Frat Games: the House Slut
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Chapter 10: Knocking on Jace’s Door
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: Knocking on Jace’s Door - Alpha Zeta Rho.... the cockiest, all-jock frat on campus. Known for keg stands, locker room brawls, and one secret tradition: Every year, they pick one pledge to turn into their house toy.
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The hallway was quiet. Just past midnight.
Everyone else in the house had either passed out or was still downstairs drinking. My room was right across from Jace’s. All I had to do was take a breath, cross the hall, and knock.
I hesitated.
Not because I didn’t want to ... because I did. My whole body was thrumming with need. Jace had whispered it into my ear like a demand: My room. Tonight. I want to be the first to stretch that hole.
I’d been hard ever since.
So I knocked on his door. Once. Then again.
The door cracked open. Then swung wide.
Jace stood there in nothing but a pair of tight grey shorts that clung to his thighs and bulge like they were painted on. Yeah, of course he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His chest was massive, hair dusting his pecs, abs like carved stone, arms flexed slightly as he leaned against the doorframe.
He looked down at me and grinned. “Pledge,” he said, laughing under his breath. “Didn’t even have to remind you. Look at you. Already at my doorstep like a good little mutt.”
My heart raced. I nodded.
“I like this dedication,” he said, stepping aside. “Come in.”
I walked in. Quiet. Nervous. The lights were low, room hot, the air laced with the smell of musk and body spray. His sheets were half off the bed, floor scattered with socks and used towels. He closed the door behind me.
“Strip.”
His voice was low and rough, no room for questions.
I peeled my shirt off. My boxers followed. I stood still, like I was waiting for orders. Like my body was no longer mine.
He stepped forward slowly, cock swelling behind his shorts. His eyes never left mine. “Get on your knees.”
I dropped down, legs folding under me. His shorts hung low enough now that the tip of his cock was pushing out against the fabric. Thick. Heavy. I stared. Waited.
He pulled his waistband down. Let it fall.
His cock bounced out ... already half-hard, hanging low with weight. It smacked softly against his thigh. Then he stepped closer until his cock was right above my eyes. So close I could smell him.
Without a word, he slapped it against my face. The sound cracked through the room.
Smack.
Then again. Firmer this time.
Smack.
I didn’t flinch. Just kept my eyes up, wide and obedient.
He tilted his head. Smirked. “Chicks are desperate for my cock,” he muttered, stroking the shaft lazily. “But your eyes ... your mouth ... fuck...” His thumb brushed my cheek. “You want it more than any of them.”
He slapped it again.
Thwack.
“Lick it.”
I did. Tongue out. Slow. From base to tip. I could feel the veins throb against my tongue. I circled the head. Tasted sweat. Felt it twitch.
“Yeah,” he muttered, watching me. “This is the only lube you’re getting tonight.”
I licked it again, wetter this time, letting spit gather and drizzle down the shaft.
“Now spit on it.”
I leaned in and spat ... thick, messy ... right on the tip. He didn’t move. Just watched as it slid down and pooled around his fingers.
His voice dropped lower. “Get on the bed.”
I stood, legs weak, and climbed onto the mattress. I didn’t need direction, I got on all fours, ass up, face turned toward the headboard.
I felt the bed dip behind me. Then his hand gripped my waist. Hard.
He spread my cheeks open and let out a low growl. “You’re fucking soaked.”
Then the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. Not slow. Not teasing. Just pressure. And push.
“Unhh ... Aah. Jace.” I gasped, hands clawing the sheets.
He drove in halfway, thick and brutal. My body jerked forward. My ass stretched wide, struggling to take the size.
“Fuck,” he grunted behind me. “You’re tight as fuck, pledge...”
He spat on his hand, rubbed it between us, then slammed forward.
His hips met my ass. I moaned loudly, face shoved into the mattress.
“No whining,” he hissed, grabbing my throat from behind. “You wanted this, didn’t you.”
He pulled back.