Root locked the door to her dorm room and headed down the hall to the common area, carrying her blanket under one arm. Every week, the RA, Zoe, hosted a screening of The Bachelor. Root had gone because she'd learned that Zoe was a fixer. She knew almost everything that happened on campus and Root wanted to be on her good side, maybe even become friendly. Root had been surprised to learn that there were other people like her on campus.
She'd started college because no one in the real world would take her seriously. She was only 19 and, online, no one knew or cared, but when she met with clients, they always thought she was playing a joke on them. On a college campus, she could pretend to be an intermediary with an older boss. Besides, rich frat boys always needed her services.
Her first couple of semesters, she'd hidden away in her room, only going to classes or on late night coffee runs. Then, she'd changed dorms and Zoe, her RA, had forced Root to interact with mandatory hall meetings and mixers. It was nice to be around people, even if most of them were obnoxious.
Root walked into the common room and froze. Normally, the couches and tv sat against the far wall and the rest of the room was empty except for a small table. Tonight, the empty space was filled by the hottest girl Root had ever seen in her life.
The girl was small, probably not even 5'6", but she was wonderfully muscular. Root watched defined back muscles ripple under her sports bra as she did pushups. The girl was almost naked, only covered by her bra and spandex shorts. Root felt light-headed and thanked a God she didn't believe in for this sweaty goddess.
The girl's dark hair was tied up in a knot, strands falling loosely around her face. Root wanted to tangle her hands into that hair. She wanted to wrap her legs around the girl's waist and drown in her smell. Who was this person?
She had to be here on a sports scholarship; no one looked that good for fun. Root had attended almost every sport at least once, though. Public events like that were great places to tag targets. She would remember seeing this muscular body before.
Licking her lips, Root tried to decide if she had the courage to say hello. She had literally strangled a man with her bare hands and washed his blood from her body, but the thought of talking to this girl was absolutely terrifying. What if she said the wrong thing? What if she accidentally told the girl she loved her?
Root steeled herself and nodded. She was going to talk to this girl. She would find out her name, become her friend, and then learn everything about her online. Just say hi, she told herself. Don't tell her you want to tie her to a bed and lick the sweat from each perfect ab.
Root took a step forward and the girl's dark eyes snapped up. Stumbling, Root flushed. The girl's face was threatening and Root knew instinctively that this girl could kill her in an instant and not even care. She sucked in a shaky breath and tried to smile, but the girl just stared blankly.
Her eyes ran down Root's body and Root suddenly remembered she was wearing her poodle pajamas, the tank top exposing her skinny arms. The beautiful, sweaty, muscular woman sat back on her heels and the corners of her lips turned up. Root watched her carefully, but the girl didn't laugh; she just met Root's eyes and raised an eyebrow. There might still be a chance.
"Root!" Zoe called from behind her. "Ready to watch The Bachelor?"
Root closed her eyes, not even waiting to see the girl's response. Girl's like that didn't watch The Bachelor. They watched…WWE. Root sighed, letting go of any hope she had. She was a super badass, hacking assassin, but she'd never done more than boring, one night hook-ups and she was starting to believe she'd never have the kind of sex she wanted.
"You ok?" Zoe asked. Root opened her eyes again and saw that Zoe had stepped between her and the girl. "Your face is really red."
"I'm fine," Root answered, turning towards the TV area. She started walking to the couches, Zoe trailing behind. "Is it just us tonight?"
"No," Zoe answered, walking around the couch and sitting down. She curled her legs under her. "You know these girls, though. They're always barely on time."
She patted the spot next to her. Smiling, Root walked over to her, dropping down in the center of the couch and pulling her legs up. Zoe turned the TV on as Root spread her blanket over herself. It was nice to spend time with other girls.
Root's…career was incredibly male-dominated. Clients, targets, competition – usually men. When she hung out with Zoe and with the other girls, she almost felt normal. She'd feel even more normal if she was dating someone. Unable to help herself, Root glanced over the back of the couch, but the muscular girl was gone.
Root heard laughter and a moment later almost twenty girls walked into the common area. Sighing, Root turned back to the TV. Any chance she had of kissing that miraculous work of art was gone. The gang of girls in pajamas flooded around the couch.
Root watched them settle onto the floor and the other couches. The spot to her right remained empty. No one wanted to sit next to her. A TV commercial for Victoria's Secret came on and Root looked away.
It wasn't that Root was sad about being a lesbian; she wouldn't like men even if she could. She got lonely sometimes, though. What was the point of making money and being free if she wasn't connected to anyone else?
At the very least, she wanted to kiss girls. Sometimes, she went out and hooked up with someone, but it was never enough. She wanted passion and pain and that muscular girl to make her scream.
"Is this seat taken?" a rough voice said from beside her.
A shiver ran down Root's spine at the husky sound and she turned to look at the owner. The girl from before stood at the end of the couch, one finger pointing at the empty seat next to Root. She'd changed, throwing on a black tank top and looser shorts.
Root shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ear. "No. Go ahead." Her voice sounded shaky and she flushed. She could cut a man's hand off with a steak knife, but the cool look on this girl's face made her heart pound.
The girl dropped down, her remade bun bouncing slightly. She pulled her legs onto the couch and her knee brushed Root's blanket. Root swallowed hard and turned back to the TV.
The show was starting, but Root couldn't focus on it. In front of her, the girls were talking amongst themselves, oblivious to how close Root and the new girl were sitting. Root felt like she was covered in goosebumps, but too warm at the same time. The girl hadn't moved her knee away.
Zoe leaned forward to look around Root. "Sameen, right? 416?"
The muscular girl nodded and root watched her jaw move from the corner of her eye. Sameen. Root loved it. She imagined saying it, tried to feel it on her tongue. That was a name begging to be whispered and gasped.
"I'm Zoe, the RA." She reached her hand across Root. "In case you forgot."
Sameen shook Zoe's hand briskly. She pulled her hand back and turned to Root expectantly.
"Uh," Root stuttered, "I'm Root. The student."
Sameen smirked and held her hand out again. It hovered in the air between them and Root took it carefully. Sameen's hand was hot and dry. The feel of her skin made Root's eyes flutter and her stomach tense. Sameen's palm was a little rough, like she worked with her hands, and Root couldn't help but imagine them running over her chest. Root wanted to pant, to squeeze Sameen's hand, to launch herself into Sameen's lap.
Instead, she pulled away, Sameen's grip barely loosening. When her hand was free, she shoved her arms under the blanket. Being this close to Sameen was making Root sweat, but she was so nervous, she'd rather sweat than let Sameen see her shaking.
Risking a glance at Sameen's face, Root choked. Sameen was staring at her mouth, her own lips parted slightly. Root wondered if Sameen moaned or gasped. Would Sameen's chest move with her sharp breaths? Root imagined digging her fingers into Sameen's sides, pressing her to the bed, listening to her deep, throaty groans.
Sameen's eyes flicked up to meet Root's and Root looked away quickly, turning back to the TV show she wasn't watching. She could feel Sameen's eyes on her face, dragging down her neck. The feeling disappeared. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sameen shift to face forward.
Root kicked herself, leaning back against the couch. Sameen was so obviously interested and Root had ruined it. Sameen was watching The Bachelor and sitting next to her and staring at Root's mouth and Root had just turned away. She took a slow breath thorough her nose and tried to plan her next move.
She had to do something to show Sameen she was interested in hooking up. She could brush their bare shoulders together or offer to share her blanket. A quick glance showed her that Sameen's arms were still sweaty. Root wanted to run her tongue up Sameen's arm and sink her teeth into her neck. Sameen would shove her away, push her to the floor and rip her shirt open. Root looked away again.
Alright. She was going to touch Sameen's shoulder with her own. She was going to lean over and touch Sameen's skin with her skin and then Sameen would know that Root wanted to kiss her. Root waited for her body to move, but nothing happened. She licked her lips. What if she leaned into Sameen and Sameen moved away?
Warm, sticky skin brushed against Root's shoulder and she tensed. Sameen had leaned towards her, their bare shoulders sliding against each other. Root felt her eyes widen and she stopped breathing. Her world had narrowed to their single point of contact and she didn't know what to do. She had never felt such an immediate physical reaction to someone before.
Sameen's lips brushed against Root's ear and Root could feel her toes curl. Sameen's rasping voice whispered in her ear, making Root's nostrils flare
"Can I share your blanket?" Sameen asked her quietly, a hand coming to rest on Root's thigh.
Root nodded, trying to breathe. "Yeah," she whispered.
She pulled the blanket out from under her leg and held it out, letting Sameen take it. Suddenly, it was much warmer under the blanket, Sameen's knee brushing against Root's leg. As Sameen adjusted herself, the blanket still raised in her hands, Root took the opportunity to look at Sameen's legs.
Sameen's legs were muscular, the kind of legs that could choke a man. Root wanted them wrapped around her head or over her shoulders. Root licked her lips again. She wanted Sameen to pick her up, use those strong legs to carry her across the room and throw her onto the bed. Root wanted to l bite her way from the tip of Sameen's toes to right between her legs.
She turned back to the TV and tried to watch a commercial for wireless speakers to distract herself. She could feel her pulse racing and ran her hands along her thighs to wipe them off. Sitting so close to Sameen was making her sweat everywhere. She wanted Sameen to lick her clean. It wasn't like she and Sameen could do anything in the middle of the common area.
Sameen's hand came back to rest on Root's thigh, this time under the blanket. She pushed Root's hand away, tightening her grip around Root's thigh. Sameen's hand felt like it was burning and a violent shiver shook Root's body.
Zoe leaned towards her. "Are you ok?"
Root tried to smile reassuringly. "Yup. It was just one of those weird shivers, you know?"
"I hate those," Zoe said, nodding. She leaned back in her seat. "I can't believe Rose said those things about Tonya. Isn't she crazy?"
"Totally," Root breathed. Sameen lightly scratched her nails against Root's thigh and even through her pajama pants, it was enough to make Root twitch. "Rose is definitely the villain of the season."
The commercials ended and Zoe's attention was diverted back to the TV. Sameen's hand on Root's leg was starting to drive her crazy. Her nails dug into Root's inner thigh and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. If just this little bit of contact was enough to make Root's mouth water, what would the real thing be like? She could imagine turning to putty in Sameen's hands, shaking and wet and willing. Sameen's hand slipped higher on her leg and Root gasped.
"Root?" Zoe asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"
Root shook her head, trying to smile reassuringly. "Nothing. I'm just-it's my stomach."
Zoe nodded, not entirely convinced. Her eyes flicked to Sameen, noticing that they were sharing a blanket. "Don't feel obligated to stay. You can always go."
"Thanks."
Root put her arms beneath the blanket, grabbing the wandering hand and tangling their fingers together. As much as she wanted Sameen, they were in the common area and Root didn't want to get expelled for public indecency.
Sameen's thumb traced over Root's hand, leaving trails of fire. Glancing at the clock, Root cursed silently. There was still almost an hour before the episode ended. She tried to think of an excuse that would let her leave and let Sameen follow. The girls in front of them laughed at something on TV.
Root squeezed her hand, fingers tightening around Sameen's. After a second, Sameen squeezed back.
"I don't feel good after all," Root said softly. She looked at Zoe, repeating herself louder. "I Don't feel well. I should go."
"That really sucks," Zoe said, frowning. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I'm ok," Root responded. She pulled her hand from Sameen's and stood, gathering her blanket in her arms. "I'll be in my room."
Zoe smiled sympathetically. "Well, feel better."
"Thanks," Root smiled. She glanced at Sameen from the corner of her eye. "Luckily, I'm on this floor. Just a couple doors down. 205. So…it's not too far."
Zoe chuckled, patting Root's arm. "I know what room you're in. Go get some rest."
Root laughed nervously and turned to walk passed Sameen. As she stepped carefully between the couch and a girl on the floor, she looked down. Sameen had crossed her arms, her eyes locked on the television, bare legs now exposed.
Had she not gotten the message? Root frowned, disappointed, her shoulders slumping. She'd ruined her chance by pulling away. Sameen had only been interested in teasing her or public sex. Great.
Just before Root left the seating area, Sameen's eyes snapped to hers. Sameen winked, her long eyelashes fluttering and Root grinned. Her heart raced as she hurried across the common area, her blanket clutched to her chest. It was on.
She walked down the hall to her room as fast as she dared, her stomach tense with anticipation. Her heart was racing and her fingers shook as she pulled her keys out of her pocket. After several tries, Root finally unlocked the door and pushed her way inside.
She looked around her single dorm in horror. It was a mess! When was the last time she'd cleaned? Root threw her blanket on the unmade bed and jumped over scattered computer parts to her window.
Throwing it open, Root breathed in the crisp Autumn air. If the sex was good enough tonight, Root would have to start keeping her room clean. She thought of Sameen's sweaty collarbone and shivered. It was going to be great.
Root remembered she was in a rush and gasped. Her room was so small that everything was within reach. She pulled open a desk drawer and started throwing in anything she could get her hands on, not bothering to organize it. Her computer parts and project pieces were usually fun, but right now they stood between her and the taste of Sameen on her tongue and that made them her enemies.
While she threw her things around the room, Root started imagining what she wanted to do to Sameen. She wanted to grab Sameen the moment she walked in the door, rip her shirt of and drop to her knees to lick the salt from her abs. She wanted to push Sameen down onto the bed and bite her thighs until she could taste blood. Root wanted to push her fingers into Sameen's hair and pull it until she screamed.
Root shoved the last of her laundry in the closet and shut the door. Turning around, she leaned back. She was sweating despite the cold air blowing in. Pushing her shirt up, Root ran her fingers over her stomach, her skin soft and sensitive.
Root wanted Sameen inside her. She wanted to watch Sameen's stomach clench as she thrust inside her, wanted to stare up at Sameen's dark, mysterious eyes as she came. Root's fingers dipped into her waistband and she swallowed hard. She had to get her strap-on ready.
Crossing the room in five long steps, Root opened the top drawer of her dresser. The strap-on was still in its box, hidden beneath her colorful underwear. She pulled the box out, grinning. She'd bought it on a whim when she'd started school, hoping that just by having it, she'd find someone to use it on her.
Tearing the box open, Root glanced at her door. Nothing yet, but Sameen would be here soon. She slid the dildo through the leather harness. The image of black leather against Sameen's tan skin made her shiver and she shut the drawer, throwing the box into the trash.
Her lube was already on her nightstand, so Root decided she'd leave the strap-on there. When it was time, she could just casually point to it. Root hopped up onto her bed, walking across it quickly and dropping the harness onto her nightstand.
She looked down at her poodle pajama pants. Should she change? A sharp knock on her door took the decision from her. Root ran her hands over her hair and walked across the bed to the entrance way. Instead of opening the door immediately, she hovered on the other side for a moment, trying to seem like she wasn't rushed.
Sameen knocked again and Root pulled the door open. Root noticed that Sameen's hair was down, making her look a little more feminine. She didn't look any less intimidating though. Root smiled, nervously pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Come in," she said, stepping back out of the way.
Walking passed Root, Sameen surveyed the room. Root was surprised at how short she was; Root was surprised at how short she was; on the floor doing push-ups Sameen seemed to take up so much more space? Root didn't mind though. She could probably bench press Root without straining herself.
Root's eyes dropped to Sameen's muscular shoulders and she licked her lips. Sameen, with her muscular shoulders and perfect butt and strong legs, was in her bedroom and Root had no idea how to start. She watched Sameen look around the room.
"Nice poster," Sameen said, gesturing to Root's poster of Angelina Jolie. "It's from that hacker movie, right?"
"Yeah," Root breathed. She clasped her hands behind her back. "I'm…pretty good with computers."
Sameen turned around to face Root, her mouth lifted into a slight smirk. "Yeah? That's cool."
"Is it?" Root asked. She closed her eyes. She sounded so dumb. She opened her eyes again and tried to sound confident. "I mean, it's ok. I make a living."
Slowly walking towards her, Sameen raised an eyebrow. "You're good enough to make money? You must be pretty smart. I'm more…physically inclined."
Root swallowed and stepped aside, out of Sameen's path. She had been so excited before, but now Sameen was in her room and so, so close to her. Sameen's eyes glinted dangerously and she started towards Root again, forcing her back against the desk.
"So," Root started, leaning back, "what's your major?"
Sameen shrugged, stopping a few steps from Root. "Haven't decided. General studies for now. You?"
"Computer Science. It's an easy degree."
Sameen grinned and suddenly Root felt like prey. Her legs felt weak and she wanted Sameen to close the distance between them and crush their mouths together. Root swallowed, reaching behind her to steady herself. She knocked something over, the bang loud in the silent room.
Root jumped and turned to the desk, straightening up her pencil holder. She didn't bother putting the pencils back in. Behind her, she could feel Sameen's eyes burrowing into her back and she shivered.
Root spun around, gesturing to the window. "Should I close this?"
Sameen just shrugged and moved to sit on the bed. Root decided to close the window. What if they got too loud and someone outside heard? Root had soundproofed the room, but nothing would block noise from going out an open window. The window pane slid shut quietly and Root looked back at Sameen.
When Root had been buying furniture for her room, she'd splurged and bought a queen sized bed. It was shoved into the corner, taking up most of the room. Sameen was sitting in the center, slowly untying her shoe laces. Root watched her toss one shoe off the bed and start on the other one.
They were really going to do this. Root still wasn't sure how to start, but she was committed. If Sameen didn't do something soon, then Root would just march over to the bed and climb on top of her. She'd just start it and they would go from there.
Sameen tossed the other shoe off the bed and pulled her socks off, throwing them aside, too. She looked more naked without her shoes and Root ran her eyes over Sameen's skin again, her toned arms and firm legs. Sameen wasn't sweating any more, but she probably still tasted salty. Root licked her lips, her mouth watering at the thought.
"Is that for me?"
Root's eyes snapped to Sameen's face. She was pointing at the strap-on on the nightstand, her eyes unreadable. Root crossed her arms in front of her, hands clasped around her shoulders. What if Sameen didn't want to wear it.
"I was thinking, uh, hoping that…" Root flushed. "I mean, if you want to wear it, you could – Um, if that's something that you…" Root trailed off, unsure of what to say. It was beginning to dawn on her that she didn't know Sameen at all and maybe asking a stranger to use a strap-on was a little presumptuous.
Sameen scooted to the edge of the bed and Root was sure she was going to get up and walk out. Instead, she just put her feet on the floor and patted the spot next to her.
"Sit down," Sameen ordered. "It's annoying to look up so high."
Root chuckled, pushing her hair behind her ears and crossing the room. She sat down, shoving her hands under her thighs. With her feet flat on the floor, her knees were inches higher than Sameen's. Their knees bumped together.
"Have you done this before?" Sameen asked, putting her hand on Root's knee.
Root nodded, turning her head to look at her. "Yeah, a few times."
Sameen watched her for a moment, but Root couldn't read the expression on her face. She seemed to pass the test though, and a second later, Sameen lifted her hand and put it on Root's cheek. It felt hot, and a little bit sweaty, and Root's eyes fluttered.
She wasn't sure if she leaned forward or if Sameen did, but suddenly they were kissing. Sameen's mouth was hot and insistent and Root could feel the heat pooling in her stomach. Fingers slid back into Root's hair and held her tight against Sameen's face.
Sameen groaned into Root's mouth and Root's hands flew to Sameen's waist. She adjusted herself, turning on the bed to face Sameen. Sliding her hands under Sameen's tanktop, Root let her hands brush over hard muscle and sweaty skin.
Sameen's hands wandered down, squeezing Root's butt. Her hips jerking forward, Root gasped, her wet mouth sliding against Sameen's. They'd just started and Root could already feel her heart jumping in her chest. This close, she could smell Sameen and she smelled like sweat and shampoo and something metallic.
Sameen's hands pulled Root's closer and she swung a leg over Sameen, straddling her lap. Sameen's hands found their way to the back of Root's head, holding her close and tangling in her hair. Their stomachs pressed together and Root moaned again, Sameen's fingers clenching at the sound.
Sameen's body felt so good against hers, hard and strong. Root's other hook ups hadn't been like this. No one else's smell and feel had her so crazy, made her so wet. Sameen bit her lip and Root felt light-headed. She'd only had a taste, but Root knew they had to do this more than once.
Sameen tugged Root's hair again and she wondered if Sameen liked it rough, too. She gave Sameen's hair a rough tug, grinning against her mouth when Sameen gasped.
"Do you like that?" Root asked, her voice breathy.
Sameen just nodded, her mouth slightly open. Root could feel her panting, her breath hot and her stomach pushing against Root's. It made her feel powerful to sit on top of this muscular woman and make her pant. Root kissed her again, tugging her hair and greedily drinking in her gasp. The sound was intoxicating and Root wanted more.
She moved a hand to grab Sameen's jaw and tilted it to the side to expose her neck. Root thought of the man whose throat she'd slit last week and wondered if Sameen had ever been in a fight. She nipped Sameen's sharp jaw, biting and sucking her way down Sameen's throat. Pressing her tongue to Sameen's jugular, Root could taste her jumping pulse.
Growling, Sameen pushed her away, immediately grabbing Root's tank top and pulling it up. The cloth caught on Root's bra as it slid up and Root lifted her hands, letting Sameen take it off and throw it across the room. A second later, Root's bra was gone, too.
The cold air in the room made her shiver and her already hard nipples tighten further, but Sameen's hot hands on her bare back made her sweat. Root licked her lips as she watched Sameen look her over, almost feeling her eyes touching her. She'd spent the last hour imagining Sameen and her hands and Root already felt like she could come.
Her body was quivering and when Sameen leaned forward and put her mouth on Root's chest, she almost cried. Sameen dragged her tongue up Root's chest, over the sensitive underside of her breast, and took a nipple into her mouth.
Gasping, Root dropped her hands behind her, fingers fumbling to find Sameen's knees. She pushed her chest forward, eyes clamped shut.
"Fuck," Root panted, her hips jerking forward on their own.
She didn't want to come yet. She wanted to make Sameen come first and then she wanted Sameen inside her with the strap-on. If she came now, she'd lose her chance.
Sameen's nails scrapped her back, leaving painful trails. The pain only turned Root on more and she hopped she'd have scratches in the morning, something to remember Sameen by. Sameen bit down, her teeth pulling Root's nipple and Root cried out, panting.
She wasn't going to hold out much longer and Sameen hadn't even really touched her yet. Root groaned in frustration; once she came that was it. All of her hook-ups had been so quick; one orgasm each and they were done. Root swallowed, feeling her body begin to heat up.
Pulling back, Sameen shifted slightly, making Root open her eyes. One arm wrapped around her back. She watched Sameen's other hand slide into the front of her pajamas and Root moaned loudly when Sameen's fingers touched her. Root was already so close and Sameen only had to rub for a second before Root came with a sharp groan.
Her body shuddered, Sameen's arm around her keeping her upright. After a moment, Root's muscles started to relax and Sameen pulled her hand out of Root's pants. Slowly, Root realized her head had dropped back and she lifted it, sucking in air. She pushed her hair from her face with shaking fingers.
"Sorry," she breathed, her heart racing. "I've never come so fast."
Sameen smirked. "That's what I'm here for."
"I wanted you to use the strap on." Root pouted, running her fingers over the strong shoulders in front of her. "I was looking forward to it."
"There's still time."
"What?" A spark of hope lit in Root's chest and stared down into almost-black eyes. "You mean – oh!"
Sameen tossed Root to the side, onto the bed and she barely had time to straighten out before Sameen's body covered hers. The back of her head pressed down into the pillows as Sameen straddled her hips. Their lips met again, falling into an increasingly familiar rhythm.
Sameen's tanktop had risen up in the move, and their bare stomachs pressed together, slick with sweat. The heat from Sameen's body made Root feel suffocated in the best way. She felt like she could burst into flames and die happy.
Root shifted her legs, opening them so Sameen could get even closer. There was still too much clothing between them and Root raised her hands to tug at Sameen's shirt. Instead of pulling it off, Sameen grabbed Root's hands, lifting them above Root's head and holding them down.
She squeezed Root's wrists painfully and Root hissed, her hips pushing against Sameen's. She'd been trapped before on jobs, but that had never excited her like this. Root wanted Sameen to tie her to the headboard and take control.
Root opened her eyes, she hadn't realized she closed them, and saw Sameen staring at her. She swallowed hard, pushing her chest up against Sameen's. Squirming, she pulled at her wrists, desperate to touch Sameen, but she couldn't break the tight grip.
Sameen's mouth trailed to the side, kissing along Root's jaw and moving to her ear. "Stay."
Root shuddered and nodded. God, she loved it when Sameen told her what to do. Sameen released pressure from Root's wrists, slowly, testing her. When Root stayed put, she let go fully and moved her hands down to Root's chest.
Her nails scratched across Root's breasts, down to her ribs and a moan escaped Root's lips. Her body was already starting to tense again. She lifted her head to look down her body and watch Sameen drag a tongue up her chest.
Shutting her eyes, Root laid her head back. If they did this again, Root might ask for a blindfold so she could just trace Sameen's journey over her body. Sameen's mouth drifted lower, biting Root's side under she whimpered, then licking the same spot.
The weight disappeared from Root and she opened her eyes, moving her arms down to push herself up. Sameen had moved herself down. She glanced up at Root once before hooking her fingers over the edge of her pajama pants and dragging them down.
Root lifted her hips to help and let Sameen pull off her pants and underwear in one go. It felt weird to be fully naked in front of someone who was dressed, but Sameen stared down at her with hungry eyes and Root couldn't bring herself to be upset. As Sameen settled between her legs, hooking her hands around Root's thighs, Root was just glad that she'd shaved the night before.
She watched Sameen look her over and once again felt like prey. Sameen leaned forward, her hot tongue slowly licking her over, and Root gasped, her stomach clenching. Sameen's mouth felt amazing and when she licked again, Root's eyes slammed shut.
Still holding herself up, Root let her head drop back. She tried to keep track of what Sameen was doing, but it all blurred together into pleasure and Root dropped back onto the bed. Her thighs twitched every time Sameen ran her tongue over sensitive spots.
Sameen's hands tightened around her thighs, holding her closer, and Root couldn't control her breathing anymore. She knew she probably sounded dumb, but Sameen's mouth between her legs felt so good. She wanted to watch, to burn this image into her head, just in case it was the last time.
Root pushed herself up again, her breath loud in her ears, and stared down the length of her body and Sameen. Tentatively, she reached one hand down, gripping Sameen's hair in her fist. Sameen moaned loudly against her and a shuddering moan slipped from Root's lips. Hearing Sameen enjoy herself was almost as good as what she was actually doing.
Root's body began to warm and she knew she was close to another orgasm. She laid back, keeping her hand in Sameen's hair. Running her other hand over her body, she squeezed her breast, her breathing speeding up as she got closer.
"I need-" Root swallowed hard. "Go inside."
Sameen let go of Root's thigh and pushed two fingers inside of her, her mouth still moving. Root could feel Sameen's eyes on her as she groaned and it only made her wetter. She licked her lips, squeezing her breast again. Sameen was so good at this and Root sent a prayer to however was listening.
She could feel the familiar pull at her stomach and she dropped back. Sameen pushed her fingers all the way inside her and Root came, a moan ripped from her throat, her whole body shaking. Back arching off the bed, Root's fist closed in Sameen's hair. She heard Sameen gasp into her and Root cried out again.
Her body started to relax, her muscles unclenching. Root sucked in a breath, letting go of Sameen's hair and dropping her arms to the side. Sameen lifted her head, her chin and cheeks wet. Root licked her lips, watching Sameen do the same. God, Sameen was already so hot, but as she wiped her hand over her face and stared down at her wet fingers, Root felt like she could melt.
Sameen locked eyes with Root, an eyebrow raising. Slowly, she opened her mouth and slid her fingers inside, sucking them clean. Root's heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat. Sameen didn't break eye contact as she tasted Root on her hands.
Root swallowed and started to shift, her damp skin sticking to the sheets as she sat up. The scratches on her back hurt as she pushed herself up, trying to get closer to the muscular goddess between her legs. Root was going to touch Sameen, sink her teeth into Sameen's thighs and fuck her until she screamed.
Her legs still around Sameen, Root scooted forward, reaching out to hold Sameen's face. She yanked her forward, crashing their mouths together, their teeth banging together painfully. She could taste herself on Sameen's tongue, hear Sameen sucking in air through her nose, feel Sameen's fingers digging into sensitive skin.
Root pulled away enough to speak. "I want to touch you."
She grabbed Sameen's hair, snapping her head back and exposing her throat. Root felt powerful; she could rip Sameen's skin open with her teeth, kill her where she sat. Sameen's throat worked as she swallowed.
Leaning forward, Root pressed her tongue to the small indent at the base of Sameen's neck, lapping up the sweat pooled there. She could feel Sameen shudder against her, a short gasp filling the air. Root licked her way up Sameen's neck, drinking in her moans and gasps.
Keeping one hand gripped in Sameen's hair, Root slipped the other under her tanktop. Sameen's abs were slick with sweat and Root groaned in anticipation. The first thing she'd wanted to do when she saw Sameen was lick her abs and she was so close. Root tried to pull away, but Sameen's hand flew up, trapping her.
Grinning against hot skin, Root moved her hand under Sameen's sports bra, squeezing her breast. Sameen's body jerked and Root did it again, loving the feeling of Sameen's chest pushing into her. It turned her on to know Sameen was as affected as she was.
Root traced her tongue along Sameen's jaw, trailing down her neck, biting her way to Sameen's strong shoulder. Above her, Sameen whimpered. Root sank her teeth into soft skin, slowly biting harder and harder, listening to Sameen above her, her rough breathing only broken by short, hard swallows.
Distracted, Root bit down too had, breaking skin and drawing blood. The taste was sharp in her mouth, and Root jerked back in surprise. Before she could blink, she was shoved across the bed, Sameen on top of her, her hands wrapped around Root's throat.
Root stared up at wild, black eyes and wondered for the first time if Sameen had been sent to kill her. Root had never seen her before, never noticed her around school, and Sameen was so hot, she definitely would have. This was the perfect way to kill Root – BDSM gone wrong. Sameen growled down at her, her hands twitching.
She wasn't applying enough pressure to stop Root's breathing, but her body was completely still except for the small twitching of her fingers. Root thought Sameen had seemed genuinely interested in her, really attracted to her. It must have been a trick. Root's heart sank and she felt like crying; of course someone like Sameen couldn't actually want her.
Sameen's hands disappeared around her neck and she was across the room in seconds. Root sat up quickly, a hand coming up to brush against her throat. She kept her eyes on Sameen, watching her pick up her shoes and socks briskly. Why hadn't Sameen killed her? She probably wouldn't get another chance.
Sameen stared at her from the doorway, licking her lips, still panting. Her neck and cheeks were red, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. She shook her head, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "Let's do this again some time."
Sameen pulled the door open and left the room. The door swung shut while Root sat in bed. Her body was still tingling from Sameen's mouth and Root wasn't sure what to do now. For a moment, Root had been sure she was going to die. That Sameen was an assassin sent by Root's enemies and she'd used sex to incapacitate Root.
Hope flickered in Root's chest. Sameen hadn't hurt her though. She hadn't let Root touch her, but she hadn't murdered Root either. Maybe Sameen wasn't sent to kill her. Maybe the bite had just been too much. Root wondered if the choking was a sex thing or a self-defensive thing. She was kind of hoping it was a sex thing.
'Let's do this again some time.'
Root dropped back down on the bed, staring up at her white ceiling. She ran a hand over her chest, down her stomach, and between her legs. That was the best sex she'd ever had in her life and it hadn't even been particularly different. Root was going to remember that for a long time, use it to fuel her fantasies.
Who was Sameen Shaw? Where had she come from? Root rolled out of bed, padding naked across her room to her computer. She need to do some research and see what she could find. Someone like Sameen would probably have an interesting history. Maybe she was really an assassin, but had decided to spare Root because she'd fallen madly in love. Maybe she was just athletic and a little kinky.
Opening her laptop, Root stood next to her chair and pulled up her normal searches. It would take a couple of hours for them to finish and she decided to take a shower in the meantime. She sighed, turning away from her computer and heading to her closet. Normally, she was ok with the communal showers down the hall, but right now, she just wanted to soak in a hot bath and memorize every second of their encounter. Root was going to find out who Sameen was and then she was going to figure out what to do with her.