"D! 'Sup man—" Cole greeted Danny as he walked through the front door of the frat house, "Lacey, hey!"
Danny and Lacey greeted him back, dodging fist bumps and grabbing for drinks instead.
"Hey Danny!" Archie made the move to walk toward him before picking up on Danny's personal space vibe.
"Archie." Danny nodded, holding up his drink up in an invisible cheers.
"Hey Lacey, Phoebe didn't tell me you were coming by—" Archie smiled, happy to see her.
"Oh! Did you talk to her?"
"I did, she's on her way here, actually. Hanging out, you know."
Archie's smile turned into a smirk, his eyes shooting over toward Danny, obviously saying a lot to him without speaking.
"Good for you, man." Danny smiled back politely.
Lacey had no idea what the weird energy was between them. She knew they had been stuck on the road together nonstop during their trip so she just chalked it up to regular brotherly annoyance.
"What's up Big D." Scott appeared behind them, raising his hand for a bro hug.
"Hey man." Danny gave another hands-off cheers with his beer, "Hey Lacey and I are going up." He tipped his chin toward the stairs and walked away from the guys.
"This is going to be more difficult than I thought." Lacey acknowledged.
"Word." Danny agreed before killing the beer he had been given in one go, "Upstairs." Danny said, eyes suddenly dark.
Lacey's heart pounded in her chest as she jogged up the stairs behind him. It had been two weeks since her daily bedroom routine with Danny had been interrupted, she was so ready for this.
They made it into a random bedroom, the two locked in a fiery dance as they stepped around each other, neither one of them wanting to break character in their newest kink together. The more they hovered and didn't touch the stronger their fire grew.
"Oh my god." Lacey breathed as Danny trapped her against a wall with only his will.
Danny bracketed Lacey's body with his arms, a hands-free jail that she never wanted to escape.
"You were right." Danny breathed back.
"Yeah? About what?" Lacey's eyes were all over his lips.
"We should have kissed before the garlic bread—" Danny said just before slamming his mouth against hers.
The jolt of passion and electricity between them was so huge, Lacey literally felt the shock waves rush through her. It wasn't just the familiar ache she felt between her legs, it was as if her whole body had woken up for the first time.
Danny broke the kiss first and pushed his forehead against hers, eyes closed, "God I've missed you."
"Aww, Danny—"
He touched her then, foreheads still together. He gently dragged his hands down the outside of her arms, curling his fingers in and brushing the back of them around the outer curve of Lacey's breasts.
Danny palmed her rib cage, opening his hands back up and circling them around her waist.
"I love touching you." Danny said, completely pining for her, in awe that he was going to be the only one who got to do this for a bit while they explored this new anti-freedom.
Lacey couldn't move, his touch was paralyzing. His hands were so warm, soft. Danny slid himself away from her and dragged his hands down her hips, around each thigh and down to the hem of her green dress. He slowly pulled the dress up and over her head.
"Your body is incredible, Lace." Danny said, fingers now digging under the microfiber straps of Lacey's nude thong.
He pulled up on the straps, the gentle tug tightening the pressure on her lower lips and making them bulge against the fabric. The sensation was like a tiny hug to her lower bits and Lacey had never felt anything like that before.
"I want you so bad—" Lacey said like there was nothing else she would ever want more than this.
He smiled at her then, love in his eyes, that was it.
Lacey pushed Danny back, sending him down and onto the bed. She reached for the button of his pants almost frantically and prayed her fingers would work as swiftly as her hormones were.
"Hey now, careful there—" Danny raised his eyebrows, worried about the zipper she was about to yank down near his precious cargo.
She slid his pants and boxers off, the perfect cock she knew so well curling back and laying against his belly.
"God Danny, take your fucking shirt off, this is taking too long—" Lacey complained.
"Yes, ma'am." Danny had his shirt off so fast it made her start laughing, "You're always laughing at me." Danny noted, pulling Lacey by her wrists to lay on his chest.
At this point, they both became aware of some familiar voices flooding through the wall behind their heads. It was Phoebe and Archie, and Phoebe was being fucked. Hard. Lacey licked her lips and stared back at Danny as they listened to her roommate and his teammate provide the soundtrack to their evening.
"Oh shit—" Lacey whispered, covering her mouth in disbelief.
Phoebe's moans were musical, genuine. Archie's responses were needy, thankful. They paired well together, their live-action lyrics strangely adding to the throbbing between Lacey's legs.
"Sounds like a match." Danny smiled.
The headboard in the adjoining room began to rhythmically beat against the wall, Phoebe's porn star moans coming out in perfect time.
Lacey took Danny's hand and placed it gently on the wall so he could feel the impacts of Archie's thrusts.
"Feel that?" She asked him, her eyes turning as dark as Danny's had been this whole time.
Danny nodded, "He is fucking her so hard—" His lips parted, beginning to pant.
Lacey nodded and sucked in her bottom lip. She climbed up, sliding Danny inside of her without any more fanfare. She began bouncing for him at the same pace and rhythm that Archie was currently using to drill her roommate.
Danny obeyed when Lacey moved his other hand to the wall, indicating she was fine with him enjoying the sounds and vibrations that they couldn't avoid. Little did Lacey know that Danny knew exactly what Phoebe was going through right now.
Danny closed his eyes, licking his lips to stop his sudden excessive saliva from drooling out of his mouth. His hands felt Archie's power while Lacey's body owned his cock, the combination making it incredibly difficult to control any other bodily function.
"That's so good, ride it, c'mon—" Danny begged her, the sound of Phoebe's voice adding a bit of excitement as he had zero experience with her.
"I'm already—damn—" Lacey's eyes rolled, her rhythm erratic.
As her hips slowed and Danny was sure she had banked the better part of her first finish, he flipped them and split her legs open. He buried his face in Lacey's sweet cunt, sucking her clit until it was swollen and ready for round two.
"Please, Danny—"
Lacey's head was now touching the shared wall, their neighbors sounds changing as well. She wanted more.
Danny crawled up Lacey's body, kissing and biting her flesh as he went. He reached her mouth like he had been walking in the desert for days and her lips were fresh water.
He sucked her mouth into his and kissed her deep, her essence, the garlic, their sloppy passion—all of it part of their best experience together so far.
"What now, Lace?" Danny licked her lips, bit her chin.
"Rough." Lacey requested softly.
Her buzz along with the sounds from the other room had kept her uninhibited. This whole situation was crazy, might as well stick to the kinks she never found in any of her other partners while she could.
"Up."
Danny reluctantly pulled himself off of Lacey's warm body and helped her up off the bed, pushing her against the cold, shared wall before entering her from behind.
"Mmph!" Lacey exhaled as he pinned her firmly to the wall.
Danny gently threaded his fingers through her hair and made a fist, adding just enough tension to stimulate her but not enough to cause her any real pain. He eased up even more when he recalled she had told him she didn't like that.
He pounded into her, Lacey's hips impacting the unforgiving wall over and over.
"How rough are we talking?" Danny muffled into her ear.
He sucked on her neck and bit her shoulder, his other hand stretched out flat on the wall as he impaled her.
Lacey whined, "Rougher."
"You sure about that?" He asked her seriously, his voice unintentionally heavy, still in character. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her.
"We're not touching after, make me remember this, Desai—"
"I'll make you remember." Danny promised, cocky as ever.
"Prove it, hot shot. It's been two weeks, you haven't shown me shit."
"Shit." Danny whined, mouth still by her ear. He loved this.
Lacey pushed her ass back, peeling Danny off the wall with her. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up to her neck before walking herself backward toward the bed. Danny took the hint and held her neck firmly, still cautious about this new kink.
He had choked girls before, but it required a huge level of trust and he wanted to feel that from her one hundred percent before pushing this further.
They fell backward onto the bed and Danny moved her hips sideways, her back and shoulders still flat on the bed. He pushed himself inside of her, still reveling in being able to just feel her with no worries about a condom.
Lacey reached up and held onto Danny's wrist, encouraging him to squeeze her neck tighter. He did. He could feel her swallow, see her smirk. He went a little tighter, leaning down and pressing a sloppy kiss to her lips before leaning his weight into her hips and working to bring her to the finish line again.
It was their turn for the headboard to slap the wall, the two beds now working into a rhythm and then back out again. A sound neither football player was a stranger to hearing. It wasn't a competition, but both couples knew they could hear each other now.
Danny chanced a smack to Lacey's ass with his free hand, eliciting a literal strangled moan from her.
"Again?" She asked softly.
Danny squeezed her neck tighter and slapped her ass, rubbing it after to dissipate the sting. He could feel her breath move through her throat and married his hands together around her neck briefly.
"Fuck—" Lacey whined and brought one of her hands between her legs to rub her clit.
Danny liked that, eyes glued to her hand. He leaned up and let go of her neck, turning her hips and opening her legs so he could watch.
"That's beautiful—" He grunted.
Danny knew the end was near for both of them, headboard now slamming the wall with solid, heavy thuds like Danny was rapidly chopping wood. He grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head with absolute fury, his grip too tight.
"YES—" Lacey said louder than she had ever said anything before with him in bed.
Danny laid his full weight between her legs and made sure his body had full contact with her clit as he penetrated her as far as she could take him. He rocked her over and over, his hands still dominating hers.
"I can't wait to see this—" Danny groaned in her ear, "I'm going to drain myself so deep inside you, I'll be spilling out of you for a week."
"I'm—oh shit—" Lacey's mouth opened and her eyes closed.
Danny could feel her lower body dance around him and that was it.
"That's it—" Danny nodded to her as he watched her move through it.
Danny let go of Lacey's hands and moved to rub her clit gently, leaning up so he could push himself inside of her all the way as he arrived at his own climax. He came hard, everything amplified and sensitive.
"Oh, that is—" Danny lost control, his head coming down to rest somewhere on her abdomen, his hips sputtering of their own accord, "Fuck, Lacey—"
"God, Danny."
"Just Danny's fine." He huffed as the last pulls of her spasming vagina milked his cock, "Feel good?" He asked, his cocky tone lacing his words.
Lacey smiled, eyes closed as she felt her second orgasm leave her.
"I didn't realize this kink would involve a touchless orgy."
"Just lucky I guess." Danny grinned, certain they both enjoyed that shit.
"The possibilities are endless really." Lacey realized as she ran through all the kinks they had been through so far and how many combinations they could still try.
Danny kissed down the channel between her breasts, "No one touches any of this until the next time, not even you." He had found the holy sex grail and he wasn't about to stop now.
"Not one finger—" She promised, "Same goes for you though."
"I'm yours."