Shades Of Submission: Fifty By Fifty Part 91

"Professor Sansom, I believe he said," Troy replied.

"Troy, I can't talk to him right now. Don't ask me why. Just please tell him that you were wrong about me being asleep and that I'm not here," she said.

Troy was the lone guy in a house full of women. He had learned early on not to question them when it came to their interactions with men. He also knew that any man they wanted to call would have their personal cell numbers, but they usually took calls from faculty. Still, he did not question. He did as Selena asked.

In those waking moments after Troy left, Selena achieved something that felt like clarity. She understood that what she was feeling was a loss of control. She craved the level of s.e.xual excitement and wild abandon that she had experienced with Carl, but she needed to be able to control the situation.

She knew what she needed to do.

THE END.

(AND TO BE CONTINUED).

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By Adriana Hunter.

Chapter One.

She couldn't control the rush of deliciously hot need that coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless.

The insane torment. Toppling her senses; making her bite down hard on her bottom lip at every creak of the bed frame, every deep, masculine moan. Every feminine sigh, and whimper.

Brooke knew she really shouldn't be eavesdropping on her roommate. Listening to another woman having hard, rough s.e.x with not just one, but two gorgeous men, left her breathless...and wet. G.o.d, was she ever wet.

Yet here she was, unable to stay away, leaning back against the wall, face turned to listen closely to the sounds that came from within, leaving nothing to the imagination.

When her roommate Carly had come home with two insanely good-looking men and promptly disappeared into the bedroom, Brooke hadn't known exactly what to think. But she did know one thing she was jealous. Insanely jealous. Her roommate had just never struck Brooke as the type to have that much of a wild side so it surprised her that she'd come stumbling in, buzzing, with two chiseled stallions on her heels. In fact, she always thought of her roommate as rather timid and shy; maybe even a bit repressed s.e.xually and emotionally. Neither woman had much of a love life worth speaking of. Well, until now.

So just how had Carly managed to lure these guys home with her only to end up with them both in her bed, giving her unspeakable pleasure? It seemed almost surreal.

Sounds of flesh slapping wildly against flesh echoed through the apartment and Brooke couldn't stop the buzzing from between her thighs.

"Mmm...That's it. Oh yes, f.u.c.k me, baby," Carly moaned, and Brooke's eyes widened to hear Carly talk so dirty, so commanding. Picturing the pet.i.te blonde with the girlish face that belied her twenty-five years spouting such lewdness made the dark-haired Brooke giggle with surprise.

"Let's see what you can do with that pretty little mouth," chuckled one of the men. And sure enough it was followed by sounds of sucking, kissing and even gagging. There was no need to wonder if Carly was doing her best to pleasure both men; the deep groaning that echoed through the hallway was proof enough that she was lost in a world of unstoppable pleasure.

f.u.c.k it, Brooke thought as she allowed a wayward hand to slip between her curvy thighs. Her cotton night-shirt rode up to her waistline as she slipped eager fingers over her pulsating hub.

d.a.m.n, was she ever wet.

Unable to hold back any longer, she slowly rubbed her c.l.i.t, now swollen and greedy for any kind of pressure.

A shiver ripped through her; right from the crown of her head to between her legs till it spread in a mushroom cloud all across her quivering frame. And when she overheard one of the men in the bedroom say hoa.r.s.ely, "You're one naughty girl, aren't you?" Brooke fantasized that he was talking to her and she gave a soundless moan of a.s.sent.

She closed her eyes tight as the white-hot heat of her p.u.s.s.y felt ready to combust, making her walls contract and shiver round her probing fingers.

What I wouldn't give for one night of pleasure with two men, Brooke thought with an imperceptible moan, her spine arching off the wall and large b.r.e.a.s.t.s jutting out beneath the fabric of her shirt, her nipples rock hard.

With the buzzing in her ears from her l.u.s.t-steeped brain, and the delicious sounds of s.e.x coming from inside the room, Brooke didn't hear the footfalls treading softly along the dimly lit hallway. Somehow though, she soon became aware of a strange presence, and she slowly opened her bleary lids.

A huge shadow fell across her writhing frame and her eyes opened wide in horror. But before she could scream a large hand covered her mouth, effectively silencing her. A square-chiseled face, framed by thick locks of dirty-blond hair edged closer and she could make out the devilishly handsome features of her mystery man.

He lifted a finger to his lips in a 'ssh' sound, not that Brooke was capable of uttering a sound right then. She was stuck somewhere between a state of panic and a mesmerized trance ignited by his insanely steel-blue eyes.

From behind the wall she was pinned against, she heard the noises from the bedroom grow louder. Headboard banging, flesh slapping, interspersed with moans and groans from the three lovers within. Brooke knew that her captor, who still had his hand over her mouth and his broad, formidable frame trapping her against the wall, could hear every sound as well.

When he seemed certain that she wouldn't scream, he lowered his hand to where hers was immobilized between her thighs.

He gently, but firmly, drew her hand away, only to promptly replace it with his own. Panic swept over Brooke at the unfamiliar touch on her delicate mound. His intensely blue eyes held hers compellingly, even hypnotically.

Her widened eyes seemed to scream at him, What are you doing? How dare you? But he merely gave her a sinfully naughty grin. His lips, curved with enough sensual lushness to tempt a virgin, had Brooke sidetracked for a moment. But when his fingertips brushed over her sensitive folds, Brooke was instantly brought back to reality with a gush of hot, sweet wetness.

Oh, f.u.c.k! His touch felt so good. How could she let him do this to her? Violate her as though she was nothing more than some cheap s.l.u.t? Why wasn't she struggling harder; kicking or even biting him? Why did her legs seem to widen just that bit more as his bold, knowing fingers delved deeper inside of her?

Brooke could distinctively hear Carly's cries of ecstasy, uncaring of how loud she was being. There was a loud slap that sounded like a palm hitting bouncy, giving flesh.

"Aaah!" yelped Carly with pleasure. "Yeah, spank my a.s.s. I love it. Harder!"

There was a series of more obliging sounds of slapping, louder this time. Brooke was conscious of her wetness dripping down her thighs; the situation intensified ten-fold because this gorgeous man of mystery was there, touching her, listening right along with her. His feral grin promised its own brand of temptation, even as he slowly pushed two long, thick fingers into her sizzling c.u.n.t.

He never said a word; just took what was so readily available. Slipped his fingers deep into her needy p.u.s.s.y like he knew just what she hungered for, what she needed. Brooke, shamed, helpless and lost, threw her head back in carnal surrender. She'd burn in h.e.l.l for letting him get away with this. But if she tried to struggle or even make a sound, she'd risk the others in the room hearing the commotion and she wasn't sure she wanted her stranger to stop touching her in her most private places.

Her captor knew she was his for the taking. d.a.m.n him. d.a.m.n him for making this feel so incredibly good; making her lower belly quiver and lurch with l.u.s.t as he stroked his thumb over her c.l.i.t while finger-f.u.c.king her tight p.u.s.s.y. His hand, once again clamped over her mouth just beneath her nostrils, did nothing to obstruct her breathing yet Brooke could hardly draw in air from the way her chest was constricting from the agony of the pleasure he gave at just his fingertips.

Her eyes pleaded with him to stop, but her writhing body told a different story. Her hips wriggled in a beat of its own, and she felt his booted feet push her thighs wider apart, leaving her more exposed for his sensual exploration.

He leaned in closer, and closer. Till his lips brushed her ear, his jawline sc.r.a.ping hers with his slight, s.e.xy stubble. Brooke caught his warm, masculine scent; that woodsy, musky hint of power and confidence. She shuddered, endorphins injecting into her bloodstream. His forbidden seduction grew darker and sweeter.

Those skillful fingers formed a slick, steady pace in and out of her p.u.s.s.y, in tandem with his thumb stroking gently over her c.l.i.t. At this point, Brooke was no longer aware of anything else happening around her. All she could think or feel was him, invading her; owning her. Taking control of her senses and wringing out her every inhibition till she found herself grinding against his hand. More, please more, her jutting pelvis seemed to beg.

Any sense of shame was long gone. Try as she might to look away, or close her eyes against the stormy-blue enchantment of his hypnotic gaze, Brooke felt incapable of freeing herself from his powerful spell. Moments pa.s.sed like eons, as pleasure grazed like sugar-coated emery over her every erogenous zone.

His touch felt better than any other man's ever did.

Brooke suddenly appreciated the hand covering her mouth, managing to mute the blissful moan bursting raw from her throat. She could never have dreamed this in a hundred years, yet it was happening. It was almost like a fantasy come to life, just that she'd never had a fantasy quite like this. So hot, so deliciously wicked. As good as bad can be.

Propped against the wall, her trembling legs spread wide, Brooke couldn't stop the way her juices flooded those thrusting fingers. She hunched forward as her captor strummed against her g-spot, making her p.u.s.s.y throb. And just as he hit that magic b.u.t.ton, he chose that same moment to nip his teeth into her tender ear lobe. That sharp, sweet bite strangely set off the ticking bomb that led to her spiraling o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Mmm!" Brooke cried out mutely. At that same moment; sounds from beyond the wall told her the three lovers too found release, roars of deep satisfaction blending in with Carly's o.r.g.a.s.mic moans. Brooke's head spun round and round as she climaxed.

Suddenly the hand slipped from over her mouth, while his fingers pulled out of her p.u.s.s.y. Brooke couldn't hold back the reflexive tremors that shook her body as those masterful fingers withdrew. Panting, dazed by it all, her eyes flew open, her limp body barely able to hold itself up, when suddenly, she realized that she now stood alone.

He was gone.

Gone as quickly as he'd appeared. How was that even possible? Not giving herself time to think about it, she half-stumbled back to her room on shaky legs. Once there she collapsed face down on the bed, sated, exhaustion taking over her body and mind until there was nothing but darkness.

Brooke could try all she could to convince herself last night with the stranger hadn't happened, but it had.

She woke up groggy, found her fingers locked in between her bare thighs and s.n.a.t.c.hed the hand away as if it burned. Her cheeks turned a crimson red, burning in a mix of shame and desire as last night's events came rushing back.

How could she have been so careless? Why had she let what happen take place?

She was reluctant to get out of bed, much less shower and leave her room, but she suddenly felt dirty, as though she needed to wash the stain of his touch from her skin. As the warm water jet teased over, she couldn't stop the rush of desire from returning as she thought about her stranger and his incredibly skilled fingers working their way inside of her.

She couldn't get his face out of her mind. Handsome as sin; square-lined jaw and curvy, firm lips and eyes a blazing blue. She saw in her mind's eye the silky sweep of his longish dirty blond hair, falling over his forehead and making her want to run her fingers hungrily through it.

She closed her eyes to momentarily recall the scent of his skin, brushing against her cheek and giving her nostrils a taste of his gorgeous cologne mixed in with his natural, masculine aroma.

Oh G.o.d; I let some hot, s.e.xy stranger bring me to o.r.g.a.s.m just outside my roommate's door last night!

It was so out of character for Brooke to have allowed such a thing to happen, but she couldn't deny that it had thrilled her to go with it, to allow desire to lead her rather than the usual logic that guided her every move. She had always been a good-girl type, careful to follow the rules, ever conscious of the way she carried herself, of how people thought of her.

Finally stumbling from the bathroom, she dried off and dressed, her mind continuing to race with thoughts and images from the night before.

Who was he? She kept wondering. How had he just happened to show up last night?

Brooke remembered how it had all started. She'd been awoken by the sound of her roommate returning late last night, giggling and pulling in two handsome men into the apartment with her. Brooke had peered through the crack of her door to see Carly lead the two men, dressed like they'd all come in from the club, into her bedroom closing the door behind her. Then the sounds began to echo through the apartment. Sounds of hard, rough s.e.x and shameless pleasure.

Brooke shivered with desire as she thought about how she'd touched herself, her body arched against the wall close to the door as she'd listened to every sound coming from that carnality-filled room. But her self-love had given her little fulfillment.

Instead, she'd been silently seduced by the tall, broad-shouldered and handsome stranger who'd given her a taste of what she'd been missing. A dominant lover's skillful touch, bringing her release in mere minutes and blowing her mind with the intensity and skill of his pa.s.sionate touch.

Brooke shook her head in wonder. She needed to talk to Carly about this, to find out who he was exactly. Hearing her bustling about in the kitchen Brooke wandered in only to be sweetly greeted by her roommate and friend.

"Well, good morning! And how was your night?"

She poured Brooke a cup, and Brooke couldn't help but look onto her friend with a new perspective. Carly seemed...different. One hot night of carnal pleasure certainly had done wonders for her, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide and bright.

"Pretty good. How was yours?" Brooke asked casually.

"Hmm...adventurous," was Carly's response, her eyes taking a dreamy cast. She smiled. "You must have been fast asleep when I got back from the club. I met some new friends there and they took me to another party and well...we ended up coming back to here."

Carly was blushing when she turned to Brooke. "I'm actually surprised you slept right through it. I must have thought I made a h.e.l.l of a racket."

Now it was Brooke's turn to blush. "What? Oh! I was dead to the world. My day had been ah...pretty hectic. I was out like a light the moment my head touched the pillow."

"Oh," Carly said thoughtfully. "Well, I wish you'd decided to come out with me last night instead of staying in. Though I'm not much of the clubbing and partying all night type, I had a blast. We brought the party right back here...and it was mind-blowing."

"By 'we'...you mean?" Brooke asked, brow quirking questioningly.

Carly had the grace to look shamefaced. "I honestly don't know what came over me. I certainly didn't have that much to drink. But when Ash and Byron made the suggestion, I..." Carly paused, burying her face in her cup.

"Made what suggestion?" Brooke heard herself ask nervously.

Carly sighed, as if having made a decision to come clean. "Okay so, they both offered to come back home with me. I was kind of unsure as to what it would be like...you know, being with two men at once, but I thought 'f.u.c.k it', I'm always doing what I think will make people happy rather than what makes me happy. So I went with it."

Brooke swallowed. "And how was it?"

"It was amazing!" cried Carly, throwing up her hands. But then a sweet blush blossomed over her face as she sighed. "I could never have imagined how thrilling it would be to feel like the center of attention; getting double the pleasure, double the fun double the delicious danger...having the full attention of two men who wanted nothing but me."

She suddenly grinned, and looked up quickly at the wide-eyed Brooke. "You should try it sometime! Do something wild and exciting for a change. Totally out of your comfort zone. I feel like a new person...different, somehow. I don't know, I guess it's just liberating to not care about what others might think."