Devils Dormitory

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The School Secret

The school day was finally over and everyone was attending their after school club or gang activities. Walking back to my dorm, I walked in to find it filled with the same group crowding the entire room. Including my bed. "Roomie, wanna do something fun~?" Desmond pulled me to sit on his lap. "I have a name, and it's not roomie." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say, Rylyn." He whispered in my ear seductively, trailing his hand up my inner thigh. Who knew he could be so hot. "They about to fuck down here!" One of his friends beside us yelled, everyone on the top bunk hung over the side to stare at us, one even climbed down the ladder to stare with a better view. "No, we're not." I huffed and frowned. "At least not yet." He laughed and turned me around so I was straddling his waist but laying on his chest.

"Are you seriously doing this now?" I mumbled, only loud enough for him to hear. "Chill, I won't go that far." He said, verbally unsure. He leaned towards me and initiated a kiss, his hands were on my hips steadily. I stuck out my tongue and he sucked and entwined with it. A random third hand was placed on my butt, shocking me. "What?" He asked impatiently. "Someone's hand is on my ass."

"Just ignore it." He then trailed tongue up my neck. I let out a sigh of pleasure. My neck is one of my weakest spots. He smiled at his achievement and licked, kissed, sucked, and bit on my neck. I could feel my lower half hardening against his already hard area. The third hand grew an extra two pairs, making it three unknown hands on my butt. "Fuck off you booty bandits." I unconsciously said to the three.

They only laughed and fondled, squeezed, and slapped my ass. "Seriously...FUCK OFF OR I'LL LET ONE RIP ON YOUR HANDS!" I spun around and hissed. "Wow. What's scary is I don't think he's close to joking." One of them said. Desmond just laughed hysterically and slid his hands down my waist, to my butt, then to the back of my thighs, swatting their hands in the process. "Hit me again and I'll suggest his name for the princess club."

The room went dead silent. "What's the princess club?" I asked Desmond with a laugh. "Nothing." He brushed it off and kissed me. I pushed him away and sat up. "Ry." He sighed, annoyed with my change in attitude. "What's the princess club?" I asked the guy next to me. "Can't tell you for free, so what can you do for me?" He sneered. Yeah, no. I just got up and walked to the kitchen. There stood Miles, shirtless like always.

"Miles, what's the princess club?" He coughed in his drink and stared at me like I was crazy. "Why, are you joining with your own free will? You've got balls. I knew you were a slut." He pulled me in by my waist. "What the fuck. are you talking about?" I groped his muscle. I need to get ripped like this. "Oh you don't know?" He lifted me up on the countertop, standing right in between my legs, our crotch touching. "No, that's why I'm asking, idiot."

"The only idiot is you because you don't even know how much trouble you can get yourself into asking that question to the wrong person." He leaned in and turned his head, he lifted my chin just enough for or lips to be a centimeter away from each other. He pressed our lips together, working his lips slowly. He ran his hands up my thighs, squeezing roughly every time he reached the top.

Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. My boner was standing strong and hot and I've never been more turned on in my life. Girlfriend who? He pulled my arms to rest around his neck. I held him close until there was no space between us. He grinded and nudged his boner against mine, causing me to moan against his lips. He pressed harder and I had to pull away from the kiss to release my moan.

"You left me so you could grind coochies with him?" Des stood in the doorway. "Or are you just stooping low enough to downgrade yourself to him for answers about the club." He angrily folded his arms like a girl. "Stop talking to me like that, it's not like you're my boyfriend, and it's not like we went all the way for you to become boyfriends anyway. This is why I like women." I pushed Myles lightly and hopped off the countertop.

"Sleep with me then." He had a sinister smile on his face. "I'm not fucking a guy!" My face went beat red. "You slept with Casey, what's the difference?" Myles added himself in our conversation. "He didn't put it in, I did so fuck off." I raised my voice at the both of them. "I just wanted to know what the club was about. Now I don't care." I attempted to walk past Desmond to go into the room so I could just take a nap instead but he grabbed me.

"What?" I looked him up and down. "Nothing, you just looked like you gained weight on your ass." He snickered. "Seriously?!" I ran out of the kitchen and into the room, into the closet, and straight to the body mirror. Was he serious or just joking because he got pissed off at me. I twisted and turned so I could look at my butt, turning so my butt faced the mirror. Clack. The closet door closed and there was Desmond.

"Why do you look so disappointed?" He walked closer to me slowly. "Do we have to be stuck in this small space, we have room out there, they all left." I complained. "So we can do it out there? Okay." He pulled me out and pulled me over to his bed and tossed me on it. "Woah, wait. It's a one way exit. Not tryna get any mud on your breadstick." I nervously laid stiff on his bed. He started laughing and tugged my sweats off anyway.