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“Oh fuck,” says Buzzcut.

“Lily!” Red Cup calls, giving Lily a heads -up as I walk through the long hall of rooms, opening up doors along the way with just the slightest anticipatory knock.

“Lily. Your dad is here.”

From the other end of the hall a tousled -haired Lily opens the door and sticks her head out . “What?” she asks, annoyed as if she’s been interrupted, and then the expression immediately changes upon seeing me charge through. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open in shock.

“I tried to stop him,” Red Cup says. “You’re dad’s pretty hot, but real fuckin’ scary.”

With a crease in her forehead, Lily steps aside and holds the door open so I can walk in. “It’s fine, Marlene, I got it,” she says and closes the door behind her.

“Where is he?” I roar, right in her face.

She takes a step closer to me. “Keep your voice down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do—”

“Unless you want the entire student body to know we’re fucking, you better keep your voice down,” she hisses.

“’S’not like you can hear shit over all this loud fucking music.” I look around her 200-square-foot space, and she just rolls her eyes.

“What exactly are you looking for?” she asks, but I don’t answer. She knows I’m referring to another guy. I’m not even trying to hide my jealousy at this point.

“There’s no one else in here. I was sleeping, you asshole.”

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LILY

“Oh,” Linc says, looking contrite and sounding slightly embarrassed. Funny how I feel nervous and unsure about this relationship thinking it’s only me, but he feels the same way too.

“Yeah, ‘oh.’” I smirk and he glares at me. I reach behind him and lock the door, pinning him with a stare.

“Come ‘ere, little girl.” He pulls me by my wrist until I’m pressed up against him. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?” His big hand cups the back of my neck and his lips crash against mine. “Why didn’t you call?” he asks between heated kisses.

“I was binge -studying and I passed out,” I say while I continue to kiss him, unzipping his jeans as I try to get words out. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

We move with our usual fury; we can never get enough of each other. I didn’t even now that sex could be this passionate until Linc. I want to be touched by him so bad it’s almost painful. Gripping my hair so tight, I feel the sting on my scalp as my nails dig into his shoulders while biting down on his lip. Not a cute little nip, but a bite, and he groans into my mouth. Tightening his grip on the nape of my neck, he snakes the other hand around my waist and turns us so my back slams against the door, and then his palm is no longer on my neck but on one of my tits, while our lips are still entangled.

I’m wearing a flowy cotton dress, which gives him easy access. He drops to his knees, reaches up, and slides my panties down. Everything he does is calculated and erotic. There’s nothing unsure or awkward. Nothing embarrassing or weird. Everything seems natural and right when I’m with him, like the way he spreads my pussy wide and licks it. The back of my head hits the wall, which would make me feel uncomfortable if I was with anyone else. I move my hips, trying to get more friction from his tongue, his beard, his face. I don’t care about anything but coming and he doesn’t judge me or care about anything but making me come. So I do. Loud and hard, standing up, with Linc, on his knees, in my small room.

As soon as I start to get my breathing under control, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he impales me. All I can do is grab hold of him, my back against the door, as he pushes me down hard and then up. Down and up. Over and over until I’m about to come again. His mouth crashes against mine as the sounds of our orgasms are swallowed up in a sloppy, sexy kiss.

We slide down to the floor, still connected. “Glad the music’s loud.”

I know I’m blushing, which makes no sense after everything we’ve done. “I was loud.”

“We both were.”

“So…welcome to my home,” I say with an exhausted little gesture in front of me.

“Small.” He smiles and stands, pulling his jeans up but leaving the button undone. “Brings back memories.”

“Of your college years? I didn’t realize there were colleges back in the olden days.”

He eyes me with a grin, and I try not to focus on his body. For a man in his forties, he is in such good shape and those unbuttoned jeans are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. They rest low on his hips, making him look casual and comfortable in my room.

“You’re a fucking clown today, aren’t you?” he teases me while he walks around and then something catches his eye and…shit, shit, shit. I jump up to stop him but I’m too late. He sees the hot pink toy in my open bedside table.

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