Chapter 4 Behind the Door

Chloe

Daniel’s hand found mine again as the noise of the party continued to swell around us. Music thumped through the floorboards like a second heartbeat.

Someone shouted near the beer pong table, followed by a roar of laughter and cheering. The house had slipped fully into chaotic college-party mode—voices overlapping, bottles clinking, bass vibrating up through my shoes.

Daniel glanced toward the hallway, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.

“Come on,” he said quietly, voice low enough that only I could hear.

I tilted my head. “Where?”

He gave me that small, crooked grin that always made my stomach flip. “Let me show you my room.”

I laughed softly as he started guiding me through the crowded kitchen. “Is that everyone? Didn’t you say there was one more guy who lives here?”

“Yeah. Billy.” He glanced over his shoulder at me, eyes warm. “And Maya. They’re around here somewhere. You can meet them in the morning.”

I raised an eyebrow. “In the morning, huh?”

His smile widened, just a little wicked. “Yeah. When I cook you breakfast after you wake up in my bed.”

I slowed as we reached the hallway, heart already picking up speed. “That’s a little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?”

He opened the door at the end of the hall and stepped inside, turning back to face me. “I prefer the term hopeful.”

I laughed under my breath and followed him in.

The moment I crossed the threshold, he closed the door behind us.

And locked it.

I looked around slowly. The room was bigger than I’d expected. A large bed dominated the far wall, a desk sat neatly under the window, and his hockey gear was stacked tidily in the corner.

“It’s cleaner than I expected,” I teased.

Daniel leaned back against the door for a second, watching me. “Well… I may have had some motivation to clean up tonight.”

“Oh really?” I folded my arms, amused, and began a slow circuit of the room.

Behind me, the mattress creaked as Daniel sat on the edge of the bed.

When I finished my lazy exploration, I walked straight to him and stopped between his spread knees.

Without a word, his hands slid to my waist and pulled me gently onto his lap.

I settled against him with a soft laugh, one arm looping around his shoulders. He leaned in and kissed me—soft at first, familiar and comfortable.

But the second his hands tightened on my waist, the kiss shifted. It deepened, turning slower, hungrier.

His tongue traced my lower lip before slipping inside, tasting me like he couldn’t get enough.

When he finally pulled back, forehead resting against mine, his voice was rough. “I even washed the sheets.”

I smiled, breath already unsteady. “Did you now?”

Instead of answering, he kissed me again—deeper, heavier. His hand slid up my back as he guided me down onto the mattress, his body following until he hovered over me.

Daniel’s hand brushed along my side, then slipped under my skirt, fingers tracing teasingly up my inner thigh. When he reached my panties, he groaned against my lips—low and hungry.

“Fuck, Chloe… you’re already soaked.”

His fingers pushed the damp fabric aside and slid through my slick folds, circling my clit with just the right pressure. I gasped, hips twitching up into his touch. Two thick fingers pressed inside me without warning, curling immediately to stroke that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

“Oh god—” I gripped his hair, nails scraping his scalp as he pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, thumb working my swollen clit in tight circles.

“You like that?” he murmured against my neck, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this all night?”

“Yes,” I breathed, rocking against his hand. “Don’t stop—”

He worked me with expert precision, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, until my thighs trembled and pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly. Just as I teetered on the edge, he pulled his fingers free.

I whimpered at the loss.

“Get those clothes off,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding.

A rush of heat flooded through me. I loved when he took control like this.

I sat up just enough to peel my top over my head, then shimmied out of my skirt and soaked panties.

Daniel stood, stripping efficiently—shirt yanked off in one motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs, then his belt, jeans, and boxers hitting the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, tearing it open with his teeth.

I reached for him as he climbed back over me, rolling the latex down his impressive length with both hands, giving him a few slow strokes that made his hips jerk.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled.

He settled between my thighs, rubbing the thick head of his cock through my drenched folds—once, twice, teasing my clit until I was arching and whining.

Then he lined up and pushed in—slow, relentless, stretching me open inch by inch until he bottomed out, hips flush against mine.

I moaned loudly, the fullness overwhelming and perfect. “Daniel—”

He stayed buried deep for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing the same shaky air. “You feel so fucking good,” he rasped. “So tight.”

He pulled back almost all the way, then thrust in hard. The headboard knocked softly against the wall with the force of it. I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper.

Daniel set a punishing rhythm—deep, controlled strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. Each thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine. Sweat slicked our skin as the room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my breathless moans, and his low, guttural groans.

He shifted angles, grinding against my clit with every plunge, hitting that perfect spot until my vision blurred.

“Daniel—fuck—right there—”

“Come for me,” he demanded, voice rough against my ear. One hand slid between us, thumb circling my clit in firm strokes while he drove into me harder. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Chloe.”

The orgasm crashed over me without warning. I shattered hard, back arching off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as my walls clenched rhythmically around his thick length. Pleasure pulsed through me in waves, leaving me trembling and gasping his name.

Daniel followed right behind me. A few more deep, erratic thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, body tensing as he came with a low, broken groan, pulsing inside me as the condom filled.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and trembling. After a moment he carefully pulled out, disposed of the condom, then rolled us onto our sides. He pulled me tight against his chest, one arm banded around my waist while his other hand traced slow, soothing circles along my spine.

My body still buzzed with aftershocks. Pressed skin-to-skin, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow, I realized this moment felt like the start of something real.

Something that might change everything.