Page 3 of Crave You

“You guys can get downstairs cleaned up now,” I say. “Show our guest out and make sure no one sees you doing it.” For a moment, Shawn looks as if he is going to object, but one look from me and he jumps to his feet, and the others follow him.

Once they are gone, I sit down next to Tilly, taking Shawn’s place. She looks up at me with sly eyes and doesn’t attempt to sit up.

“Hey Zander,” she drawls. “What’s up?” She smiles suggestively as her eyes drift to my tented crotch.

I don’t find her particularly appealing. But she is here, and willing.

I don’t answer, I just lean in and kiss her roughly. She kisses me back, her kiss as hungry as mine. I pull back and stand up. I take her hand in mine and pull her up to lead her towards my room.

I growl in my throat and close the gap between us. I start to pull her clothes off not caring what is ripped or torn, as we head towards the bed. There will be no foreplay. I already did that in the cellar. Tilly will have to take me straight away and I will make her cum with my cock alone.

By the time I have finished stripping off, Tilly has gotten onto the bed and is kneeling on it looking at me. I get on and push her backward, so she is on her back. I grab her thighs and push them open, before slamming into her with no preamble. She cries out as my cock fills her and stretches her cunt out.

Then she bites her lower lip and looks into my eyes, and I see all the hope she has that this is the start of something more meaningful. I almost laugh at the thought and the idea of disappointing her turns me on even more. I still want to push her to the edge though, so I keep slamming into her. She’s wet now and thrusting away with me; her cunt taking me and loving every second of it. I push my hand between us and fondle her clit, bringing her to the edge of her climax. I wait until I know she’s about to hit it and then I take my hand away and wrap both hands around her throat.

I make sure I squeeze hard enough to slow her breathing. I see the flutter of panic in her eyes, but she does nothing. I keep the pressure on her neck, and keep pounding into her. I feel her cunt clench and her back arches.

She presses against me as she cums silently, because she doesn’t have the air to cry out. I watch her carefully and when I see the light starting to go out in her eyes, I relax my hold on her ever so slightly. I let her take in a long shuddering breath and then I tighten my hold again. Now, she starts to panic. She reaches up and tries to pull my hands away, but I am way stronger than she. I up the pace of my thrusts hoping I’m not far from orgasming myself as I’m already getting fucking bored as shit.

After a few seconds, I slip out of her and roll to the side. Her breath is coming in gulping hitches and there are tears in her eyes, but she says nothing.

“Cut!” I say in a parody of a film director. “Don’t be here when I get back, doll,” I continue, deadpan and with the accent on the last word.

I get up and walk towards the shower room.

Chapter Two

Leona

“Or should I say welcome to Emily Dickinson House!”

The brown-haired girl beckons me and I stand up. I’m surprised when she hugs me tightly and I think maybe this won’t be so bad after all. Maybe I can be friends with this girl. Over her shoulder, I see another girl, smiling as well. She is also very glamourous; dressed in a body-hugging blue dress with super long nails and super high heels.

“I’m Erin. Erin Coates” the hugger says, releasing me and stepping back. “And this is Laurel Benson.”

Laurel gives me a little wave and another big smile, but she doesn’t get a word in before Erin begins talking again.

“It’s so good to finally meet you, Leona. I think it’s so brave of you to be joining us after the term has already started. Lots of girls would be put off by the thought that everyone has already teamed up, but obviously not you. I think that means you’re not the type of person who is driven to fit in just anywhere. I know you are selective, as you’re here with us, the crème de la crème.” She laughs hilariously at this, whereas Laurel just rolls her eyes and grins.

“Another ten minutes and you should know all about us,” she says with a fond look at Erin, who seems to be pausing only to take a breath.

Erin mock-punches Laurel on the arm. “Hell, I’m just giving the girl some much needed catch-up,” she says.

“You’ve picked a great week to start at Warwick. . .,” she continues, “. . . because its Derby Days, this week. That means there is a lot going on. It also means that the houses — that’s what we call sororities and frats here — do lots for charity and to help the college. You know, like sponsored activities or cleanups in the college grounds. That type of thing. It’s also a great way of settling in to your house, although of course you are allowed to change houses right up until the end of the week.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” I say, surprised at the last comment.

“Well yes, some houses do offer the chance to join them as well. It’s usually the top ones, where they want to attract students who have shaped up better than their applications looked at first. It’s a way of creaming off the best students, if you ask me. Anyway, there are also late starters like yourself, who houses might want.”

I’m not sure I want to change houses, at all. Although I was allocated to Emily Dickinson by chance, I’m already impressed by the open and friendly welcome I am receiving. These girls don’t even know me, but seem prepared to welcome me on face value. That’s sort of the fresh slate I’m looking for.

“There is a big sports challenge today, if you like sporty things, and that comes with the added incentive that the top three winners get asked to join Valens House. They’re the top house here at Warwick. They are supposed to be co-ed . . .” Erin continues “. . . but so far there are only boys there. The president is a real jock asshole called Zander Morrell.”

“Jock asshole is one way of putting it.” Laurel chips in in a slow drawl. “I’ve heard the man is a borderline sociopath, maybe even a psychopath; one of those ‘-paths’ anyway. He is someone you either love or hate, and someone you never want to cross.” Her face was suddenly serious.

“Oh Laurel, don’t go frightening our girl off the place already,” Erin remonstrates. “Whether it’s true or not, you cannot deny the man is sex on legs!” Her mouth twists with something half-said. “Though yeah, there is something about him…”

“Oh God, just stop, Erin.” Laurel is rolling her eyes already. “The college also has about 21,999 other students as well, who Leona might like to meet sometime.”

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