INTERRUPTED HEAT PT 2

Jordan’s mouth was already between Ava’s thighs again. She flattened her tongue and dragged it slowly from Ava’s entrance up to her clit, tasting the salty-sweet of her arousal.

She sucked the swollen bud into her mouth, gentle at first, then harder, while her hands pushed Ava’s thighs wider apart. Ava’s fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white.

Jordan released her clit with a wet pop and moved higher. She kissed a trail up Ava’s stomach, then latched onto her left breast. Teeth grazed the nipple before she sucked it deep, tongue flicking the hard peak in quick, relentless strokes. Ava moaned loud, unrestrained, the sound echoing off the dorm walls.

“Fuck, Jordan…”

Jordan switched to the other nipple, biting down just enough to sting. Her hand slid down between Ava’s legs. Two fingers plunged straight into her soaked pussy, curling hard against the front wall.

“You’re dripping,” Jordan murmured against her breast. “So, fucking wet. This cunt’s been begging for attention all night.”

Ava’s hips rolled up to meet the thrusts. Jordan pumped faster, thumb circling her clit in tight, firm loops. The wet squelch of fingers sliding in and out filled the small room.

Jordan lifted her head, lips shiny, eyes locked on Ava’s flushed face.

“I hear you at night, you know,” she said, voice low and rough. “When you think I’m asleep. Those little gasps, the way the bed creaks when you’re rubbing your clit. You’ve been so much louder lately. Your libido’s through the roof.”

Ava’s breath hitched. “I… I didn’t know…”

“It turns me on,” Jordan continued, adding a third finger, stretching her wider. “Hearing you moan, knowing you’re touching yourself right there. Makes my pussy throb. I’ve been so fucking horny because of it.”

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers.

“And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.”

Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand.

Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

“Watch this,” Jordan said.

She switched it on, and pressed the tip against Ava’s clit first with light pressure, just enough to make her thighs shake.

Ava cried out. “Oh god…”

Jordan slid it lower, easing the curved head inside her. The ridges dragged against her walls as she pushed it deep, then angled it up to hit that sensitive spot.

Ava’s back arched. “Fuck! right there Jordan,”

Jordan worked the vibrator in slow, deep strokes, letting the vibrations pulse against Ava’s G-spot. Every few thrusts she pulled it almost all the way out, then slammed it back in.

“You’re gonna scream for me,” Jordan said. “But not yet. Don’t come yet, hold it.”

Ava’s hips bucked. “I can’t, I’m so close… I…”

Jordan pulled the vibrator out completely. Ava whined in frustration.

“Not yet.”

She pressed it back against Ava’s clit at high speed now. Ava’s legs started trembling violently.

“Please, Jordan, let me come please …”

Jordan slapped her pussy with her palm, right over the swollen folds. The wet smack echoed and Ava gasped, fresh slick dripping down her ass.

The sensation making her more horny, the pain being pleasurable.

“Beg harder.”

“Please, fuck, I need it. I can’t hold it…”

Jordan delivered another slap. This one harder than the first making Ava’s clit throb, and her pussy clench on nothing.

Jordan pushed the vibrator back inside, cranking the speed higher. She fucked her with it, fast, and relentless while her other hand pinched Ava’s nipple.

“Come on, baby. Let go, that pressure you are feeling build up. Give in to it.”

Ava’s whole body locked up. A broken sob tore from her throat, then it hit.

She screamed, loud, and raw as her pussy spasmed violently. A hot gush sprayed out around the vibrator, soaking Jordan’s wrist, the sheets, dripping down Ava’s thighs. Jordan kept thrusting through it, drawing out wave after wave until Ava was shaking, tears leaking from her eyes, overstimulated and wrecked.

Jordan finally switched the vibrator off and eased it out. A final trickle of cum followed.

Ava collapsed back, chest heaving. “I’ve… I’ve never come like that before. Holy shit.”

Jordan licked her lips, tasting Ava on them. “Good. Because we’re not done.”

She stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already swollen and glistening.

Jordan climbed onto the bed, straddling Ava’s face backward.

“Sixty-nine,” she said. “Eat me while I eat you.”

Ava didn’t hesitate. She gripped Jordan’s hips and pulled her down. Jordan’s pussy settled over her mouth, feeling hot, wet, tasting musky, and sweet. Ava licked eagerly, tongue sliding through the folds, flicking the clit.

Jordan moaned and dove back between Ava’s thighs. She sucked Ava’s clit hard while sliding two fingers inside her still-pulsing cunt.

They worked each other in a rhythm, tongues lapping, fingers pumping, moans muffled against wet flesh. The room smelled thickly of sex, sweat, and arousal.

Jordan came first, hips grinding down on Ava’s face, a low groan vibrating against Ava’s clit. Her pussy clenched and gushed, coating Ava’s chin and cheeks.

The taste pushed Ava over again. She cried out into Jordan’s folds, tongue still working as her own orgasm rolled through her, smaller this time, but sharp and sweet.

They didn’t stop. Jordan rolled them so they were side by side, legs tangled. She hooked one of Ava’s thighs over her hip.

“Let’s scissor,” she said.

Ava nodded eagerly.

Their pussies met, both wet, and hot with their clit sliding against each other. They rocked together, slow at first, then faster. The slick friction built quickly.

Ava’s hands gripped Jordan’s ass, pulling her closer. Jordan’s nails dug into Ava’s thigh.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Their moans grew louder, sounding raw, and unrestrained as their hips grinding harder, clits rubbing in tight circles. Sweat slicked their skin. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room.

Jordan’s breathing turned ragged. “I’m close, gonna come on your pussy—”

“Me too, fuck Jordan.”

They moved frantically now, moaning louder, almost shouting. The headboard banged against the wall.

The door opened.

Jordan’s basketball teammate, Marcus, stepped inside holding his phone.

“Yo, Jordan, you said come grab my knee brace, oh shit.”

He froze mid-step.

Jordan and Ava were locked together, legs scissored, hips grinding, pussies sliding wetly against each other, faces flushed, mouths open in mid-moan.

Marcus’s eyes went wide. His gym bag slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor with a thud.

Neither girl stopped moving right away.

Then Jordan looked over her shoulder, still rocking against Ava.

“Door’s open,” she said, voice breathy but calm. “Close it if you’re staying. Or leave.”

Marcus swallowed hard. His shorts were already tenting.

Ava’s eyes met his. She didn’t cover up. Instead, she rolled her hips harder against Jordan’s, a fresh moan spilling out.

Marcus kicked the door shut behind him.