Return to the Sorority Pt. 2

The bedroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the pounding bass of the party downstairs. The room was dimly lit, just enough for shadows to stretch across the walls, just enough to make this moment feel even more intimate. Your Forget-Me-Mint had just finished dissolving, just in time.

The air was thick with the scent of liquor and heat, of anticipation wound tight between you and Jake like an electrical current ready to snap.

You were on top of him before either of you had time to think about it, your legs straddling his hips, your hands planted firmly on his chest as his back hit the mattress. The bed creaked under the sudden shift, but neither of you paid it any mind.

Jake’s hands found your waist instinctively, fingers pressing against the leather of your leather mini skirt, gripping, exploring. His breath hitched as you leaned down, your lips brushing over his, teasing but not giving in completely.

"Still think I was messing with you?" you murmured against his mouth, your voice soft, playful, but laced with something darker—something wickedly enticing.

Jake let out a breathless chuckle, his hands sliding lower, over the curve of your hips, fingertips pressing into your exposed thighs. "I don't think anything anymore," he admitted, voice slightly rough, like he was still trying to keep up with how fast this night had changed for him. "Pretty sure my brain short-circuited the second you climbed on top of me."

A smirk tugged at your lips. "Good," you whispered, and then you finally kissed him, hard enough to steal the rest of the words from his mouth.

His lips were soft but eager, and he kissed you back like he’d been waiting for this all night, maybe longer. Maybe since that first conversation in class, when you'd jokingly dangled the idea of blowing him for homework. But this wasn't a joke anymore.

His hands roamed, finding the hem of your skirt, pushing it up even higher as his fingers kneaded your behind, gripping you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. A soft sound escaped from deep in his throat, almost a groan, and it sent a thrill down your spine.

You tilted your hips just slightly, rolling them down against him, testing the waters. Jake gasped softly against your lips, his fingers tightening on your skin.

"F-fuck," he stammered, his voice betraying just how overwhelmed he was.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him properly. His face was flushed, pupils blown wide behind those glasses, lips red and kiss-bruised. He looked wrecked already, and you hadn’t even started yet.

Maybe it was the ****, maybe it wasn't. But god, that was hot.

"Wow," you mused, voice dripping with amusement. "You’re already looking pretty gone, nerd. You sure you can handle me?"

Jake swallowed hard, but there was something behind his eyes now, something stubborn, something eager. "Try me," he shot back, hands tightening around your hips, dragging you back down against him.

You gasped softly at the friction, eyes flashing with something darker.

"Careful," you warned, running your fingers along the collar of his shirt before slipping them under the fabric, tracing the warmth of his skin. "You might regret challenging me."

Jake let out a breathless laugh, his grip on you tightening. "Doubt it."

The room spins around you, but with him beneath you, nothing else matters. He looks at you, his pupils dilated, and for a moment, time freezes. You can see the desire in his eyes, the hunger that's been building all night.

You pull back, a sly smile spreading across your face as you glance down at what he's wearing. His pants are loose, hanging low on his hips, and you know exactly what's hidden beneath. Your heart skips a beat as you imagine the sight of him exposed before you.

With a flick of your wrist, you undo his belt, the sound of the buckle clicking free echoing through the room. He watches, his eyes locked onto yours, as you slide down his waistband, his pants and boxers falling to the floor. The cool air hits your skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat emanating from him.

You pause for a moment, taking in the sight before you. His erection stands tall, prominent against his thigh, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of what's about to come.

He gasps as you take him in your hands, feeling the heat emanating from his body. Your fingers wrap around his base, applying gentle pressure, and he shudders under your touch. You can feel his tension building, the anticipation almost unbearable.

With a sly smile, you begin to move down, his body arching up off the bed as you take him in your mouth. His hands reach up, cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer. Your lips seal around him, the sound of his moans echoing through the room.

You feel his fingers dig into your hair, a spark of pain mixed with pleasure at the touch. You pull back, a sly smile spreading across your face as you look up at him. "Want more?" you ask, your voice husky and seductive.

He nods, his eyes locked onto yours, before nodding again, this time more forcefully. His body arches off the bed, his hands reaching down to cup your cheeks, pulling you closer.

You lean forward, taking him back into your mouth, the sound of his moans echoing through the room. Your fingers wrap around his base, applying gentle pressure, and he shudders under your touch.

You continue to take him in your mouth, his body arching off the bed as you apply gentle pressure with your fingers. His hands reach up, cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer.

"God, yeah," he moans, his voice husky and rough. "That feels so good."

You smile, a sly grin spreading across your face. "Told you I'm good at this," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear.

He chuckles, a low sound that sends shivers down your spine. "I think that's an understatement," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

You lean back, your eyes locked onto his as you apply more pressure with your fingers. He gasps, his body tensing up beneath you.

"Easy, baby," you whisper, your lips meeting his ear again. "I'm just getting started."

He nods, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Good," he says, his voice low and husky. "I like the way you're doing this."

You continue to take him in your mouth, your fingers applying more pressure as you move down. His body arches off the bed, his hands reaching up to cup your cheeks, pulling you closer.

"More," he moans, his voice rough with desire.

You smile, a sly grin spreading across your face. "Coming right up," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear.

As you continue to give him a blowjob, you can't help but think about how good it feels. His body is hot and hard beneath yours, and the way he's reacting to your touch is almost too much to handle.

"You're so dirty," you say, your voice husky with desire. "I like that about you."

He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours. "Yeah?" he says, a sly smile spreading across his face.

You nod, a grin still plastered on your face. "Yeah. I can tell you're not afraid to get dirty either."

As you continue to give him a blowjob, you can't help but think about how good it feels. His body is hot and hard beneath yours, and the way he's reacting to your touch is almost too much to handle.

Jake’s grip tightens in your hair as he pulls back, stopping you just before you can take him deeper. His breathing is heavy, his body taut with restraint. You let out a soft whimper, lips still parted, your tongue flicking out to taste the lingering saltiness of his skin.

But he’s already moving. His gaze, dark with hunger, rakes over you as he straightens up. His fingers trail down your sides, igniting goosebumps in their wake before he reaches for your top.

With a swift tug, he peels it off and tosses it aside, leaving your bare skin exposed to the cool air. His smirk deepens at the sight of your heaving chest, the black lace of your bra barely containing your curves.

"Mmh… you look so fucking good like this," he murmurs, voice thick with want.

You let out a breathy sigh, anticipation buzzing under your skin as he slides his hands beneath your skirt. With one slow, deliberate motion, he pulls it down, dragging your panties with it. The cool air makes you shiver, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he drinks you in.

"Fuck," he groans, palming himself through his jeans. "You're perfect."

Jake doesn’t waste another second. He pushes you onto your back, his body hovering over you, radiating heat. His lips brush against yours, teasing, taunting, before finally crashing down in a ****, possessive kiss.

"Ahh—" you gasp into his mouth as his fingers trail between your thighs, teasing your slick heat. Your hips buck up instinctively, but he holds you still, chuckling darkly against your lips.

“So needy,” he muses. “You want it that bad, huh?”

You whimper in response, barely able to form words.

Jake pulls back just enough to shove his jeans down. The sharp sound of his zipper unfastening makes your stomach flip with anticipation. Then, he grips himself, pressing the thick tip against your entrance.

Jake pulls back slightly, breath uneven. "I, uh—" His gaze flicks down between your bodies. "I don’t— I didn’t bring anything."

You bite your lip, tilting your hips up against him. "I don’t care."

His entire body stiffens, like those three words just short-circuited his brain. "Wait, really?"

You nod, looping your arms around his neck. "Really."

You didn't do all this work just to let a condom stop you.

For a second, he looks like he might combust. But then something shifts—the hesitation doesn’t disappear completely, but it’s outweighed by the need darkening his gaze. His fingers tighten on your thighs, and he presses forward, lining himself up with slow, careful precision.

You inhale sharply as he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch. Jake’s breath stutters, his arms trembling slightly as he sinks deeper, his forehead dropping against yours.

"Jesus," he exhales, voice tight. "You feel…" He trails off, shaking his head like he can’t even find the words.

You whimper softly, adjusting to the slow, deliberate stretch. He stills once he’s buried fully inside, his breathing ragged.

"You okay?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, rolling your hips slightly, testing the movement. "Yeah, I'm good."

His first few thrusts are slow, like he’s figuring out the rhythm, testing what makes you gasp and shiver beneath him. His lips brush against your throat, then lower, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

"God," he breathes, a quiet groan slipping through his lips. "You feel so—"

You rock your hips up to meet him, and whatever he was about to say dissolves into a sharp inhale.

"You can go faster," you murmur against his ear.

He groans, like that’s all the permission he needed. His hands slip beneath your thighs, adjusting the angle slightly before his hips snap forward with more ****. The sudden depth rips a moan from your lips, your fingers tightening in his hair as he finds a rhythm that makes your entire body hum with pleasure.

His hesitation is still there, but it’s melting, bleeding into something more confident. His hands grip you more firmly, his thrusts gaining a steady, deliberate pace. Every movement is precise, like he’s mapping out exactly how to unravel you.

"Jake—" you gasp, your back arching as he hits something deep, something electric.

His breath hitches, and he does it again, testing, watching your reaction. His jaw tightens when you whimper, when your legs squeeze around his waist, your heels still on.

"That good?" he murmurs, his voice rougher now, more strained.

You nod, fingers sliding down his back, nails digging in just enough to make him shudder. "Yeah—"

"Fuck," he breathes. His rhythm stumbles slightly, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s grounding himself.

Jake groans against your throat, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he regains control, hips pressing into you with deep, steady thrusts. Your breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps, your nails digging into his back as pleasure builds higher, twisting inside you like a live wire.

"Ahh—!" A breathy moan slips from your lips as he presses deeper, his body shuddering slightly from the tightness around him.

His hands grip your thighs, uncertain but firm, like he’s trying to ground himself. His forehead drops to your shoulder, and you can hear his ragged breathing, can feel the barely restrained tension in every movement.

You can tell he’s holding back.

"J-Jake," you breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist before he can retreat, your heels undeniably scratching against his back. The action forces him deeper, and he lets out a strangled noise against your skin.

"Shit—" His voice is tight, trembling. "Y-you feel—ahh—"

A deep, shuddering moan rumbles through his chest as he tries to keep his rhythm, but with your legs wrapped around him, there's no escape, no distance. He has **** but to push deeper, to give you exactly what you want.

His hands slip under your back, gripping you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. The new angle sends sparks of pleasure through your body, and the heat between you intensifies—breathless moans and whimpers filling the air, the sound of skin against skin merging with the frantic pounding of your heartbeat.

Jake is unraveling.

You can feel it in the way his thrusts are getting rougher, his grip more ****, his breath coming out in ragged, unsteady moans. He’s teetering right on the edge—but something inside you isn’t ready to let this end yet.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you press your hands to his chest and push.

"Wh—ahh—wait—?" Jake barely has time to react before you flip him onto his back, straddling him in one smooth, instinctive motion. He blinks up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

"Wha—?" His voice is breathless, completely dazed.

You don’t know where the idea came from. You don’t even stop to think about it.

You just move.

Your hips roll down against him, and a deep, shuddering groan rips from his throat.

"F-fuck—!"

Pleasure crashes over you so suddenly that your head tilts back, a sharp moan spilling from your lips.

"Ahh—!"

The feeling is indescribable. The way he fills you, the way the friction drags over every sensitive spot inside you—it’s overwhelming, instinctive, perfect.

Your body just knows what to do.

You lift your hips and sink down again, your movements unpracticed but effortlessly fluid, like you were meant for this. Each motion sends jolts of pleasure through your body, every roll of your hips making your breath hitch, making Jake gasp beneath you.

You have no idea where this is coming from.

You’ve never done this before, never even thought about it, but it doesn’t matter. Every movement is so natural, so right, like your body is moving on pure instinct.

You plant your hands on his chest for balance and pick up speed, riding him in slow, rolling motions that make his body tremble beneath you.

"Ahh—fuck—" His head tilts back against the pillow, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline.

You’re drowning in the sensation, in the way he feels inside you, in the needy little noises escaping his throat despite himself. His jaw is slack, his face flushed, completely wrecked as he stares up at you like he can’t believe this is real.

Then, his hands slide up, fingers tracing your waist, your ribs—before finally gripping your breasts, squeezing just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through you.

"Ahh—Jake—!" Your voice breaks on a moan, your back arching as you grind down against him harder.

"Shit, shit—!" He groans, his fingers twitching against your skin, his hips jerking up to meet your movements.

Your body is electric, each drag of his length inside you sending shivers through your spine, building that deep, molten heat that coils tighter and tighter in your core.

You're getting close. So is he.

But neither of you is ready to let go.

Not yet.

Not when this feels so damn good.

You bite your lip, suppressing another moan as you keep riding him, reveling in every breathless sound he makes beneath you. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding you as he lifts himself into you, his face twisted in pure pleasure.

You want more.

You want to keep going, to push him past his limits, to see just how much he can take.

And from the way his body is trembling beneath you, from the way his voice keeps breaking into **** little moans, you know he wants it too.

Your body moves like it was made for this, rolling and grinding against Jake in a way that feels almost supernatural. Every shift of your hips pulls another **** sound from his lips, his hands gripping your waist like he’s holding on for dear life.

"F-fuck—" His voice is wrecked, strained, his breath stuttering as you take him deeper. His fingers dig into your skin, guiding you despite his trembling restraint.

You can feel how close he is.

The way his body tenses beneath you, the way his hips buck up helplessly to meet your movements, the barely-restrained groans spilling from his throat—it’s all building toward an inevitable breaking point.

You’re drunk on it. Not only from ****, but from him. From the power of knowing you’re the one making him fall apart.

"Ahh—f-fuck, I—" Jake gasps, his jaw going slack as his hips stutter beneath you.

He’s right there.

But even through the pleasure fogging your mind, a hazy, half-drunken awareness tugs at the back of your thoughts.

No way are you letting him cum inside.

Your hands slide down his chest, nails lightly scraping his skin as you push yourself up, lifting your hips off of him in one swift, fluid motion.

"Wh—wait, wha—?" Jake barely has time to react before you wrap your fingers around his cock, already slick and throbbing with **** need.

"Relax," you murmur, lips curling into a teasing smile as you start to stroke him.

"Ahh—s-shit—!" His entire body jerks, his head tilting back against the pillow, lips parting as he gasps.

Your grip is firm, your pace steady, stroking him in smooth, deliberate motions that have him unraveling beneath you. His hips twitch, muscles taut as he fights against the overwhelming pleasure.

"F-fuck—" His voice breaks, a shudder wracking through his body. "I—I’m gonna—"

You tighten your grip slightly, twisting your wrist just enough to push him over the edge.

And then—

"Ahhh—!"

His whole body tenses, and with a strangled moan, he comes undone.

Hot ropes of cum spill over your hand, painting your fingers in sticky warmth as he shudders beneath you. His moans taper into soft, breathless gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the last waves of pleasure crash through him.

For a moment, all you can hear is the sound of his ragged breathing.

Then, Jake groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Holy shit."

You grin, tilting your head. "Good?"

He lets out a weak, breathless laugh. "Uh, yeah. Obviously." His eyes are still half-lidded, dazed, but there’s a spark of amusement there as he watches you.

You smirk, lifting your cum-covered fingers. "Messy, though."

Jake groans, throwing an arm over his face. "You cannot just hold that up like it’s a damn trophy—"

"Why not?" You swipe your tongue over one of your fingers, just to tease.

He groans again, but this time, it sounds suspiciously like a laugh.

After a moment, he peeks up at you from beneath his arm, his gaze soft, warm, satisfied. "You, uh… gonna clean that up, or are you just gonna flex how wrecked you left me?"

You smirk. "Both."

Jake groans, but the pink dusting his cheeks tells you he doesn’t actually mind.

As you finally reach for something to wipe your hand clean, Jake’s fingers lazily trace over your thigh, a slow, absentminded touch that makes warmth bloom in your chest.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, just existing in the comfortable silence.

"You really knew what you were doing," Jake mutters, still catching his breath. His fingers tighten slightly on your skin.

Jake huffs a laugh. "Scary."

You smirk, leaning down until your lips hover over his. "You love it."

His breath hitches slightly, but his lips curl into a lazy, satisfied smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

And just like that, you got the first of seven.