Page 66 of The Deceptions
I wake with a start, sweat dripping from almost every surface of my body as a real orgasm breaks through dreamland and my pussy contracts around nothing as my fingers work over my clit.
Wonderful. A sex dream on my first night at college. Nothing beats images of your ex-boyfriends turned murderers going down on you and giving you a real orgasm during our first timetogether. Honestly. I’m blaming my lack of vibrator time last night and ovulation. Even though my periods have always been off, weird, and out of sync. I know it’s coming for sure, and my body is warning me.
I blow out a breath, wiping my hand over my eyes and collecting the moisture cascading down my cheeks. Attempting to settle my raging heart rate and the ringing in my ears. My breaths continue to heave. The remnants of an orgasm flows through my veins, dripping my brain in heavy doses of dopamine and oxytocin, leaving me to float on a cloud. Despite how torturous it is to know that it was them in dreamland giving me all the pleasure.
I obviously didn’t drink enough margaritas to drown out the lingering memories. At least this wasn’t a nightmare. I could have screamed the entire dorm room down with my shrill cries. I stiffen in my sleepy state. Shit. What if I moaned?
“You moan in your sleep,” a gruff voice accuses me. “Like a fucking girl.”
I scream at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and quickly cover myself up from the intrusion. Like a girl? Shit! It’s because I am a girl! My surroundings come into focus. Forget the sex dream that woke me up mid fucking orgasm and my fingers down my pants.
My roommate is sitting on his bed, watching me with a curious gaze filled with disgust. Fucking stalker! I need to ask for a room reassignment or something. Maybe they’ll feel pity on me and give me a better roommate so I can orgasm in my sleep in private and not have some asshole roommate stare at me like I’m a show.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, staring at my murdery-looking roommate, lounging on his bed.
His nose wrinkles, looking me over. “I said, you moan like a girl in your sleep. Your scream was really high-pitched, too. Yousure your balls have dropped yet?” He sneers at me, sitting up and shaking his head.
I rear back. My balls? It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what he’s referring to. There ain’t no balls down there, buddy. But at the sight of his scowl and beady, judgmental eyes, I remember where and who I am.
Oh, and who he is.
My asshole roommate Dane.
I blink several times at his bare chest sprinkled with dark hairs and the boxer shorts cling tightly to his very hard dick.
Oh my God.
It’s goddamn morning wood. Or I turned him on with my girly moans. No! Not that. Ugh.
I squeeze my eyes shut and clear my throat. “Yes, asshole,” I grit out in my lowest voice, scratchy from my apparent sleep-screams. “My balls have dropped and are fine. Thanks for asking, though.” See? I’m good at this undercover shit.
“Right,” he scoffs, walking to his dresser and gathering a pair of jeans and slipping them on. How does he do that without bending it? “The rule still stands. Don’t touch my shit. You scholarship kids have sticky fucking fingers.”
“Just because I got here on my academic talents and don’t have to pay a dime, doesn’t mean I’m going to steal your shit,” I snap, sitting up without a thought and glaring at him. “You stay out of my shit too, asshole. I don’t know you. You could be a rich little thief whose Daddy gets him out of jail.” My chest heaves, and his eyes stray to it briefly before meeting my eye again.
Fuck.
I pull my comforter over my chest and up to my chin. Yeah. Not suspicious at all. Good thing I have a solid B cup for boobs and they aren’t as noticeable under my baggy t-shirt.
Dane raises a brow as he pulls a shirt over his head with the GU blood drive advertised on it. “Whatever you say, Roomie.Let’s just agree to stay out of each other’s way. Yeah?” He proceeds to put his socks and shoes on and stands a solid six feet, looming over me with a frown.
“I’m fine with that. But no reason to be a dick all the time,” I practically hiss between clenched teeth, watching him closely as he grabs his wallet and keys from his desk.
He shrugs with a grunt, throwing our bedroom door open and waltzing out of the dorm suite. The front door slams, rattling the entire place with his exit. I stare after him with a huff. Fucking prick. Why did I have to have a roommate again?
Ugh.
I swallow hard and check my phone. It’s only seven in the damn morning. Where is that prick heading off to so early? And why did he come back? I was really hoping to have this room to myself. But that’s my naivety talking. I always have to be on my toes. No matter what.
To ease my mind, I scroll through the SlamApp again, trying to catch anything suspicious happening. But it’s mostly the same gossip, new events popping up, pictures from the party we attended, and something about an annual blood drive coming to Greenwood in a few weeks.
Staying in bed for the extra ten minutes calms the nerves left over from my damn sex dream and orgasm. Just as I’m about to put my phone down, an email pops up in my notifications, letting me know I have an advisory meeting this morning to discuss classes and goals. It’s mandatory. Also, I had no idea it was planned. But I have three hours until I meet with her, giving me plenty of time to get ready and go over my case instructions again for clarity.
With that in mind, I slowly sit up in bed again, making sure my chest is covered with my baggy shirt. After a night filled with orgasmic memories I’d rather not relive, I need a hot shower and a fresh pair of clothes. My only hope is that my new roommateswon’t interrupt me or try to barge in. From my experience, they don’t particularly care if you’re in the shower and have to piss. Or maybe that’s just Jordy and his rudeness. Whatever. I have to stay vigilant and in character.
I’m thankful this isn’t a dorm that has only one large bathroom the entire floor shares. Small miracles, I guess. I could have it a lot worse. I would have to shower and use the bathroom with other men in the stall next to me. Now that’s a goddamn nightmare.
Silence encompasses our dorm suite as I make my way to the bathroom with an armful of fresh clothes, boxers, my contacts, glasses, binder, and soaps. It’s a simple bathroom with the necessities—probably smaller than it should be—with a small pedestal sink, one toilet, and a shower hidden behind a white shower curtain.
