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Ethan runs to your dorm room in a hurry. He completely lost track of time, and with the chaos of his many assignments he forgot to return your calculus textbook back to you.
He hated getting on your bad side. Despite being friends for years, you could still be ruthless when you wanted to. You gave specific instructions to Ethan to return your textbook tonight, before you went to bed, and it was coming close to midnight already.
Ethan slips in past a student as they swipe their keycard in, the textbook gripped tightly in his arm as he hurries up the stairs to your floor. He knocks on the door to your suite room, not getting any answer. He tries the doorknob, and it opens with ease. He rushes to your bedroom, hoping to be able to slip the textbook on your desk and rush out without you even knowing he stopped by.
But what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be in your room. And certainly not in that position. You were laying in your bed, legs spread as you pump two fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. You were in your pajama shirt, but it was pulled up above your breasts, which were proudly displayed. Your chest heaves as you finger yourself, and Ethan can see how your nipples were pert from the arousal.
Your pajama pants were thrown to the side of your room, and your underwear hangs limply off an ankle. Your toes curl as you spread your legs wider, head back as you moan loudly and fingers pistoning inside of you.
The sweet sounds that leave your lips causes Ethan to blush. His whole body heats up, and he can feel himself pop a boner.
“Oh shit,” Ethan whispers, not even realizing it came out of his mouth. Your eyes snap open and you sit upright, pulling your fingers out of you.
Your eyebrows crease, and your jaw clenches, clearly pissed at his intrusion. “I’m sorry!” Ethan yells. He drops the textbook on the desk next to him and moves to hide his boner.
But it’s too late. He can see the way your eyes narrow, dropping down to his crotch.
“What the fuck, E?” You bite the words out, looking two seconds away from walking across the room and slapping him.
“I lost track of time—you told me to return—I didn’t want you to be mad.” He stumbles over his words as he looks for any excuse out there, not wanting to face your wrath.
You look pensive before nodding, accepting his lame excuse of an answer. Relief floods his body before you open your mouth again. “Come over here.”
Ethan bites the inside of his cheek. You’re still practically naked, bare breasts pressed against your thin shirt and glistening pussy still on full display.
Yet he complies. Not bothering to hide his own arousal anymore, he walks carefully and stands in front of you, waiting for his next command. His eyes flicker back to your naked pussy, which you haven’t bothered to cover up once.
“Get on your knees.”
Within seconds Ethan is on the floor, hands fisted and staring obediently up at you.
“Now that you ruined my moment,” you continue, “I want a show to finish now.” Your hand travels back down your body, and you start to tease yourself. “Take your cock out.”
Ethan does so, gladly. His erection throbs painfully against the constraints of his boxers and jeans. He pulls them both off and his cock springs to attention. It’s hard and the tip is furiously red. He starts to palm his cock, using his precum to lube himself up.
You scoff at him as your fingers return to your pussy. “Are you seriously that desperate?” He chokes on a sob at your jab. But you can see the way his cheeks heat up at your insults and frankly, it pisses you off a bit. “You had to interrupt to get your perv on, is that it? Fucking loser.”
Ethan moans at your words, moving his hand faster. “I’m sorry,” he whines. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Like hell you didn’t.” You kick at his cheek with your foot, and he moans again. You roll your eyes at his pathetic appearance. “God, you’re such a pervert. This is why you became friends with me, isn’t it? To see if you had the chance to fuck me?”
All he does is sob, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes as his cock harder as he jerks himself off to your insults.
You tut. You know he’s lying just by the way his hand squeezes tighter around his cock and he pistons his hips further into his closed palm.
“Admit that you’ve wanted to fuck me.” You push into yourself and mimic the pace of his thrusts, bucking into your fingers as your thumb rubs circles on your clit.
“I,” he swallows hard. His eyes are glassy, full of tears waiting to drop. “I want to fuck you.”
The only sounds in the room are those of the both of you pleasuring yourselves, Ethan letting out occasional groans but you are for the most part silent, concealing your moans by biting your lip. The wetness from your pussy mixes with the slick sound of his palm moving up and down his cock.
Ethan’s eyes don’t part from your wet pussy once. His eyes practically shine, and you can’t help but to tease him about what you won’t give him.
“This is all you’re going to get from me.” You move yourself closer to the edge of the bed so that your lower half hangs off. “Better savor it.”
“Please!” Ethan whines out, his pants heavy as he fucks into his palm. He moves right under you, getting as close as he can without actually touching you. “Need to taste you.”
His sounds of pleasure are all you need to finally cum. Your release explodes out of you, squirting everywhere. Your wetness lands all over Ethan’s face and neck, whose own orgasm comes the moment after yours does. He moans softly, his sperm releasing in jets, landing on his stomach and your wood floor.
He moans and begins to lick around his lips. “Thank you.” He whimpers quietly. You can see that his eyes are tinged red, most likely letting out a few tears from the intensity of his orgasm.
You grab a tissue from your dresser, wiping your hands and the remnants of your release all over your body.
You stare down at Ethan who remains on his knees, your juices glistening all over your face. His cock pulses with desire even though he just came mere seconds ago. It’s pathetic, you think to yourself, yet still so hot to see how much he wants you.
You ignore the wave of heat that washes over you seeing Ethan in that state. “Clean all of that up,” you demand, gesturing to his face and the floor where his release pools.
Ethan looks up at you, his eyes wide, and nods rapidly. You turn to go to the bathroom, pausing to speak to him again.
“And get out of here before my roommate’s back.” You smirk. “If you’re a good boy we can do this again some other time.”
Ethan’s heart pounds in his chest as he obeys.