All Chapters of Dorm Room Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

77 Chapters

Chapter 1- Moans Next Door

SAMANTHA’S POV“Yes! Fuck me harder!”The moan ripped through the thin wall like it belonged right next to my bed. I sat still with my book still open on my lap, heart beating rapidly against my ribs. Another groan followed, deep and male this time, then the steady thump of a headboard hitting the wall.“Oh shit, you’re so tight,” the guy growled.I squeezed my thighs together without thinking. Heat rushed between my legs, sudden and embarrassing. My nipples tightened under my thin tank top. I tried to focus on the words in front of me, some analysis of Jane Eyre, but the sounds kept coming. Wet, sloppy, rhythmic, and real.I pressed my palm against my stomach and breathed out slow. My roommate Angelina was out partying again, so it was just me and these damn walls. The girl next door cried out louder, begging for it, and my body answered with a throb I couldn’t ignore. My hand slid down before I could stop it, fingertips brushing the edge of my shorts.No. I snatched my hand back li

Chapter 2- Library Sparks

WESLEY’S POV“Damn, that girl has fire.”I watched Samantha storm down the library aisle, her curly hair bouncing with every angry step. My mouth still curved up even though she had just torn into me like I was nothing. Most girls smiled, flirted, or at least pretended to like me. But it wasn’t the same with her. She looked ready to slap me and then maybe kiss me right after.I leaned back against the table she had just cleared, arms crossed. My blood felt hotter than it should after a simple argument. That spark when our hands touched? Yeah, I felt it too. And the way her cheeks flushed when I got close? Priceless.“Adams, you coming or what?” my teammate, Jake, called from two tables over, packing up his notes. “Practice is early tomorrow, man.”“Yeah, give me a minute,” I muttered, still staring at the spot where Samantha disappeared.I grabbed my own bag and headed out into the damp Manchester night. Light rain hit my face as I crossed the path toward the sports block. But my head

Chapter 3- Coffee and Texts

SAMANTHA’S POV“I cannot believe he actually said that to me,” I burst out, slamming my bag onto my bed.Angelina looked up from painting her nails a bright red, one eyebrow raised. Her dyed red hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. “Who? And why do you look like you just ran a marathon in the rain?”“Wesley Adams.” I kicked off my wet shoes and flopped onto my chair. “The tall basketball guy. Arrogant as hell. He cornered me this morning near the lecture block after I barely slept because of the couple next door going at it like rabbits.”Angelina grinned wide. “Ooh… my… God! Spill the tea babes. Did he flirt? Please tell me he flirted.”“He asked me to dinner,” I said, still shocked. “After knocking my notes everywhere last night and basically calling me wound up. Then this morning he blocked my path, all wet from practice, shirt sticking to his chest, and just… asked me out like it was nothing.”My best friend squealed and clapped her hands. “Samantha Williams! Finally!

Chapter 4- Rainy Pursuit

WESLEY’S POV“Pass the ball, Adams! What the hell was that?”Coach’s shout echoed across the court as the ball flew out of bounds again. I wiped sweat from my face and jogged back into position, but my head wasn’t in the game. It was on Samantha. That text she sent last night telling me to stay away only made me want to get closer.Donald dribbled past me during the next play, smooth as always. “You good, man? You’ve been off since yesterday.”“Yeah, just tired,” I lied, stealing the ball back and driving to the basket. I dunked it hard. The rim rattled.Practice finally ended twenty minutes later. I grabbed my towel and headed for the lockers with the team. Donald fell into step beside me.“So about that Samantha girl,” he said, keeping his voice low. “I brought her coffee yesterday. She seems really focused on her work. Maybe you should ease up on her.”I stopped walking. “You brought her coffee? Nice move, Brook.”He shrugged with that easy smile on his face. “She looked stressed.

Chapter 5: Sparks in the Study Room

SAMANTHA’S POV“Let’s just get this over with,” I said, dropping my notebook on the table in study room B3.The small room felt too cramped already. Two other group members, Mia and Jordan, sat on one side scrolling through their phones. Donald gave me a reassuring nod from across the table. And then there was Wesley, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, legs stretched out, that cocky smirk already in place.“Relax, Samantha,” Wesley said slowly. “It’s just a project, not a life sentence.”I shot him a glare. “It’s thirty-five percent of our grade. Some of us actually need these marks to keep our scholarships.”Donald cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s start. The topic is ethical dilemmas in modern business. We need to pick a case study and prepare a twenty-minute presentation.”I opened my notebook, already filled with notes and possible cases. “I think we should go with the fast fashion industry. Lots of labour issues, environmental impact, and clear ethical problems

Chapter 6: Aftermath

Wesley POV“Fuck.”I stood there in the rain like an idiot, watching Samantha run away until she disappeared around the corner. My lips still burned from the kiss. My dick was half-hard just from the taste of her and the way she had grabbed my shirt like she wanted to rip it off.I ran a hand through my wet hair and cursed again. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like that. Not in the middle of a group project meeting with Donald right there.My phone buzzed. I pulled it out fast.Samantha: Don’t text me. That was a mistake.I typed back immediately.Me: Bullshit. You kissed me back. Meet me at my flat tonight. We need to talk properly.No reply. Ten minutes passed. Still nothing.I headed straight for the hostel area, ignoring the rain soaking through my clothes. When I reached her building I stopped outside. I couldn’t just knock on her door like a creep. Instead, I sent another message.Me: I’m outside your hostel. Come down. Five minutes. That’s all.Still nothing. I paced under

Chapter 7: Conflicting Signals

Samantha POV“I still can’t believe you kissed him back,” Angelina said, sitting cross-legged on her bed while I tried to read the same paragraph for the fifth time.I closed my book with a sigh. “I told you it was a mistake. The rain, the argument, everything just… happened. Now the group project is ten times more awkward.”Angelina grinned. “Awkward or exciting? Because from what you described, Wesley kissed you like he meant it.”A knock sounded on our door before I could reply.“Come in,” I called.Donald stepped inside, holding his laptop. “Hey, sorry to show up unannounced. The group chat went quiet, so I thought we could go over the presentation slides together before tomorrow’s meeting. If you’re free.”I sat up straighter. “That would be great actually. Thanks, Donald.”Angelina winked at me and grabbed her jacket. “I’ll leave you two to it. Got a Media seminar in thirty anyway. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”The door clicked shut behind her.Donald sat at my desk and open

Chapter 8: Interrupted Heat

Wesley POVMy lips were still on hers when her phone started ringing. Samantha pulled back fast, breathing hard, eyes wide with panic. She fumbled for her phone and stared at the screen.“It’s Donald,” she whispered.I didn’t move my hand from the shelf beside her head. “Don’t answer it.”She looked torn. Her lips were swollen from our kiss, cheeks flushed. Fuck, she looked beautiful like that. Confused. Turned on. Guilty.“I have to,” she said, stepping sideways out of my reach. She answered the call. “Hey, Donald.”I could hear his voice on the other end, calm and steady. “Hey. Just checking if you’re okay. You sounded stressed earlier when Wesley called. I’m back at my flat if you want to finish those slides.”Samantha glanced at me, guilt flashing across her face. “Yeah… I’m fine. I just stepped out for some air. The library.”There was a short pause. “Library, huh? Alone?”I smirked and moved closer again. She put a hand on my chest to stop me, but her fingers curled into my hood

Chapter 9: Late Night Cravings

Samantha’s POVI practically ran back to the hostel, my lips still tingling and my panties uncomfortably damp. What the hell was wrong with me? One minute I was trying to focus on my postcolonial lit essay, the next I was letting Wesley Adams press me against library shelves like some character in the spicy books I secretly read.My phone buzzed again. Donald.Donald: Everything alright? You went quiet after that call with Wesley.I typed back quickly as I climbed the stairs.Me: Yeah, just tired. Thanks for the slides. I’ll review them soon.Angelina was waiting when I opened our door. She sat on her bed in pyjamas, eating crisps straight from the packet.“Spill,” she said immediately. “You have that freshly kissed look again. Did you meet him?”I dropped my bag and collapsed onto my bed. “Yes. In the library stacks. We kissed. Again. And it was even better than in the rain. His leg was between mine and I… God, Angie, I told him I was getting wet. I’ve never said anything like that

Chapter 10: Caught in the Middle

“Donald? What are you doing here this late?” I yanked my hand out of my shorts so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood there in the middle of the room, face burning, body still throbbing from what I’d been doing. Donald shifted the folder in his hands, looking concerned. “Sorry, Samantha. I know it’s almost midnight but I realized I forgot to give you the updated reference list for the presentation. You sounded stressed earlier and I figured you might want it before the meeting tomorrow.” I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Oh. Thanks. That’s really thoughtful of you.” Before I could say anything else, Angelina appeared behind me, rubbing her eyes. “What’s all the noise? Donald? You good, babe?” “Yeah, just dropping this off,” Donald said, handing me the papers. His hazel eyes searched my face. “You sure you’re okay? You look… flushed.” I clutched the folder to my chest, my thighs still slick. “I’m fine. Just… tired fr

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