Knock knock, you guys rock. This chapter is inspired by the suggestion of FreeMe.

It was very interesting to write much of the following sex scenes in the same room as a pastor's wife.

"Beca, I think you're becoming a sex addict." Stacie said bluntly.

Beca turned from her computer, blushing. She had been day dreaming about Jesse when Stacie spoke. "What?" Embarrassment leaked into her tone.

"Sex addict. You." Stacie repeated. "You were just thinking about him, I can tell."

"What? No I wasn't." Beca couldn't lie for shit and she knew it.

"You're face is red. Don't lie to us." Chloe laughed.

Chloe, Stacie, and Amy were gathered in her dorm, stretched out in the tiny ass room as much as possible. Amy rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at her.

"I doubt you rabbits couldn't go a week without doing the do. Have you guys been keeping track of all the places you've christened?"

Beca spluttered as she looked around at the girls. Stacie began counting on her perfectly manicured fingers. "His room, this room, the bathroom at Hibachi's."

"The Treble bus." Chloe added.

"The Treble bathroom, the cabin from vacation, the desk at work." Amy rattled off.

They didn't even know about the movie theater, or the lake, or the car, or the— "Okay, so we're… active. That's not a bad thing. It's encouraged, actually." She said to Stacie pointedly.

"Oh no, we've got nothing against it. It's funny actually." Stacie said, hands up defensively. "But we had a wager with the boys."

"Oh god." The boys meant the Trebles and a bet with the Trebles meant nothing good. "What did you do?"

Chloe smirked. "We were just talking. When you and Jesse left early one evening and Bumper made some stupid joke about you two and it gave us an idea."

"And we said you guys would never be able to go a week without sex now that you've gotten used to it." Bumper explained.

Jesse's mouth hung open as he stared at them. "You what?" He cheeks burned red as he looked back and forth from Bumper to Donald.

"Yeah. Then Stacie said that you would cave first. Something like 'now he's got the V, he won't ever let go of it.'" Donald chimed in. "Now I love my boo, but I told her straight out that she was damn wrong."

"So we had a little wager." Bumper tilted his head. "You know how it is."

"You what?" Jesse repeated.

"We each put in five bucks, everyone who wanted to join, that is. The money goes to the winner's group. So don't cave. It's just a week."

"And what if neither of us cave?" Jesse asked stubbornly.

Bumper cackled until he was red in the face. "Yeah right. Have you guys even realized how many times you've fucked? How many places? It's getting a bit embarrassing."

Jesse looked around at the Trebles who were nodding and smirking at him. "How would you—"

"You guys also don't realize how vocal you are." Donald added. "And the loud music fools no one."

Jesse gaped in horror. He didn't expect anyone to be fooled, nor did he cover up their sex life, but he had no idea they were that obvious. "I need to talk to Beca about this."

"The Bellas have probably told her about it by now."

Jesse scrubbed at his face with his palm. "What even the fuck, guys?"

Barely five seconds later, Beca and a few trailing Bellas slammed through the door to the Treble house. "Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. Stop smiling." She pointed at a few Trebles in turn the last of whom dropped his grin like it burned him.

"Beca?" Jesse was surprised at her reaction.

"It's their fault I'm not going to have sex for a week." She fumed.

"You know, we don't have to do it." Jesse told her.

"Oh, we're taking the bet. My competitive streak won't allow anything else. And we're going to win, goddamn it. What are the rules?"

"No sex for a week. Nothing below the waist, dry humping included." Stacie stated immediately. "The money in the pot goes to the group winner. Don't try to lie to us. We'll know."

"And when we win?" Beca left no room for ifs.

"Then you'll get the money to spend however you want to." Bumper leered slightly.

"And bragging rights." Added Benji. He winked at them, and Jesse could tell he had not placed bets with the others. He nodded at him thankfully and Benji winked again and left the crowd for his room. Jesse smiled fondly after him. He was still the biggest nerd and a tad on the gawky side, but he had gained a lot of confidence from performing with the Trebles.

"Jesse, are you okay with this?" Beca asked him, drawing his attention back to the matter at hand.

"No, but I'll do it."He sighed. "When does this start?"

"Tomorrow sounds fair." Chloe said quickly before anyone else could get a word out. Beca looked like she might kiss the ginger.

"Thank god. Come on Jesse, we're going to make this day count." Beca grabbed him by the forearm and dragged him out of the room.

"Whipped." Bumper muttered.

"And loving it." Jesse called back.

Beca whirled around to face the group that seemed to huddle closer under her stare. "You have condemned yourselves to dealing with a horny and frustrated Beca for an entire week. And none of you are on my good side right now. Consider yourself warned." They went silent as she watched them.

"Your room okay?" Beca asked, starting for the stairs.

"Yeah." They skipped up to his room quickly. As Jesse shut the door, Beca made her way into the dim room and flipped up Jesse's laptop.

"I found a new mix. It's not mine."

While she pulled the window up, Jesse sent a text to Stacie, Chloe, Bumper, and Donald. I would vacate the premises. This is going to be very loud.

He set his phone down on his desk and walked up behind Beca. "Do you want to be slow and make it last," she asked, grinding back into him. "Or fast and as many times as possible?"

"God, don't make it slow." Jesse groaned, swiping her hair out of the way to suckle at her neck. Beca grinned, turning around and grabbing his face as Foo Fighters came over the speakers. Loudly. Lips, teeth, and tongue met and there was fire and ice and a tingling sensation that traveled south. Beca's eyes twitched and fluttered, her eyelashes tickling Jesse's cheeks.

Her hands snaked up his chest, dragging his shirt with them. She wiggled her hips to the beat as she knelt down in front of him. Pants gone, underwear caught around his ankles, Beca set her mouth against his legs. Biting and nipping his thighs, kissing her way down his happy trail. She mouthed at his erection, tongue gliding smoothly up to the tip. She looked at him with a smirk before she swallowed down. Jesse yelped as her throat convulsed around him and he grabbed her hair.

She pulled back. "Yeah, pull my hair."

The sound of her own low voice thrilled her and she slid down his length like wet silk, hot and prickling in her own skin. Jesse's grip tightened and he guided her mouth, pushing only gently, but enough that she panted with lust. She used her teeth to lightly scrape along his length and he hissed, and she pulled back, soothing over the area with her tongue in apology.

He tapped her cheek to let her know he was close. She sped up, swiveling her head slightly and creating a suction that made him moan and grip her hair even more tightly. She moaned around him as the tugging sent sparks and shivers down her spine all the way to her groin. She snuck a hand down her stomach to her pants, unbuttoning them and slipping her hand under her underwear, running fingers along her wet skin. Her breathing grew heavier and as if he could sense her pleasure, Jesse's stomach clenched and he held her still as he came in her mouth.

He pulled her off the floor, rubbing hands over her red knees before hitching her legs over his hips. She kissed him soundly while he moved them backwards until they fell with a flunk onto his bed. Beca watched him with half lidded eyes from his pillows while he pulled back and bent over to get rid of the pants still around his ankles. She checked his out ass unashamedly, admiring the muscles that clenched in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

The song changed to Led Zeppelin's Black Dog as he settled himself on the bed between her legs. He pulled her pants and underwear the rest of the way off her legs roughly, nearly ripping open her shirt to caress her breasts and belly. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down. He smirked at her before attacking her with his mouth. She arched her back sharply and let out a noise that was guttural and unrestrained. He smiled into her and pressed harder against her clit.

He went hard until she was panting and struggling to quell the movement of her hips, tongue moving faster than seemed possible. He squeezed her thigh in his large hand, making her stomach clench, a slow flame fanned into an inferno. She began to convulse slightly, breaths coming in short bursts when he slowed down. His tongue moved at half pace and his fingers ran soothingly over her thighs.

"Oh, fuck you." Beca said breathlessly. She dug her elbows into the bed, giving him a look that could kill. "If you don't go back to what you were doing, I will make you regret it."

The look on Jesse's face—partially cocky, partially frightened—was priceless. Beca let out a laugh and fell back into the pillows, relieved when he put his mouth back between her thighs and picked up his pace. Her smile fell off as she rapidly neared her peak, hurtling toward the edge willingly. And as she reached it, she didn't so much fall off the cliff so much as fling herself as far as she possibly could. She screamed in exhilaration and pleasure, breath stuttering out of her body, prickles and tingles sprouting across her skin.

She let her body melt into the bed for a few minutes while Jesse kissed and sucked marks into her thighs and along her hip bones, bruising her pale skin. Eventually, Beca lifted a limp hand and reached for the bedside table. She couldn't quite reach, so she wiggled sinuously until her fingers bumped into the smooth wood. Jesse chuckled as he watched her struggle, and she mock pouted in his general direction after she finally fished a condom out of the drawer.

She stalked her way back to him on all fours, barely noting yet another change in music. She plucked Jesse by the arms, half dragging him up higher on the bed and guiding him onto his back. He was already half hard again so she dropped the condom by his side and straddled him just beyond where he wanted her. She dragged her damp skin over his abdomen and leaned down to grab one of his nipples in her teeth.

He grunted in surprise, but made no protest as she tongued at his nipple, hand reaching up to splay at his ribs. His hand grabbed her waist, influencing her to start up a sensual roll against his taut stomach. She reached down to grab the condom that slid slightly under his side, sitting up to open it. She reached back with the intention of rolling it down his length behind her, but gave up after a few moments of fumbling. Jesse took it from her hands and did it himself, although he grunted in annoyance with the struggle of trying to put the condom on without actually looking.

Beca giggled at him as she met his sheepish eyes, then gave in and laughed without restraint, head thrown back, belly shaking, nose crinkled as she closed her eyes. She snickered as he made a small whoop of victory. He groaned and she looked down at him, lip between her teeth.

"You're so sexy when you laugh." His low voice sent another pulse down between her legs and she felt a flush spread across her face and chest. She wasn't embarrassed, though.

Jesse's hands returned to her hips and he pushed her down until she was rubbing right over his groin. Beca reached behind her to position him at her entrance, lifting up and sitting back down slowly. She savored the rush of prickles across her skin and the groan she pulled from Jesse. She ran her fingers along the V of his hips right below his stomach and he whimpered. She smiled as she let her hips rock tantalizingly slowly, not lifting up, just letting him settle deeper. Jesse was obviously not satisfied with these shallow thrusts, but he let her keep control. It was an unspoken agreement that they took turns calling the shots.

Beca swayed her hips side to side a few times before stilling, guiding Jesse's hands across her belly up to her breasts briefly, until he took the hint and continued the motion himself. She moved slowly, building speed as his hands met hers and they twined fingers. He held his arms up for her to use as leverage as she moved faster and harder.

The sound of their harsh breaths was loud; the sound of their meeting skin was louder.

Jesse held two of Beca's hand in one of his, moving his now free fingers to tease and press at her clit. It wasn't long until she was stuttering out an orgasm. She fell forward onto his chest for a few breaths before pushing herself up and rolling off of him. She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Now what?"

He manhandled her onto her stomach and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her legs were hanging over the side. Jesse loved this position, mostly for the great view of her ass. She supported her weight on her toes as Jesse lined himself up behind her and pushed back inside. She grunted at the sensation and his hands settled on her hips. She smiled to herself as his fingers tightened reflexively and she pressed her face into the blanket.

One of Jesse's hand slowly crept up her back to tangle in her hair, giving a firm tug so her head tilted. He leaned down and suckled her neck, chest plastered to her back, hips still. He nipped at her neck and straightened, setting a hard fast rhythm, fingers slipping down to tease Beca's clit. She grinned ferally at the spasms that shot through her with every sharp caress.

He didn't draw out the process, and soon Beca was chasing her third orgasm. She tightened her core and when Jesse faltered in response, she realized he was really close. She squeezed in time with his thrusts, delicious rolls of pleasure added to the burbling feeling she got listening to his noises of pleasure. He released with a loud, shuddering grunt and leaned on her like a table while he caught his breath.

"Did you…?" He asked, breathless as he tossed the tied condom in the trash.

"Yeah." She smiled at him, pulling him in the rough approximation of on the bed. "Now do that impression of a blanket I like."

He chuckled as he leaned on her, head tucked into her shoulder. They settled into a doze as the mix moved through a set of songs—both good and meh. When a particularly loud song woke them from the light snooze, Beca turned over and eyed him. "Ready to go again?"

The morning found two thoroughly fucked out college kids, hickey laden and sore. Jesse woke as the sounds of the Trebles floated up to them. He turned to Beca, "Want some breakfast?" He asked her hair, as her face was currently pressed into a pillow.

"No." Her voice was muffled. After a pulse of quiet confusion, she explained herself. "Maybe if I don't get up, this day won't happen and this dare won't exist."