Room 209

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Here's Part Two. Enjoy!


“For tonight, read Act One and Two of Julius Caesar. Class dismissed.”



Serena gathered her books and started towards the door. Damien walked past her, but as he did so, Serena felt his warm, slender fingers entangle in hers for the briefest moment. She shivered, something she had been doing quite often over the past two days.



Serena smiled when she saw that Damien was waiting for her at the door.



“You didn’t have to wait for me,” she said, still smiling.



“I wanted to walk you to your next class,” he replied.



They made their way down the hall in silence until moments before reaching Serena’s classroom, Damien suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her around the corner of the hallway into a dark, secluded area by the east stairwell. He wound his arms around her waist, whirled her around, and pushed her back to the wall. Serena gasped in surprise. Then Damien’s mouth enveloped hers, and Serena leaned her head back and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck. As much as she wanted to, Serena didn’t dare let out a moan, lest someone should hear them in the heat of desire. Damien removed one hand from her waist and slipped two fingers down her low-cut t-shirt to touch her breasts. He stroked her hard, aroused nipple, and Serena sighed and pressed her crotch against his in response. Damien’s leg pushed between hers, and she could feel his erection hard against her pelvis. He removed his hand out from her shirt and ran it up her thigh. He brushed his knuckles against her clit, and Serena completely dissolved under his touch.



She unwillingly tore her mouth away from his. “I-I’m going to be late for class,” she panted. “Sorry.”



Damien smiled. “It’s fine,” he replied. “We always have tonight,” he added as he smoothed out Serena’s tousled hair. He took her hand and walked her back to her classroom.



“So when do you want to come over?”



“I don’t know, maybe seven?”



“Alright.” Damien replied, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly. “See you then.”



“Wait,” she said. “Don’t you have a roommate?”



“I paid a little extra to get a single this year,” he said with a mischievous grin.



“Oh, lucky you.”



He leaned towards her and lightly brushed his lips over hers. They both smiled. He kissed her gently once more and bit her bottom lip seductively just before he pulled away.



*****



Serena dressed simply in a fitted, button up blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans. Damien lived in the Whitehall residence, which was the building adjacent to hers. A few minutes later she was standing in front of his dorm, knocking on his door. Damien, to Serena’s surprise, opened the door dressed head to toe in a tailored suit.



“Uh, what’s the occasion?” She remarked as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Oh my god, fuck me right now.



Damien laughed, stepping to the side to let Serena in. “I just got back from a dress rehearsal for a play over at the Village Theatre.”



“Oh, what play?” she asked as her eyes scanned his dorm. It was exceptionally clean. Well, it was the cleanest dorm she had ever stepped into belonging to someone of the opposite gender. Usually, boxers, dirty wifebeaters, and smelly undershirts masked the floor, but in Damien’s case, his floor was littered with manuscripts, notebooks, and crumpled paper. The white covers of his bed was left unmade, and posters of various classic movies lined the walls.



“It’s a modern retelling of Much Ado About Nothing.”



“And who’s your character?”



Damien beamed. “Benedick.”



Serena was impressed. She had no idea that Damien was involved in professional theatre. And as the lead role, too!



“Recite some of your lines for me.”



Damien thought for a moment while he locked the door behind him and took off his suit jacket, gingerly laying it over a chair.



“They say the lady is fair; 'tis a

truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous; 'tis

so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving

me; by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor

no great argument of her folly, for I will be

horribly in love with her.”



Damien stepped closer as he spoke and gently grasped Serena’s shoulders, sliding his hands down her arms and entwining his fingers in hers.



He brushed his lips against her jaw, her lips, her neck, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. His lips trailed along her collarbone and down to her swell of her breasts, where he kissed her cleavage. Serena closed her eyes and released a small sigh of pleasure.



Damien released his hands from hers and rested them on her waist. He gently pushed her towards the bed, and Serena took a few steps backwards and let herself fall onto the cool, soft sheets. Damien deftly placed each leg on either side of her hips, straddling her. He fumbled with his tie, loosened it all the way, and gave her a wicked smirk. Serena caught her breath when she realized what he was going to do. Damien wrapped his tie over her eyes and tied it in a knot behind her head, plunging Serena into complete darkness.



Being plunged into complete darkness, Serena’s whole body became ultra sensitive, and she found that she was soaking wet between her thighs at the mere thrill of the unknown. She heard the mattress creak as she felt him lean over the side of the bed and rummage underneath. Moments later, one hand was pinning her arms above her head while the other was tying what she presumed to be another silk tie around her wrists.



Bondage and a blindfold? Everything about the situation was so deliciously erotic. Serena found that being blindfolded heightened her arousal tenfold. Every touch, caress, and kiss that Damien made on her body reverberated across her skin. Her entire lower half tingled when she felt Damien’s fingers unzip her jeans and slowly slide them down, running his fingers along the underside of her legs as he did so. Serena shivered. She felt his hand gently lift up her right calf, and his soft lips pressed against her ankle. Damien brushed his fingers over Serena’s inner thighs, and Serena gasped when he subsequently stroked his knuckles against her nub. She felt her insides melt at his touch.



“Oh, Damien,” Serena cooed.



He then proceeded to pull off her panties, inch by inch, and Serena began to grow more aroused by the second. Damien cupped the inside of her thighs with each hand and gently spread them apart, revealing her oozing, wet lips. He slid his succulent tongue inside her, causing Serena to let out a strangled moan and arch her back in response. Damien continued to flick his tongue in and out of her labia, and Serena’s head began to spin: the pleasure was almost too much to bear. She then felt a rhythmic pressure on her clit, which she presumed to be the palm of his hand…she couldn’t really tell, and she honestly didn’t care. All that mattered at the moment was what Damien was doing to her body. She was literally at his mercy as Damien unrelentingly licked and sucked her sex. Serena’s breathing became shallow and heavy as she felt the onslaught of an orgasm. Suddenly, Damien, his lips still pressed to Serena’s labia, hummed, sending vibrations pulsing through her core. That was all she needed: Serena bucked and released a wrenching cry as the climax ripped through her. Damien lapped up the juices that gushed out, and then moved on top of her.



“You taste so sweet,” he groaned into her ear. Serena smiled.



Damien’s lips found the nape of Serena’s neck and began to suck while his fingers slid around her back and deftly unclasped her bra. His tongue traced a trail down to the nipple of one of her breast and moved in circles around it. Serena squeezed her legs together in arousal.



Through the darkness, Serena heard the jingle of a belt buckled and the tug of a zipper. The sound of fabric sliding across bare skin sent shivers down her spine. Damien pressed his bare chest to Serena’s and relished in the feeling of her soft breasts against him.



He then slid his hardness inside of her without warning, and whispered, “Tell me you’re mine, Serena.” Serena arched her back and let out a small moan. He continued to slide in and out of her while she rubbed her calves against his.



“I’m yours, Damien,” she panted.



Damien pounded deep into Serena, hitting her g-spot every time. Serena was dizzy with ecstasy. She desperately felt the need to tear and claw something, so she began to writhe underneath Damien’s body, attempting to unknot the bindings around her wrist. Suddenly, Damien’s hand clenched over her bindings while the other hand stroked her waist.



“Relax,” he breathed. “Let me do the work, babe.” Serena inhaled deeply and allowed her body to melt into his. The moment she relaxed, the pleasure intensified. She could feel every inch of him inside her, pummeling through her body. She sensed the teasing pulses of a climax begin and rubbed her pelvis against Damien’s in response. Damien began to thrust harder and faster, clenching his jaw tight. Serena arched her back and let out a loud, guttural moan. His cock smoldered inside of her, and he squeezed Serena’s ass as he gave his final thrusts while fiery hot liquid shot out of him. Exhausted, Damien dropped on top of her, laying his head against her breasts while he untied her bindings. With her hands finally free, she wrapped her arms around him and sighed contentedly, entirely spent.



“Soo…,’ she said, “about that paper…”