The air in Rebecca’s cramped dorm room was thick with the sweet, pungent scent of whatever she’d just crushed up on the coffee table. She leaned back on the couch, her full lips curled into a smirk as she rolled a joint with practiced ease. "You sure you don’t want any?" she asked, flicking her dark eyes up at me. Her tank top was already riding up, the swell of her tits pressing against the thin fabric like they were begging to be set free.
I shook my head, watching as she licked the paper and sealed it. "Nah, I’m good. You’re gonna turn into a zombie if you keep hitting that shit so hard."
She laughed, the sound low and throaty, before sparking up. The first drag made her cough, but she waved me off when I reached for the water bottle. "Fuck, this is strong" she wheezed, exhaling smoke through a grin. Then her expression shifted—her pupils blew wide, her cheeks flushed pink. She blinked slowly, like she was trying to focus on me, but her gaze kept dropping to my lap. "John… you ever notice how big your hands are?"
I raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t the weed talking. Something was off. "Rebecca, what the hell did you actually take?"
She bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the hem of her tank top. "I dunno. Some pill Sarah gave me. Said it’d make the high better." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "But now I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you to fuck me."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. My dick twitched, already half-hard at the way she was looking at me—hungry, desperate. Rebecca wasn’t the type to play shy. She leaned forward, her tits nearly spilling out of her top as she dragged her nails up my thigh. "Tell me you want it too," she breathed. "Or are you gonna make me beg?"
Fuck. There was no way I was walking away from this.
Her place was empty—roommate gone for the weekend, thank god. The second the door clicked shut behind us, Rebecca was on me, her mouth crashing against mine like she’d been starving for it. Her tongue was hot, insistent, sliding against mine as her hands fumbled with my belt.
"Need you inside me," she gasped, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking slow, her thumb swiping over the precome already beading at the tip. "Fuck, you’re thick."
I groaned, my hands finding her waist, then sliding up to palm her tits through her top. She moaned into my mouth, arching into the touch. "More," she demanded, tearing her shirt off. Her bra followed, her heavy tits bouncing free, nipples hard and begging for attention. I didn’t hesitate—I bent my head and took one into my mouth, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her whimper.
"Goddamn, John—" Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me there as I switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment. She was grinding against me, her pussy hot even through her jeans. "I need you now."
I didn’t argue. One sharp tug and her jeans were on the floor, her panties right after. She was already wet, her folds glistening, and when I slid a finger inside her, she buckled with a cry. "Fuck, *yes*—"
"Bed. Now." My voice was rough, my cock aching.
She didn’t listen. Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her lips wrapping around the head of my dick before I could protest. The wet heat of her mouth was almost enough to make me come right then. She took me deep, her throat fluttering around the tip, her hands gripping my ass like she was trying to pull me even further in. "Shit, Rebecca—" My fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, her tits swaying with every movement.
But she didn’t let me finish. With a wet pop, she released me, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with need. "I want to ride you," she panted, pushing me back onto the couch. Before I could blink, she was straddling me, her pussy hovering over my cock. She sank down slow, inch by inch, her walls clenching around me like a vice. "Fuck, you fill me up," she gasped, rolling her hips, her tits bouncing with every movement.
I gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her, watching her face twist in pleasure. She was riding me, her nails digging into my shoulders, her moans filling the room. "Harder," she demanded. "I wanna feel you tomorrow."
I flipped her onto her back, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. "Yes—right there—" Her pussy was dripping, her walls fluttering around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I’m gonna—fuck—"
She came with a scream, her back arching off the couch, her pussy milking my cock so hard I couldn’t hold back. With a groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came, my release filling her as she clung to me, her body trembling.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then Rebecca let out a breathless laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. "Okay," she murmured, "So maybe Sarah’s pills aren’t total shit."
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah, but next time? Let’s stick to just the weed."
She grinned, wicked and satisfied. "No promises."