"Oh, yeah," she moaned, her luscious ass up in the air. "Fuck, yeah, just like that!"
"You like taking it from behind, don't you?" he asked, his breathing harsh. "I bet you do. You fucking love it, don't you? Fucking slut..."
"Shut up!" she cried, her body tensing. She reached down beneath her body and ran her fingers around his cock as it slipped out and back inside her cunt. Grunting as he slammed his cock home again, she moved her fingers to her engorged clit and frantically stroked it. "Just fuck me. Just keep fucking me like that."
She was so close, she could feel the tingling starting in her stomach. Her muscles were trembling and her body shook with each manic thrust from the man behind her. His cock was long and hard, sliding so easily through her juicy pussy that she shuddered and pinched her clit, longing to feel the hot release of an orgasm.
It had been too long, way too long, since she'd last been pounded like this. Her fingers worked harder on her clit and she bowed her head, resting her forehead on her arm. The position lifted her ass higher in the air and angled her body so that the man fucking her could sink even deeper. With a grunt, he did just that, yanking hard on her hips and he pushed his body forward, burying his cock inside her. Her pussy sucked him in, making a delicious squishing noise as he thrust.
"Fuck, yeah," she moaned, rubbing her clit harder, circling it and pinching roughly.
From behind, he leaned close and lifted one hand to play with her naked tits. His fingers splayed between them where they hung beneath her body before he settled on one breast, pinching her nipple. She gasped, feeling the release hit her at that moment. Her fingers didn't stop moving on her clit and he fucked her even harder when he felt her pussy clenching around his cock.
"Oh, yeah, cum for me, baby," he groaned, moving his hand back to her hip and increasing his already frantic pace.
Unable to form a sentence, she only groaned, long and loud, pushing her body back as best as she could to meet his thrusts. He pounded into her, over and over as her body shuddered with her orgasm. She knew he was close; they'd fucked enough times over the past year for her to recognize the signs. His breathing was erratic, his pace very fast and he was grunting like an animal. In the past, she'd loved to listen to him lose control. Now, all she wanted was for him to finish. She'd hit her peak and felt ten times better than she had when she'd called him.
At last, he shot his load and shouted a name; not hers. Scowling, she waited until his body stopped humping against her backside and then pulled away when he was finished emptying his load inside of her.
"I should go," she said, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting up.
He collapsed behind her, breathing hard and managed a laugh at her words. "Why should you go, baby? That was only round one."
"Fuck you and your round one," she snapped as she reached down for her discarded clothes. "You shouted Carrie's name when you came."
He blinked and stared at her in confusion. "Did I? Oh, shit."
"Yeah, 'oh, shit,'" she said and stood up, pulling her jeans over her hips.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," he said with a smirk. "We're not even dating anymore. You only called me for a fuck."
However true that may be, she didn't have to like the fact that he'd been thinking of someone else as he fucked her. She yanked her shirt on and slid her feet into her sandals, heading for the door across the room immediately.
"Hannah, come on!" he called as she pulled the door open.
"Fuck you, Todd," she tossed over her shoulder before leaving him alone in his dorm room.
As Hannah shut the door behind her, she thought she heard more of his whiny protests but she didn't care. She fluffed her brown hair up and ran her fingers through it to release the tangles as she walked away. The dorm was silent, mostly empty except for a few stragglers unable to make it home or to Florida for spring break. Hannah had had plans to drive with her friends to Fort Lauderdale but when she'd discovered her best friend Lori humping her almost-boyfriend Gerry last week, she'd opted out. Left behind, feeling horny and jilted, she'd caved, calling Todd, her ex-boyfriend. It had seemed like a good plan at the time, since the university was virtually deserted for the week. Now that she'd just been called by some other bitch's name, it didn't seem like such a good idea any more.
Sighing, Hannah hurried down the hall to the elevators and went up two floors to her own hall. Back alone in her own room, she sank onto her bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling.
Now what?
She wondered, toeing her sandals off and letting them drop to the floor. I could go home for the week. That thought made her scowl. Her parents, or rather, her mother and her latest husband, weren't even speaking at the moment. The last time she'd called home, she'd been treated to a screaming fight between the two of them. She had no desire to head home to spend time in the middle of that.
There's always Lindsay's house,
she told herself, thinking of her high school chum who still lived down the street from her mom's place. Hannah dismissed that idea almost as soon as it occurred to her.
Well, I can't stay here,
she thought and frowned at the dark ceiling.
Maybe home is my best option.
With another heavy sigh, she rolled over and decided to sleep on it.
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The next day, around dinnertime, Hannah was rolling up her old street in her beat-up VW Beetle, idly looking across the well-manicured lawns. She turned up a long, empty driveway, the overhanging trees dousing her car in shadows as she coasted towards the garage at the back of the lot. Once she stopped, she hopped out of the car and grabbed her duffel bag and backpack from the back seat. Then she headed up to the big house and let herself in through the kitchen door.
"Hello?" she called as she walked inside and set her bags down. "Is anyone home?" She stood in the kitchen and listened for a moment. No reply.
Shrugging, she turned to the fridge and opened it to pull out a soda for herself. Popping the top, she wandered through the house, making her way through all the familiar rooms. She hadn't been back since the Christmas break but nothing had really changed. Same elegant furniture, same framed pictures on the mantle and same insane entertainment system in the basement. Smiling now, she plopped down on the wide, plush couch and flicked on the big screen TV.
