Then I was riding his face, my hands gripping the headboard of my bed as his tongue lashed me, plunged inside me, too soft and not swollen enough to truly satisfy me, but once I’d come on command again, he gave me what I needed. My hair was wrapped around his hand as he notched his cock against me, then shoved himself in, making me cry out. But then we were both letting out a flurry of little pants as he drove himself deeper, deeper, before it all started again.
But some time in the early morning, he groaned and then kissed my shoulder, turning me to face him and kissing my lips, me barely even able to respond at this point, before he pulled away.
“This was… amazing,” he told me and I just nodded dimly. “Seriously, I don’t know how I’m gonna go downstairs and get in my truck and drive home, but…”
“Mm…” I said absently, before burrowing my head in my pillow.
Some part of me pushed, wanting me to wake up and witness this. I felt a pang of sadness, of loss, but that was crushed quickly by exhaustion. I felt like I’d run a bloody marathon. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious of ways, my cunt pulsing softly in remembrance of what we’d done. But any more and I’d be very sad and sorry for myself. My skin was rubbed raw and needed a break.
“I’m never gonna forget this night,” he told me, then left a sweet kiss on my neck. “Look after yourself, little beta.”
His deep voice, his words, they were like a blanket that wrapped tight around me, luring me back down into sleep, so that’s where I went. I heard the door click shut and then there was silence.
“Um… whoa!”Sophie said when I staggered out sometime late in the afternoon. “What the hell happened here?” She waved a hand in my direction. “You look like something from theNight of the Living Dead.”
“Shower,” I croaked and then stumbled over to our shared bathroom.
“Um, Lily…!”
I pushed the door open to see a shirtless Taylor standing there in just a towel, brushing his teeth.
“Hey, Lily,” he mumbled around his toothbrush.
“So, Lily needs to use the bathroom now, Taylor,” Sophie said, jerking her thumb at the door and he spat out his toothpaste and finished up quickly, vacating the room with a smile.
“I was thinking we could go and grab some lunch together…,” he started to say.
“Chicks before dicks,” she replied sharply, but when he sidled closer, putting his arm around her, I watched her soften. She looked up at him and there was a real shine in her eyes. “I need to catch up with Lily and find out how last night went first.”
“Catch up with me later,” I said with a wave of my hand. “I’m going to have a long soak in the tub and then veg out on the couch for a while. Go, seriously.”
“There’s this cafe across the road that makes the best all-day breakfast…” Taylor started to say, leading her towards her room.
“You sure?” she asked me, looking over his shoulder.
“I need time to wake up. A lot of time,” I replied. “I’ll be fine.”
And I was, right up until I stepped into the bath.
The water was hot, which helped ease my muscle pains, but a sharp stinging let me know exactly what I’d done to myself. My skin felt too thin and raw, my hips jerking up and out of the water the first time I lowered them in. But in I went, eventually relaxing into the hot water and letting it wash away the insanity of last night.
Which I was reminded of with every sweep of the soap. The ache in the back of my legs from having them wrapped around Ben’s shoulders as he pounded into me, the beard rash around my mouth, down my neck and across my belly from all his kisses. My oh-so-sensitive breasts that throbbed at the slightest brush of water against them. And then there was my clit. The thing was punch-drunk, having taken a battering but apparently ready to go back for more. It pulsed sulkily as I tried to scrub myself clean, Ben’s cum having been splattered all over me. But then I heard Taylor and Soph’s muffled voices through the walls of the bathroom, and I yanked my hand away. Rest was what I needed, not more orgasms.
But when I finally got out, bundling myself in my pyjamas and settling down on the couch, I smiled. This was an epic start to the university year, and if the rest of it followed this trajectory, I was looking at a non-stop train of mind-blowing orgasms, with a few university lectures peppered between them, obviously.
If only that was true.
The next guyI slept with was just as disappointing as the guys at school, just with a bigger, more muscular frame. I hadn’t even come, despite his best efforts. He had a decent sized cock, but something felt hollow, inadequate as he pumped away inside me and when he asked in a desperate tone if I was close, I’d lied and said I was. He’d rolled off me once he was done, removing the condom and disposed of it efficiently. There were also none of those warm, feel-good vibes when he snuggled back against me, holding me as he fell asleep.
But if I felt sleeping with Ben had changed me in some way, I had so much more to discover.
I have polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), so my cycle was always spotty and erratic. I was either period-free for months on end, or it was like that scene inThe Shining, so I didn’t pay too much attention when my next cycle didn’t start. Then one morning I came out into the kitchenette to find Taylor cooking us up a feed of scrambled eggs and that was it. It felt like a wave of ice-cold nausea washed over me, my forehead prickling with sweat, and I was forced to rush to the toilet, thankful for once that Taylor had left the seat up, as I vomited out everything in my stomach.
“Lils, are you OK?” Sophie asked me as I stood in front of the bathroom sink, washing my face and trying to build up the confidence to brush my teeth. My guts felt… jumpy, like it wouldn’t take much to get a repeat performance out of me.
“I’m just feeling gross for some reason. Maybe it was the kebab we had the other night?”
Kebabs were a major food group for poor students and a lot of the places around the university weren’t exactly the most hygienic. Students rated the places by the likelihood of you spewing after eating there.