Frat House Fling Read Online Stephanie Brother

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So sexy the way you’re breathing so hard. Keep going.

Everything inside me was coiling and tightening. I hadn’t realized there would be this much buildup of pressure. I needed a release, and I knew it was coming. I just didn’t know how it would feel.

Don’t stop.

Involuntarily I started whimpering every time I exhaled. Everything inside me was tensing up.

Rub your finger directly over your clit. Do it now.

I cried out as the intensity ramped up. My legs started trembling.

Put your other hand on your tit. Squeeze your nipple. Hard.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

Don’t stop!

I barely saw his words before I had to close my eyes. The pressure was about to overwhelm me. I couldn’t help making little cries as it rolled closer. I didn’t even know what it truly was, but I sure as hell wanted to experience it.

I rubbed my clit harder and imagined my finger was his. That it was his large hand squeezing my breast. Then my hips bolted off the bed, and I cried out. My back arched, and my mouth stayed open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Oh god, oh god, this was too much. And not enough, somehow. The sensations seemed to last forever until I nearly blacked out from lack of oxygen. Then I drew in a long, labored breath and cried out again. My chest rose and fell painfully hard, making my breasts shake. My finger on my clit was too intense now, so I slid my other hand up to my other breast. And squeezed them as the final notes of pleasure rocked through me.

I gasped for air, making whimpering noises as the tension lessened.

“God,” I moaned, trying to regain the ability to think. And breath.

“Is it always like that?” I managed to get out, forgetting he couldn’t answer. “God,” I said again. “Where’s my phone?”

I turned onto my side, squeezing my thighs together, and squealing as an aftershock hit. I’d had no idea it could feel that good. And if it felt this amazing just with me touching myself, what would it have felt like if he’d touched me like that?

My phone had gotten wedged under my pillow, and I fished it out. There were a bunch of unread messages from him, but I focused on the last one.

That was hot as fuck.

I smiled and ended the phone call. I’m back, I texted.

That was utterly fucking incredible to hear. Was that your first orgasm?

Yes, but I think you knew that already.

I did, and I’m so glad I got to hear it.

I hesitated. Did you have one too?

I came so damn hard. It was so hot hearing you moan. Hearing you come.

I wished I had been able to hear him, but I knew why he hadn’t let me. Strange as it was, our dynamic worked. If I knew which guy he was, it wouldn’t be quite the same. And I certainly couldn’t look at him tomorrow in the same way. Not after this.

But as we chatted for a few more minutes and then said good night, I also really wished I knew who he was.

16

HAILEY

The next day was surreal. My body felt like I’d given it a good workout—which I suppose I had, with all those muscles tensing and contracting. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unpleasant one. It felt like I had a wicked little secret that no one else knew about.

Except one man did.

It was maddening that I still didn’t know who he was, and that made all of my encounters that day awkward.

When I passed Ian in the upstairs hallway. When Theo came over to discreetly inquire how it was going with the housing application. When Grant gave me a smile on his way down to the gym.

I was about seventy-five percent sure it was Theo. But if so, why didn’t he just tell me, now that he knew my secret? We spoke freely during the day—why all the anonymity at night?

But I had to admit that it kind of felt more intimate that way. Like we were the only two people awake at that hour. And as if real-world problems no longer existed, mostly because we didn’t talk about mine and I didn’t know about his.

Our conversation last night—and the way it’d ended—had been so damn hot. There was no other word for it. He’d turned me on. Made me moan. Made me come. Sure, it had been my hands, but he was the one pulling the strings.

So to speak.

Would it have been that exciting if he wasn’t my mystery midnight friend?

I sure didn’t know.

I’d just about finished when I heard shouts. Good shouts, not bad ones. Theo came jogging down the stairs with Ian following right behind.

Theo ran over to me, picked me up, and spun me around, making me shriek with surprise. I’d been in his arms before, but this was different. This was unrestrained and wild, and I had no idea what caused it—or why he was doing it in front of his pal.


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