The Naughty Tease (Sorority Sins XXX) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  The Naughty Tease

  Sorority Sins XXX

  Sadie May

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  The Naughty Tutor

  Prologue

  My legs were spread wide as I perched on the railing in the stairwell, my back pressing against the cinderblock wall of the club.

  James was between my thighs, pressing his hard cock against my wet panties, grinding against me until we were both groaning. Adam was to his left. The tricky devil had already managed to undo my blouse and was sucking on one nipple as his free hand teased the other.

  The music was still playing overhead but it was just a matter of time before the current band came offstage and discovered us.

  Was it wrong that the thought of being discovered only made me hotter? I didn’t care. Right or wrong, I was far past caring.

  I fumbled with the fly of James’s jeans. I needed it and I needed it now. Adam too. Before this night was over I’d have them both inside me, the way I’d been dreaming about.

  Who said dreams never did come true?

  Whoever it was had never met me.

  “Morgan, wait,” James said, his hand moving over mine. “We should go somewhere for privacy.”

  I ignored him, too distracted by Adam’s mouth moved over my tits. My head dropped back in ecstasy as he used his teeth to lightly tease my nipple. My hips jerked forward, seeking the firmness of James’s cock for relief.

  “I don’t need privacy,” I said. “I need to be fucked by the two of you.”

  James looked stunned. “Holy shit, she’s serious.” He turned to look at Adam who was too busy with my breasts to take notice. “Dude, she wants to fuck us both.”

  Now he was getting it. It may have taken me a while to figure out just exactly what it was I needed, but now that I knew, there was no way I was walking away from my fantasies, not when they’d just come to life.

  I grabbed James by the edge of his pants and pulled him forward, releasing his cock as I did. “I told you from the start that I’d have my way with you, didn’t I?”

  He let out a short laugh of disbelief but by the way his eyes glazed over and he reached to pull down my panties, I knew I had him. There was no way he’d walk away from me now. Not again.

  Adam helped him with the panties and I ordered him to unfasten his pants too. Both of my men were going to get some tonight and I couldn’t wait. Because I would make out the best of all. I’d have my cake and eat it, too.

  James drove his cock into me in one hard thrust, filling me up and making me moan. I pulled back just long enough to grin up at him as I arched my hips to take him deeper. “Tell me, James, still think I’m a tease?”

  Chapter One

  Earlier that day….

  My housemates blamed it on senioritis and maybe that’s what it was—this insatiable need for more. Nothing was enough. I was the girl who had everything but I felt like I had nothing.

  Call me selfish, call me spoiled. I probably was. But that didn’t change the fact that I was suffering from a severe case of boredom.

  “What you need is a man.” My friend Missy was sitting at my vanity in her bra and panties, helping herself to my makeup while I lounged on my bed. We were hosting a party tonight, as usual. After that we were hosting one of the afterparties we’d become known for in our little secret club we’d created.

  I might have been a senior but I didn’t start the tradition. Some lovely woman many years ago had the bright idea that the girls of our sorority deserved better than one night stands with fraternity assholes who didn’t know how to work a clit. Whoever that fantastic woman was, she paved the way for all the girls of our sorority. She and her friends were the ones who created the underground sex club and they’d come up with the idea of videotaping the participants for mutually assured destruction.

  That meant that all the faculty members, local business owners, and anyone else we found worthy enough to invite was held to the same secrecy standards. If one of us went down, we all went down in a blaze of pussy-eating glory.

  A hidden door led to the rooms we liked to call the dungeon, though it really wasn’t scary. If anything, it was a safe haven. It was a place for the good girls of our sorority house to let loose and explore their sexuality, something which I’d done with abandon my first three years here.

  But now I was older, and though I may not have been any wiser, I was a hell of a lot more experienced. I’d long since learned to embrace my sexuality in our little club. I’d learned what I liked and didn’t like, mainly from older men with a wealth of experience under their belts, but also from my fellow housemates who were always up for a little experimentation.

  But this past semester I’d stopped sleeping around with random men. I figured out that what really turned me on during our private club nights was being watched. I also still enjoyed a good romp with my housemates. We’d turned gangbanging into a form of house bonding and it fucking rocked.

  I got off on teaching newbies how to pleasure themselves and nothing was hotter than watching a virgin have her first orgasm thanks to my wicked tongue skills. I’m not a total Mother Theresa. I got as good as I gave. Pretty sure every girl in this house has licked my pussy at one point or another.

  Maybe I took advantage of the perks of being an upperclassman. Sue me. I didn’t care and I never heard any of the freshmen complaining. Every one of those girls learned something during those experiences. Some of them learned how to pleasure another, while others learned what turned them on. And learning was what college was all about, right?

  Still, this was my final semester and the thought of heading down to another party just didn’t excite me the way it used to. I outright dreaded the first part of the night when I’d be expected to flirt with the dull frat boys from across the road. Then when that was over I’d watch my sisters get their kicks. They’d be getting up to all the sexual tricks I used to love—riding that strict professor until he begged for mercy, getting spanked by that tutor who reminded you of your best friend’s older brother. Basically, living out their wildest fantasies.

  But what happened when your wild fantasies were no longer a fantasy? What happened when you were bored with sex parties and orgies and living your raunchiest dreams?

  According to Missy, you got a man.

  I rolled my eyes. Getting a man had never been my issue. Not to brag, but I was hot. I may not have been classically pretty—my features were striking, that’s what guys always said when they wanted to get on my good side.

  But it was true. I had sharp, angular features that gave me an exotic allure. Add to that my wild tumble of dark curls and sexy curves and I had more sex appeal than most girls could dream of.

  So no, I never lacked for a man. Not when I wanted one. But I didn’t want one. None of our regular club visitors were doing it for me these days. And the thought of another faceless, random man sticking his cock in me just didn’t have the allure it used to.

  I tried to explain that to Missy and she turned around to face me with her jaw hanging open. “Oh my God.” She sounded so stunned, I felt like I missed something.

  “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

  Her
lips curved up in a silly grin and she let out a high-pitched giggle. “Oh my God, Morgan Feeny wants a boyfriend.”

  I gasped with outrage and shock and shot up from the bed. “No I don’t. What are you talking about?”

  Shit, she’d just insulted the hell out of me. Everyone knew I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t believe in them. I sure as hell didn’t believe in love—show me any evidence that the ridiculous gushy emotion was real and maybe I’d be convinced. I knew better. Orgasms were real, love was for gullible idiots. It was just hormones mixed with naïve emotions that led to a feeling of need that left a woman at the mercy of a man.

  Hell to the no. That wasn’t for me.

  Missy knew that better than anyone which was probably why she was laughing so hard at the very idea. She came to stand in front of me, a living, breathing Barbie doll with her blonde hair and perfect perky tits. “I’m serious. You don’t want the no-strings anymore, and that’s totally cool. But my guess is, our little Morgan is finally ready for a grown up sex life.” She leaned toward me and stood on tip toes so she was close to eye level. “And you know what that means?” she taunted. Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Relationship.”

  Little bitch. She knew how much I hated that word. To make her stop laughing, I reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her up against me so her breasts were pressed against mine. Clad only in her lacy underwear, Missy was the cause of wet dreams for every guy on campus. And right now she was biting her lip as she rubbed herself against me.

  I was wearing a thin robe and the friction had my nipples hardening against hers as my pussy grew wet.

  This was one of the best parts of living in a sorority house that embraced sexuality. All of us girls were always game for a good time.

  I leaned forward so my lips were close to hers. “Take it back, Missy, or I’m going to make you pay.”

  She moaned as she slipped her hands under my robe and found that I wasn’t wearing panties. Her deft little fingers slipped between my thighs. “I’m not taking it back, sweetie.” She turned a shit-eating grin up to me and dropped a kiss on my chin. “You’re gonna have to make me.”

  Oh this girl was gonna get it. And when she was begging me to finish, to make her come like only I could make her, then I’d get her to admit once and for all that Morgan Feeny did not do relationships.

  By the time the first of our frat boy guests arrived, I had her right where I wanted her.

  On her back. Her knees were in the air, her legs spread wide as she begged me to finish.

  I lifted my head from her pink pussy which was wet and slick from my mouth and her juices. “Say it.”

  Missy groaned and dropped her head back. “Just do it, Morgan. You know just how I like it.”

  I grinned. I did know. Missy and I had pledged the sorority at the same time and she and I had been making each other come since rush week.

  I leaned down and used my tongue to flick her clit making her whimper. “Say it and then I’ll finish.”

  She finally said the words as she gasped for air and arched her hips. “Fine. Morgan Feeny doesn’t need a man and she doesn’t want a relationship.”

  I slipped two fingers into her pussy, making her moan. “Good girl.” Then I lowered my head and sucked on her clit just the way she liked. Luckily one of the girls had turned on the music for our frat boy guests so they didn’t hear Missy’s shrieks as she came.

  Chapter Two

  “You’re miserable,” my friend Alison said to me a short time later.

  She and I were on the sidelines watching as one of the freshmen gave her professor a blow job in the middle of the room. This had always been my favorite part of the house’s after parties. Watching and being watched. I still got off on it but tonight it didn’t feel like enough. I’d typically take a turn stripping, at the very least, but I just didn’t have it in me.

  “Not miserable,” I corrected. “Just bored.”

  Alison rested her head on my shoulder. “Mmm, when she’s done with him, I’m gonna take a turn.”

  I patted her knee. “Haven’t you tired of that one yet? You’ve been screwing him silly every week.”

  She tipped her head back to look up at me. “More than once a week. He somehow got ahold of my schedule and now he’s been grabbing me on my way to class and fucking me in his empty classroom.”

  She laughed as my eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t he afraid he’s going to get caught?”

  She shook her head and leaned in closer as if letting in on a secret. “I think that’s what he likes best.” She gave me a wink. “I always figured you and him would have hit it off if you’d give him half a chance.”

  I shook my head. “I might like an audience but you know he’s not my type.”

  We both watched the professor in question as he gripped the freshman’s hair and guided her head up and down in his lap.

  Alison nodded. “Yeah, I figured he was way too straight-laced for you.”

  I grinned. “Am I that predictable?”

  Her snort of laughter was almost enough to distract the professor from his blow job. Almost. “Girl, you definitely have a type when it comes to men. And when it comes to getting off, your preferences are widely known.”

  I pursed my lips to the side. I supposed she had a point. I’d figured out what I liked and I’d stuck with it. Having my pussy eaten out by the new girls, stripping and masturbating for an audience, watching the other girls as they fucked their way through the college staff…. I supposed my preferences had become something of a rut. No wonder I was bored.

  Maybe it was time I did something different….or someone different. I’d been fucking the same people in the same ways for far too long. She was right, straightlaced had never worked for me. I rocked the good girl image myself but the good guy look did nothing for me. I’d always liked my men a little edgier. And trust me, edgy is not easy to find when you’re surrounded by frat guys and college professors.

  Maybe Missy was right, too. Maybe I did need a man—just not the ones I was used to seeing in our basement every week. A rush of excitement had me sitting up straight, suddenly oblivious to the moans and groans around me. While I did not agree with Missy’s assessment that I secretly wanted a relationship—please, I wasn’t that desperate—maybe she hadn’t been totally wrong.

  I was tired of pleasuring myself and needed something new and exciting to get my mojo back. I was ready for something different. Something outside the safety of our little club. This place was once my own personal Eden, a place where I could explore. The sex dungeon used to be my escape, my path to freedom, but tonight the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I’d hit the limits of what I could learn in that safe, cozy den. It was time to take the training wheels off. I was ready for more—for the real world, with real men.

  And I knew exactly where I would find the kind of man I was looking for. Even though I was staring at the professor with his cock in the newbie’s mouth, in my mind’s eye I was seeing the guy I’d been crushing on from afar for the past few weeks, ever since I saw him perform with his band.

  He was exactly the type of guy I wanted. Grungy, rough around the edges, sexy as hell…and judging by the gaggle of girls who came to watch him perform, my guess is he was an old pro when it came to one night stands.

  An exciting new guy without the danger of emotions. Shit, I was fucking psyched. Why hadn’t I thought of this before?

  “I think I’m going to get out of here,” I said suddenly.

  “Mm-hmm,” Alison murmured. I knew she was only half paying attention to me. Her gaze had locked with the professor’s and if looks could fuck, she’d have been on her back with her legs spread wide.

  I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving. I wouldn’t be great for morale if word got out that the house’s reigning sex queen had tired of her own party. Besides, I didn’t want company where I was going. I stuck out badly enough, but if I invited my sorority sisters? Forget it. Odds were the bounc
er wouldn’t even let me in the door.

  Luckily it was a bouncer I recognized and he let me in ahead of the long line. I heard some grumbles behind me as I entered, but fuck them. We hot girls have enough shit to put up with every day, if I have to put up with nasty catcalls on a daily basis, I sure as hell will take advantage when a bouncer lets me cut a line.

  Thanks to their strict bouncer, the club was full but not bursting at the seams, which it should have been given that it was a Friday night and the town’s best band was headlining. Or at least, I thought they were the best.

  But the singer…he was the best part of the band. He was sex personified. For the first time in a long time, I had a goal, and it wasn’t an easy home run like all my conquests down in the basement.

  This guy had throngs of female fans all willing to do his bidding. But I knew without a doubt that I could have him. I brushed a hand over my pleated skirt as I made my way through the crowd for a seat at the bar. I might’ve looked like a prudish schoolgirl, but he had no idea what lay beneath.

  I sidled up to the bar and caught the eye of the bartender. Jesus, it was my lucky night. My hottie singer was performing and the bartender was sexy as hell. I flashed him my most evocative smile. Tonight was going to be my night to get lucky. If I played cards, maybe I’d get a fuck from both hotties.

  There was still some time before my band came on stage. I wondered if I could convince the bartender to take a break. Maybe slip out into the back alley to fool around for a while. Get myself all wet and hot for the main act of the night.

  He caught my eye and I saw a flicker of a smile as he made his way over to my end of the bar. Leaning close so I could hear him over the music, he asked, “What can I get you?”

  “What are you offering?” I asked, leaning over a little as well so my V-neck sweater gaped, giving him an eyeful of cleavage.