Frat Games: the House Slut
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Chapter 3: Jace’s Personal Task
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Jace’s Personal Task - 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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There he was.
Jace. Lying behind me in my bed like he belonged there. Like this was his room, not mine. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. His body pressed up against mine, firm and solid, like every inch of him was built to make me feel smaller.
“Finish what you started, pledge,” he muttered.
I nodded. I was excited to have him in my bed.
Then I felt it - his hand at my hip. The shift of his legs behind me. He adjusted his body, grinding forward until the thick shape of his cock slid between the cheeks of my ass. Slow. Intentional. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move away. Not even a little.
I just lay there on my side, half-asleep, half-hard and let Jace’s body press against mine from behind.
His cock was hard. I could feel it through his shorts, thick and hot, grinding up the curve of my ass like he was claiming me in the dark. His hand stayed on my hip, steadying me while he moved, slow, rhythmic thrusts that made the bed creak and my breath catch.
“Yes,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut again. “Yes, Jace...”
“That’s it, pledge,” he muttered against the back of my neck, his breath damp and rough. “Just feel it.”
I rolled my hips, pushing back into him, letting the curve of my ass mold around the shape of his cock. Every grind was hotter than the last, like we weren’t just dry-humping, we were fucking through clothes. And it was filthy. Quiet. Slow. So hot I couldn’t think straight.
“You’re seriously already dripping for me?” he murmured, cocky now. “You liked riding me earlier, huh?”
I didn’t answer. I just kept moving, letting my body do the begging for me.
He pushed harder. I whimpered.
Then he pulled back. “Turn around,” Jace said, voice low and commanding. “Get your face between my legs. I’ve got a real task for you.”
I didn’t hesitate. I flipped over and crawled down the bed until I was between his thighs. He laid back, arms folded behind his head like this was a fucking massage, not a blowjob.
“Take those shorts off, pledge.”
I swallowed hard. I reached forward and hooked the waistband of his shorts with both hands. I peeled them down over his thighs, slow and careful, until they bunched at his knees. And there it was ... his cock. Thick and heavy, lying flat against his stomach. Not insanely huge, but just real. Long enough to make me pause. Long enough to make me want to taste him. Veins snaking the underside. The skin darker at the tip, already glistening.
I rolled over onto my stomach, kissed down the trail from his navel, and settled between his legs. He stayed lying there with his hands behind his head like he was just sunbathing, like my mouth didn’t matter. That only made me want it more.
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