"She's a Real Treasure": How the Baddest Girl in College Ended Up Screaming My Name Into the Pillow

"Ok, room assignments, come and get ‘em!"

Coach Lassiter holds out a fistful of hotel keys as we all more or less form a line to grab our rooms for the evening. It had been a long drive to the ass end of nowhere in order to get to the hotel in time for the meet tomorrow, and by now all of us from the Wyndmyre University track team are more asleep than awake.

I'm near the back of the line, shuffling forward step by step. I don't know who my roommate will be yet; I'd not sure I was going to be able to go to this meet at all until last-minute, and so by the time I get to the coach, there's only one key left. For just an instant I think I might have it made; a room all to myself. Then I see him go a little pale.

"Oh shit," he mumbles under his breath. His eyes are looking past me at something over my shoulder.

I turn to see Alex finally making her way into the room, still dressed in the fishnets and short t-shirt she probably went out partying in the night before and just never bothered to change out of. Her breasts are practically falling out of her top, and the skirt barely even covers her ass. She's even still got the dark lipstick on from whatever goth show she was at. The outfit shows off a scandalous amount of her carmel-colored skin– not that I mind, of course. I'm willing to bet every guy on the team is stealing glances at her right now– from a safe distance.

"Uh… Gabe, Alex, can I talk to you both?"

Suddenly that safe distance doesn't feel so safe anymore. A feeling of dread creeps into my stomach as my leaden feet lead me over to him. Behind me, I can hear Alex's combat boots stomping through the lobby.

"What's the deal?" She already sounds pissed.

"There was a mixup with the hotel apparently. They thought, uh, based on the names we gave them, that ‘Alex' should be rooming with a guy."

I turn just in time to see her eyes flashing furiously.

"What the fuck? You mean I have to room with him?"

"I already asked and they're booked solid for the night, nothing else available," Coach Lassiter holds out his hands, trying to forestall her fury. "Apparently everywhere is booked actually."

"This is bullshit!" Alex exclaims, and for once I find myself agreeing with her.

"Coach, you can't make us do this."

"Yeah coach, she'll kill him in his sleep!" Chimes in Marcus, my best friend on the team.

"Enough!" Coach Lassiter's voice rings out through the lobby. "I know it's not ideal, but it's late, there's nothing we can do about it, and it's just for one night. Gabe, Alex, figure it out. Rock paper scissors for all I care."

And with that, he thrusts the last two room cards at us. I grab one of them as Alex snatches the other. I can practically see the steam coming out of her ears as she stomps off.

"Good luck with that," Marcus says softly as we watch her go, her hips swaying with anger. I can't help but stare at her backside even so. Marcus pats my shoulder sympathetically. "She's a real treasure," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll pray for you."

"Thanks." My words sound as hollow as I feel as I follow Alex down the hall. I give her a few minutes to calm down before I tap my own keycard to the door and let myself in.

I don't know why I bothered. She's still as furious as ever.

"Ok, first off, you're sleeping on the floor," she tells me right away.

"Wait, what?"

"You don't seriously think I'm about to share a bed with you? C'mon Gabe, you're dumb, but you're not that dumb."

"Hey! I don't like this any more than you do, but that's no reason to be a dick about it."

"Whatever. You just curl up on the floor and be a good little boy and the sun will be up before you know it."

I blink, a little taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Now, I'm going to go to bed. I need to sleep if I'm going to beat that bitch Britney Schulster's time tomorrow, understand?"

Everyone knew that Alex was only on the track team because of the scholarship– a scholarship she was at risk of losing if she didn't place at this meet. Sure she'd set records all over the state in her first few years, but lately she'd been outrun at her events.

I narrow my eyes. "If you care about it that much, maybe try being nicer. Otherwise I might just have to wake you up every hour on the hour just so no one has to put up with your shit anymore."

She is quiet for a second, but if looks could kill I'd be a flaming crater. She marches forward, visibly shaking with anger and jabs a finger into my chest. She tries to hide her surprise at how much muscle she finds there, but I see her eyes widen just a little. She composes herself quickly though, her big brown eyes glaring up at me.

"You wouldn't dare," she hisses. "You… you wouldn't…"

"How do you know? You've never even talked to me. You have no idea what I'd do."

She tries to keep up the act, but I've planted a seed of doubt in her, and now I watch it bloom. Her finger wavers, slipping an inch down my chest to the top of my abs. I don't need to flex them for her to feel the lines of muscle there.

"You're an ass," she says dangerously. "No one talks back to me like that."

Part of me wants to apologize, but I'm in too deep now. Besides, she's the one being an ass about all this.

"Really? Then you must be hanging out with some real wimps."

A flash of heat comes back into her eyes at that, but it's what follows it that catches my attention. Suddenly she is considering me, tilting her head slightly like I'm a curious exhibit in a museum just for her.

"Yeah, maybe I am," she says softly.

Looking back, I don't know which one of us moved first, but one moment we are glaring at each other, eyes narrowed, bodies tense– and the next her lips are pressed into mine, pressed so hard that I know I'll feel it in the morning still. That first contact is like an electric fire that burns hot and bright as both of us are shocked by what we're doing.

For just a second I think she's going to pull away, going to come to her senses. But then she bites my lower lip hard, her hands moving to my chest to start unbuttoning my shirt.

"You think you're not a wimp then Gabe?" Her voice is huskier now, and there's only one answer to her question.

"I know I'm not."

Her eyes flash a challenge at me.

"Prove it."

My hands are already moving to her hips as I lift her up off the ground, kissing her again as I do. She wraps her thighs around my waist as I carry her to the bed in the hotel room, our tongues dancing in time with our steps.

I throw her to the mattress, yanking the skirt away and tossing it aside, leaving her naked from the waist down save for the fishnets and the boots.

The boots can stay for now, but the leggings– those have to go.

She growls approval as I rip them open, diving into the rent I've made in them and shoving my tongue between her legs.

"Oh fuuuuck, I love a man who knows how to go down."

"Keep talking Alex, I'm just getting started."

"Yeah? And what are you go-ohhh shiiiiit…"

I don't bother replying except to do what I just did again– using my tongue to slide up her dripping sex to her clit and taking it in my mouth, sucking on the swollen pearl as her thighs wrap around my ears, muffling her loud moans.

She thinks she has me where she wants me, but she doesn't know what I do.

I'm not planning to stop.

I keep alternating between licking and sucking on her clit and slowly the tenor of her groans changes, from initial arousal to something more deeply felt. I add a finger now, feeling the tightness of her walls around me as she keeps bucking her hips into my face. I let her do it, knowing it won't be much longer now…

When she cums, she doesn't bother to keep it quiet. I'm sure the people next door hear– but what they don't hear is how she gasps when I don't stop, how I keep licking and sucking and fingering her all throughout her orgasm, never slowing my pace, never giving her a chance for respite. Her legs start to tremble as I don't let up, her hands trying to push me away. I grab onto her thighs hard, holding myself in place.

"You want me to stop?" I mumble through a mouthful of pussy.

"Too much!" she whimpers.

"Say please…"

"Fuck you!' That I'm sure everyone heard too.

"You want that, don't you?"

I look up to see her looking at me with naked need written across her face. She bites her lower lip, and suddenly the angry Alex is gone, replaced by a woman I hardly recognize.

"Roll over," I growl.

"W-why?"

"Because I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going to need to use the pillow or everyone's going to hear you cumming on my cock over and over again."

Her mouth drops open at first, and then she smirks at me, a little of the old sassiness coming back.

"You talk a big game for someone whose cock isn't even out yet."

"Fair point. Why don't you fix that?"

I stand up from the bed and her eyes move to the bulge in my pants. She crawls over to me, bare ass moving back and forth as she does and her fingers have my pants down at my ankles in a matter of seconds.

"Oh fuck, maybe you do know what you're talking about," she chuckles as my erection comes free of my boxers, stiff and aching for her already. Her lips are hot on my skin as she tastes me, tongue swirling around the head of my cock and slowly sliding me into her mouth. I reach down to run my fingers through her hair as she starts to blow me, but my hands freeze in place when her motions become rougher, more urgent. Before I know it she's shoving my cock into her throat, looking up at me all the while. Suddenly I'm the one at risk of being overstimulated, and it's all I can do not to cum right then and there with my cock down her throat and those big brown eyes looking up at me, tears forming in their corners of them as she deepthroats me again and again.

"Still think you can handle me?" She purrs as she pulls away, wiping her chin.

"Fuck you," I growl, and she laughs with delight as I grab her hips and drag them toward me.

"Don't hold back then," she tells me, looking over her shoulder at me now as I line myself up with her entrance. "Prove what a good f--uuuuuck…"

Whatever she was about to say is lost in a long moan as I slide into her all at once, her needy pussy devouring my length and gripping it tightly, not wanting to let go. Pulling out of her is like leaving a warm embrace, and all my body wants is to feel it again.

So I do.

Over. And over. And over.

She grips the sheets as I fuck her deep and hard. This isn't making love, there's no tenderness here, not from either of us. She throws her hips back with just as much force as I drive mine forward with, daring me to stop just as I dare her to.

Neither of us gives an inch. My hands grip her waist, pulling her onto me.

"Fuck!" She screams again.

"Fuck!" I answer, shouting at the top of my lungs and not caring who hears it.

I feel her pussy getting tight again. I know she's close. The problem is, so am I, and I'll be damned if I cum before her.

The tight rosebud of her asshole winks at me as our bodies slam together again, and a sudden inspiration strikes. I run a finger across it, lightly at first, just to see what her reaction is.

Whatever I expected, it wasn't for her to slam back even harder. Her eyes widen as I put my thumb in her mouth.

"You're going to cum from this, aren't you?"

I feel her tongue slide across my finger as she nods.

I'm hardly even penetrating her with my thumb when her pussy clenches down hard on my cock and she buries her face in a pillow.

"OH FUUCK! GAAAABEEE!" The screams are muffled, but not that much. I slide the rest of my thumb in her up to the first knuckle as I finally win our battle of wills. I know I won't be much longer.

"Going to fill you up," I warn her, and she nods again, face still pressed against the pillow.

"DO IT! DO IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"YOU ASKED FOR IT!" I grunt as I cum, my balls clenching again and again as my seed floods into her. She cries out again and I collapse on top of her, both of us sweating and panting and worn out from both the fighting and the fucking.

I roll us onto our sides, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. We lay there like that for quite a while, neither one of us talking, both of us recovering from what we've just done. I can feel my cum inside her, warm and sticky on my cock.

"Hey," I say, softer now. "Do you still want me to sleep on the floor?" When she doesn't say anything, I lean over, taking a look at her face.

She's dead asleep.

I shake my head, chuckling softly to myself as I pull the duvet over the both of us.

In the morning I show up for breakfast to find Marcus looking anxious.

"Bro… are you ok? We heard the yelling and screaming last night– I almost called the cops! What the fuck did she do to you?" He pales a little as he looks past me and I turn to see Alex strolling down the hall, dressed now in her track outfit– a close-fitting shirt and a pair of shorts that somehow seem even tighter than the fishnets.

To my surprise, she walks up to me and takes my hand, pulling me away from Marcus, who looks like the world he thought he knew has all turned out to be a lie.

"We worked it out," I call back over my shoulder at him as Alex giggles, giving me a new look– one I haven't seen before on her. I'd almost call it affection.

"I hope you slept well," she murmurs as every eye in the room follows us out to the bus.

"I did, thanks."

"Good. Because when I come in first in my race today, I'm going to need someone to celebrate with…"