Dorm Room Deviants: Pt. 02

The Next Morning

The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered dorm room. She lay tangled in the sheets, still sore and dripping from the night before.

And now...

The cold touch of Cam's thick fingers sliding beneath her pajamas sent a shiver down her spine.

She barely had time to breathe before the roommate's hard cock pressed between her legs, warm and demanding.

Her breath hitched. "Mmm, woke up like this, huh?"

He smirked, slipping inside her slow, teasing, making sure she felt every inch of him before starting to move.

Then Jace was there, his own cock rubbing against her back, one hand sliding under her hair, the other trailing down her spine.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered in her ear, voice low and rough.

She arched back, hips pushing into the Cam's thrusts as Jace's fingers found her clit, circling and stroking with expert care.

Her moans filled the room... soft, needy, desperate as they fucked her gently but firmly, making sure she woke up with every ounce of pleasure they could give.

Her pussy clenched around them, dripping and hot, as they took their time, worshipping her with every slow, hard stroke.

When she came, it was slow and trembling, a deliciously long ride that left her breathless and trembling in their arms.

Jace and Cam exchanged grins, knowing this was just the start of her day. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, sheets twisted around her legs, skin glistening with sweat and cum. Her pussy was still full, soft little pulses reminding her just how deep he'd finished in her.

"Mmm, y'all gon' make me late," she mumbled, voice hoarse but smiling, cheeks flushed.

Jace was already half-dressed, sitting back on his bed, watching her with that same smug grin. Cam, on the other hand, was still between her thighs, thumbing at her slick folds like he wasn't done admiring the mess he'd made.

"Late for what?" he said, voice calm. "You barely walking straight."

She sat up slow, legs shaky, body aching in the best way. Her hoodie from the night before was somewhere on the floor, but when she reached for it, Jace grabbed it first.

He sniffed it with a smirk. "Still smells like dick."

She rolled her eyes, crawling over the bed on all fours ass jiggling, thighs glistening, their cum still leaking out of her.

"You better gimme that hoodie before I ride you again and make you late," she teased.

"Ohhh?" Jace laughed. "You threatening me with a good time?"

Before she could reach him, Cam grabbed her waist from behind and dragged her back into his lap, her bare pussy landing right on his softening, but still thick cock.

She gasped. "Y'all tryna ruin me."

He kissed the back of her shoulder and whispered, "We already did."

He held her there, pressed against his cock, while Jace finally tossed the hoodie her way. She slipped it on with no panties, no bra just thick thighs, messy hair, and a dripping pussy hidden beneath the fabric.

As she stood, cum slid down her leg.

"Don't forget to clean up before you go," Jace said, eyeing her up and down. "Or don't. Might be hot if they smell us on you in class."

She shot them both a look, but it wasn't anger... it was hunger. She wanted more. Already.

"You better be here when I get back," she said, grabbing her bag.

Jace leaned back with a grin. "We're always here, baby."

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~Stairwell Break~

The classroom buzzed with low conversation as the professor fiddled with the projector. Nia sat near the back, legs crossed, hoodie zipped halfway down, trying to stay focused, but her pussy was still sore from the night before. Every shift in her seat reminded her of how Cam had gripped her thighs. How Jace had whispered filth in her ear.

She was doing her best.

Until her phone buzzed.

Cam:

Come to the second-floor stairwell.

Now.

Her thighs clenched.

No emojis. No "hi." Just instructions. And her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.

She quietly grabbed her bag, whispered something about needing to pee, and slipped out of the classroom; pulse already racing, heat rising between her legs.

The hallway was quiet. Just a few stragglers.

She pushed open the heavy stairwell door and there he was.

Cam.

Leaning against the railing, hoodie up, hood shadowing his eyes, but the bulge in his sweats? That told her everything.

"You made it," he said lowly.

"Couldn't focus," she whispered. "Still leaking from this morning."

Cam didn't wait.

He grabbed her waist, spun her against the wall, and kissed her hard, tongue slipping past her lips, hands already yanking up her skirt. No panties. She didn't even pretend to be surprised.

His fingers slid through her folds, and she was already soaked.

"You're nasty," he muttered, smirking.

She moaned. "Then fuck me like I am."

He pulled his cock out -- thick, already leaking -- and slammed into her in one smooth stroke. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from moaning too loud.

The stairwell echoed with every thrust.

Wet. Sloppy. Filthy.

"Shhh," he whispered, but kept fucking her harder.

Footsteps clacked above them.

She gasped, eyes wide. Someone was coming down the stairs.

Cam didn't stop.

She slapped a hand over her mouth as the student passed one flight above, totally unaware of the girl getting fucked senseless just a level down. Cam didn't stop. Didn't slow.

"Be quiet," he growled in her ear, "or let them hear how good I make you scream."

She bit his shoulder, trembling, pussy clenching as her orgasm ripped through her.

He came inside her again.

Pressed her against the wall, staying deep, groaning as he filled her full of hot, thick cum.

When they pulled apart, she was dripping down her leg.

She adjusted her skirt with shaky hands, wiped her lips, and grabbed the railing for balance.

"You can still make it back before they finish the slides," Cam said, already zipping up.

She looked back at him with messy hair, flushed skin, and a soaked core.

"I'm never gonna pass this class," she whispered.

He just smirked.

"Pass or not, you'll be coming every day."