Living at the Frat House

by Wylder, Penny

  Malcolm’s lips are just as soft as they were yesterday. I wasn’t imagining it. And just like yesterday, the touch of his tongue makes me melt and feel like he’s pouring liquid heat inside my veins. He has utter confidence and control as his tongue plunges inside my mouth, the same way I image that he has confidence in everything—especially in bed.

  He presses me harder into the wall, seeking out my body with his hands, and I love every second of it. God, this isn’t the way I thought any of my first days of college were going to go, but at the moment I don’t care. I just want more of this heat.

  Suddenly we’re moving. Malcolm is pulling me away from the wall into a nearby door to the building. “What are we doing?”

  “Finding something more private,” he growls, continuing to guide me through the door to an empty classroom. He closes the door, but doesn’t lock it.

  He kisses me again, injecting pure fire into my veins. I’m shaking with adrenaline and need and I don’t know what he has planned but I know that I’m ready for it. “What if someone comes in?”

  “They will,” he says. “There’s a class in here in twenty minutes.”

  Shock and terror and anticipation fly through me all at once. “Then what are we doing?”

  Malcolm’s hand slides down my spine. “You want this? You want me?” He presses his hips harder into me, and I can feel how hard he is. It makes me wetter, and I’m already slick with arousal.

  I nod.

  “Good. And when we get back to the house, I’m going to show you exactly how much you want it,” he says with no room for argument. “But I’m not going to make it back to the house, Juno. So if you don’t want to get caught by the people that are walking through the door in fifteen minutes, you’d better get on your knees and suck my cock like the good pet that you are.”

  That shouldn’t turn me on. His words shouldn’t make me feel like I’m dissolving into a puddle of nothing but lust, but it does. And even before I’ve consciously made the decision, I find myself sinking to my knees while Malcolm undoes his belt. “Are you going to lock the door?”

  “No,” he says with a smirk. “I’m not.”

  His cock is already hard, and just as gorgeous up close as it was in the dim light of the mirror last night. Malcolm runs his hands over the shaft a couple of times, emphasizing the size and length of him. My mouth waters. This is what my mind was asking for—begging for—last night and now he’s right there.

  “Time’s ticking, Juno. You’re going to make me come whether someone walks in that door or not.”

  I reach for him with my hands, and he grabs my wrist. “No. You have to earn the privilege of using your hands.”

  I swear that the floor falls three feet below my knees, and I’m dizzy with the sound and scent and sight of him. That hazy, dreamy cologne wraps around me, and I feel like I’m in a dream.

  Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the head of his cock. His skin is hot and smooth, and it’s all that I can do to keep myself from moaning. I haven’t done this many times, and I’ve never thought that I was that good at it, but I want this.

  Slowly, I run my tongue over the tip. He tastes smoky and dark and delicious. And he’s bigger than any other guy that I’ve done this for. There have only been a couple, and it was nothing like this.

  Nothing.

  I take him deeper, sucking his shaft. He fills my mouth up faster than I would have thought possible. I reach for him again, and he grabs my wrists and pins them to his hips. “I told you no. Now take more.”

  I work his cock deeper, as far as I think that I can take it, and it’s not even close to all of him. Holy shit he’s so big. I only know what I’ve done before, and I bob up and down on his cock, as much as I can move with my wrists pinned the way that they are.

  “Look at me while you suck my cock,” Malcolm says.

  I lift my eyes to his, looking all the way up his body. His gaze is filled with lust, and he squeezes one of my wrists before letting go, and I know without him having to say that he’s telling me not to move it. Pulling back, he slips out of my mouth. “How many of these have you done?”

  Fire heats my skin. “Not that many.”

  He cups my cheek and guides my mouth back onto him, thrusting deeper. “I like that,” he says, voice low and rough. “And I’m going to teach you exactly how I like it. So you know, and are always ready for me.”

  I shudder in arousal at the same time I’m asking myself what the fuck is wrong with me. “But for now,” he says. “All you have to do is suck me hard. And swallow.”

  That I can do. I close my eyes, focusing on the rhythm of moving my mouth, and the small catch in his breath when I take him deeper.

  I do exactly what he says and suck him as hard as I can. Over and over and over. I can already taste his cum leaking from him, deep salt and flavor. “Harder,” he says, rocking his hips. The tip of him is nearly at the back of my throat, but I ignore everything but him. I move my head faster and suck harder and roll my tongue under him until he’s groaning and thrusting and so close that he can’t keep still.

  Putting his hands on either side of my face, he holds me still as he thrusts once, and again, and one last time before he explodes across my tongue. It’s a flood, and I can’t hold it back. He told me to swallow, and I don’t have a choice, filled up with him as I am. I either swallow or spill, and so I obey him, and take everything he gives me.

  His voice is loud in the empty classroom as he shouts his release. And then he releases me. I sink deeper onto my knees, and he slips from my mouth. He’s panting, staring at me with more of that unbridled lust. And he doesn’t take that fiery gaze off me while he puts his cock away. “Let’s go, pet,” he says, dragging me up off my knees. “I have some things to teach you about what it means to be mine.”

  His hand clasps around my upper arm, and he pulls me with him. As he opens the door, we nearly run headlong into the professor of the class that’s about to start. An older man with glasses who looks surprised when we push past him, but that’s all I see.

  I nearly have time to worry about if I looked as if I just had a cock in my mouth, because Malcolm isn’t slowing down. We’re practically racing toward Granite House, and I’m fully on board. I can’t wait to get there either.

  8

  Malcolm

  My cock hasn’t gone soft at all, and that was one of the best orgasms of my life. The only thing in my head is to get Juno back to my house and into my bed as quickly as fucking possible. This isn’t how I imagined things going, but I’m fine with it. I’m going to re-create what I imagined this morning, and I’m going to have fun instructing her in exactly what I want from her.

  I never could have imagined that when she crashed my poker game last night that I’d have a willing student to mold exactly what I want from her—and extract as much pleasure from her as humanly fucking possible.

  I don’t let go of her arm the entire way back to the house, and it’s on purpose that I hold her arm. Not her hand. Right now this isn’t romance. This is about the two of us. What she’s agreed to and what I want.

  As soon as we arrive at the door to Granite House, I let her go. “Go straight to my room. You know where it is.”

  “I’m going to text my friend to bring me some clothes, if I’m staying here.”

  I stare at her before looking her up and down. “I suppose that’s fine, but she’ll have to drop it off. We’re not going to be interrupted.”

  She blushes pink, and I’ve already learned to crave that color. She’s innocent enough to still blush when I say even the mildest of dirty things, and yet she sucked my cock like it was something she wanted more than oxygen. I pull her close and press my lips to her ear, loving the feeling of her small shiver and looking forward to seeing her whole body do the same. “Don’t even think about touching yourself before I get there.”

  She swallows and nods, and I let her push into the house. There’s a few guys hanging out, but they barely give her any notic
e. She heads straight to the stairs without looking at anyone or drawing any attention. And to be honest, having a girl head straight up the stairs isn’t an entirely uncommon occurrence in Granite House. We’re a house of men, and men have needs.

  There’s a code. If you hear moaning coming from someone’s room, unless the house is on fire or you’re literally dying, you don’t interrupt. And that’s what I’m counting on right now, because for sure I’m about to make Juno scream.

  I wave to the guys and head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. And another one for Juno. I want to make her wait. Anticipation is a powerful thing, and I didn’t lie to her. I’m good at reading people and I do know how to bend them to my will. Melody—who I’m now sure was the mastermind behind the dare that landed Juno here—is not the same. She likes to meddle with people’s lives and tear them down for sport. For no reason.

  I always have a reason.

  Something in my mind rebels at that, because there isn’t a reason that I’m holding Juno to this deal of ours, other than that I want her. A deep, visceral want that I can’t explain. I want her in my bed and I want to explore her. I want her to live here with me and to get to know her. I want to protect her from people like fucking Melody and that asshole who tried to force himself on her.

  Am I forcing her? By calling her my pet? By making her live here? I didn’t think she would say yes, but she did say yes. I will ask her again, just to be sure, but there was no mistaking the lust in her eyes.

  With both water bottles in hand, I head up the stairs to my room. “Hey, Malcolm,” Jack calls and jumps off the couch. “What happened last night? Why’d you send everyone away who wanted in? We’re full but we’re not that full.”

  “I’ll explain,” I say, “but not right now. I have something I have to take care of upstairs.”

  He smirks. “Okay. If that’s what you want to call it.”

  “I do.”

  He laughs. “Have fun.”

  I guess some people did notice the she came in. But that’s okay. My position as head of Granite House is not in danger, and no one is going to mess with someone I bring in—even if I am fucking them.

  When I push open the door to my room, she’s sitting cross-legged on the bed that I made for her. I dug up an air mattress and extra sheets so that she wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor. I’m not sure how long it will take for us to rearrange things so that she has her own room, and I’m equally unsure that I want her sleeping in my bed with me. If she’s my pet, then I shouldn’t let her do that.

  We’ll see how this goes. I think we’re both in entirely uncharted territory. But tonight is for only pleasure.

  She looks up, and even though she looks nervous, she smiles. “You got me a bed?”

  “I’m not a completely awful person,” I say.

  “I know.” Her voice is quiet.

  We need to talk, but I want her closer first. “Stand up,” I say as I sit on the edge of my bed.

  She stands, and she’s biting her lip like she’s nervous. “Are you afraid of me, Juno?”

  “No.” She shakes her head.

  “Sure?”

  She nods.

  Good. I nod too. “Then clothes off.”

  Juno blushes immediately, but she pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing a plain grey bra. She’s not looking at me. “Are you embarrassed?”

  “A little.”

  “You’re not a virgin,” I say, and it’s not a question.

  “No, but I’m not experienced either.”

  I take in her small frame and full breasts peeking out of the top of that bra. “Pants,” I say.

  Juno unbuckles her belt and wiggles off her jeans, letting them slide off her hips and pool on the floor. She steps out of them and tosses them onto the air mattress, and her socks follow so she’s only in her underwear.

  “Bra, and then we’re going to have a chat,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. She’s in the middle of unstrapping that little excuse for a bra and she freezes when she sees my bare torso. God, it feels amazing to see her look at me like that. Open wonder and lust. Every hour I’ve spent pushing my body into peak shape has been worth it for that look alone.

  She drops her bra, and I’m a bit mesmerized by the sight of her bare in front of me. Perfect pink nipples the same shade as her blush. The size that’s perfect to fit in my hands. “Come here,” I tell her, and she does.

  I grab her hands and pull her to me. It’s not an explainable thing, what happens to my body when I touch her. But it’s like all my thoughts fly out of my head and I’m running on base instinct. That doesn’t matter though, we’re still going to talk.

  But there’s no reason that I can’t talk to her while she’s underneath me. I swing her onto the bed, laying her out before I cover her body with mine. I like the sound of her little gasp when she feels my weight on top of her. “We need to talk a little bit.”

  “Now?” She breathes. “Okay.”

  “Yes, now. I fully plan on fucking you thoroughly, Juno, but we need to clear the air a little bit.”

  She’s looking at me now with those wide, gorgeous green eyes. “I want to make sure that you want to be here,” I tell her.

  “Right now I very much want to be here.”

  “I mean at all, Juno. I was pissed last night, and I’m pissed now, but I didn’t actually think you would agree.”

  She looks at me with wonder. “What would you have done if I said no?”

  I brush my lips across hers. “You never would have said no, Juno. I wasn’t lying when I said I could read people.”

  Briefly, she looks away. “And now?”

  “And now, I’m telling you what I told you before. I’m won’t force you to do anything against your will. You don’t have to stay here.”

  She blushes. “I told you that I don’t have that kind of money to pay.”

  “And I lied and told you it was worth more than it was. A hundred thousand, if that.”

  Juno makes a face. “I like that you think that’s better. It’s not. That kind of money is just as out of reach as three hundred thousand. I don’t like being in debt to people.”

  At this moment, I’m being completely honest with her. “I don’t care about the vase. If I could say that it didn’t matter, then I would. Unfortunately, my father—my family—cares about that vase more than I can tell you.”

  She huffs a breath. “It was an accident. And if you keep me as your sex slave how are you going to explain the money to your father?”

  “And if I told you that you didn’t have to pay? That you staying would be entirely your choice?”

  “Of course I would leave,” she says. I don’t want to be forced into anything.”

  “Have I forced you to do anything?” I ask her. “Did I force you onto your knees and make you suck my cock? You said yes.” Juno closes her eyes, and I move my hips, showing her how hard I am for her.

  “Why would I stay?”

  “I think you want to stay, Juno. I think you realized that you were mine the second you got on your knees. I think you want to find out exactly what this is.”

  Her skin is flushed hot and pink and her eyes are filled with an equal amount of arousal and anger. “Why the fuck would I want to be anyone’s pet?”

  “Why not?”

  “Because, that’s…just not what people do.”

  I stare down at her, so close that I can feel the way her breath and pulse speeds up. “Answer me honestly, Juno. Why did you stay last night?”

  “I didn’t have a choice.”

  “You think that with a house full of people I could have locked you in here? That you couldn’t have simply walked out? You stayed because you wanted to stay.”

  Juno is flustered, and she’s cute when she is. “I…I didn’t have a choice.”

  “Did you choose to watch me? Did you choose to make yourself come thinking about me?”

  She reaches up and covers her hands with her face. “
You’re confusing me, Malcolm.”

  “That’s the last thing that I want. I’m sorry that you felt that you didn’t have a choice, but that’s why I’m giving you one now. I want you to stay here. I want you to honor our agreement, but only because you want to be here. Because you want to be mine and see how this goes.”

  “And if I do, what does that say about me?”

  “That you take what you want and not care about what people think about you. That you’re willing to explore the options that make you happy and bring you pleasure.”

  She shudders and closes her eyes, but I feel her relax underneath me, and I know that she’ll agree. Maybe someday I’ll be able to explain why I want her so much—the need to consume her so powerful that I have to keep her close. Right now it only matters that she’s going to say yes.

  “I can always leave?”

  “Give me a week,” I say, “and then I’ll ask you again. You’ll sleep on that mattress, and I’ll sleep here, unless I’m fucking you. If you still want to stay, we’ll get you a room. Then give me a month, and we’ll check in again. If you’re happy, you’re mine for the semester. And if then—”

  She cuts me off, “I’m yours for the year?”

  “You’re getting the idea,” I say with a grin.

  “And what do I do while I’m your…pet?” she says the word with hesitation.

  I shrug. “Whatever I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it.”

  “I’m not sacrificing my class work for you,” she says.

  “And I wouldn’t ask you to.”

  “Okay,” she says. “Then what—”

  This time I’m the one to cut her off. “Right now that we have an agreement, I’m going to tell you to stop talking. Because we have some unfinished business that involves me fucking you into oblivion, and the rest can come later.”

  I don’t give her a chance to respond, kissing her hard and pressing her deeper into the mattress before pulling away just long enough to grab a couple of ties from my dresser. “After you left this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And while I was in the shower I saw you tied to my bed. I may not have done it last night, but I’m going to do it now,” I say.