Free Slammed #3 by Claire Adams

the
intensity of the sensations.
    I was barely aware of it as Zack’s cock began to
twitch and jerk inside of me, barely aware of the splash of sticky-slick heat
that shot into me in spurts while we continued to move together until we simply
couldn’t keep it up anymore. As the spasms of pleasure began to abate for both
of us, I felt Zack sag against me and I drooped against the mattress, panting
and so full of satisfied pleasure that I couldn’t think.
    I stayed there for a long time, my mind drifting,
music and the sounds of a few hundred partiers filtering through the walls as I
caught my breath and tried to convince my pounding heart to slow down. Zack
pulled himself up, falling to the bed next to me with
his arms draped around me loosely, lazily touching me everywhere.
    “I’m so glad you found me,” Zack said, burying his
face against my neck and kissing me.
    “I am, too. This is certainly a lot better than I
expected.”
    Zack laughed against my skin, pulling back and
brushing my long hair out of my face before he kissed me hungrily, his hands
coming to life along my curves, teasing me once more.
    “Man, Evie —I was miserable
without you. I don’t think you even know how much it hit me.”
    I shrugged, still smiling. “I saw you play the other
night. But I didn’t think…I just figured you’d move on once I froze you out.” I
leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I was expecting you to have some
girl in here, so I could feel justified.” Zack laughed again, kissing me
hungrily as he started to touch me all over again, cupping my breasts, teasing
my nipples and starting up the flames of desire inside of me again. “Hey—so what
were you doing in here before I came?”
    Zack shrugged. “Pretending to study, mostly just
moping. Considering trying to call you one last time,
actually.”
    Zack pulled my body against his and slipped his hand
between my legs. He began to stroke my still-slick folds slowly and gently at
first, and then more firmly. He found my clit by touch and began to stroke me
as I shivered and arched against him, pushing my hips down for better contact.
    “You should stay the night,” Zack suggested, rubbing
my clit in tight little circles while my hips bucked, sliding some of his
fingers down to stroke my inner labia.
    “Mm—no, Zack. I am not staying the night here,” I laughed slightly, breathless and moaning,
leaning my head back against his shoulder. “There is—there is no way that I’m
doing the walk of shame away from your frat tomorrow morning.”
    Zack kissed my shoulder, nibbling playfully. “Aw,
come on—everyone already knows that I’m madly in love with you. Of course you
stayed the night.”
    I rolled my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as
Zack’s fingers slipped inside of me, rubbing along my inner walls. “I’m not
staying the night,” I insisted, moaning softly as Zack continued to work me,
sending tingling jolts of hot and cold electricity through my nerves.
    He didn’t argue the point, but instead kept touching
me, rubbing and stroking me inside and out, pressing against my clit until I
shivered almost uncontrollably against him, hitting orgasm once again before I
slumped against his body.
    I slipped out of the frat house a few hours later;
the party had wound down, with only a few revelers still drinking and laughing
and talking, the music long since dead. I knew I’d be totally wrecked for my
classes the next day, but the sweet tingling aftermath of so many orgasms
coursing through my body told me it was totally worth it. I would maybe get a
nap in the afternoon; I had a span of a couple of hours between lunch and my
evening classes. It wouldn’t be that difficult to fit in a rest. My phone
buzzed in my purse and I took it out, looking at the screen; there were two
text messages. One from Jess and one from Zack.
    You
okay? Jess had asked me. I sent back that I was, and on
my way back to the dorms.
    Zack’s was even more satisfying: