Novels by Xyner

Mia hesitated only a second before leaning forward. She took the head into her mouth, tasting the salty precum. It was her first time doing this willingly. She bobbed her head, taking more of him, hand stroking the base. Jack groaned, guiding her gently at first, then deeper. She gagged slightly but pushed on, saliva dripping down her chin as she sucked him sloppily. “Fuck yes, just like that,” he praised, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled out with a wet pop. “I need to fuck you now.” He positioned her on the couch, on her back with legs spread wide. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slick folds, teasing her clit. Then he pushed in. Mia gasped at the stretch. It burned a little…her first time….but the fullness felt incredible. Inch by inch, he sank deeper until he was buried to the hilt. “Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then started moving. Slow, deep thrusts at first. The

Mia had always wanted to become a slut but she pretended to be her mother's good girl. That Evening, Mia’s phone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom. She opened the message from Julian, her boyfriend of nearly two years. She smiled and unlocked the notification. The words hit hard and fast. “Shit Mia. I can’t anymore. I just can’t stay with you anymore since you can’t give me sex. I quit.” Attached was a photo: Julian receiving a blowjob from Jess, Mia’s best friend. The image was clear, unmistakable. Mia’s eyes widened in shock. She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening. “Fuck. I hate you, Julian,” she groaned. Julian had been her first love, her first kiss, her first everything—except sex. They had fought about it repeatedly, always patching things up somehow. This time, he had ended it for good. And Jess, the same friend who constantly urged her to wait until marriage, had betrayed her in the worst way. Mia sobbed quietly for a few minutes, tears s

Lia wore the shortest skirt she owned and a tight black top with no bra, nipples hard against the fabric and no panties. The black SUV flashed its lights. She climbed in. Ethan was in the driver’s seat, Jax riding shotgun. “Look at this eager little cumrag,” Jax laughed, reaching back to shove two thick fingers straight into her soaked hole without warning. “Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?” Lia moaned shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. “Yes… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Ethan smirked in the rearview mirror. “Tonight we’re breaking you completely, whore. Two cocks are gonna ruin every hole until you can’t even walk straight.” They drove to the old equipment storage room behind the arena. The second the door slammed shut and locked, they were on her like animals. Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her s

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin. After her final lecture, she didn’t go back to her dorm. Instead, she headed toward the hockey arena like he’d commanded. The sun was already dipping low, casting long shadows across campus. Her heart raced as she approached the players’ entrance. A few teammates were leaving, laughing and shoving each other, but Ethan was nowhere in sight. She waited, biting her lip, until her phone buzzed. Ethan: Locker room. Her stomach flipped. She found the side entrance

Lia adjusted her thick black-rimmed glasses as she hurried down the nearly empty hallway of Westridge University. At twenty-one, she was still the classic nerd. Her pleated skirt brushed against her thighs, modest and knee-length, while her crisp white blouse was buttoned all the way up. She clutched her books to her chest like a shield. She had always been invisible to him. Ethan Kane, the hockey captain. He's Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just come off the ice, piercing green eyes, and a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts and soaked panties behind him. Lia had crushed on him since freshman orientation. She’d watched him from afar during games, imagining those strong hands on her body, that cocky smirk directed at her. And in her darkest, most private fantasies, she imagined him fucking her senseless until her legs gave out. Her bladder protested, forcing her toward the secluded restroom at the end of the old arts wing.

I watched the message like it was written in some language I couldn't understand“Did he just ask you on a date, Aurora?” Ela wiggled. She looked at me waiting for a response.“Maybe he just wants to study during weekends. thought he said three times a week.” I said, trying to hide the awkwardness in my voice. Was he really asking me on a date?The typical bubble showed up again.Professor Howard - There's this new Cafe outside school. Mind if we try it out?“Now this is definitely a date. Aurora!!! This is your chance to be with the sexiest professor in school” Ela’s voice was filled with excitement.“I'm not going. I'll just tell him I'm not free on Saturday.” I took my phone to type a reply when Ela grabbed it from my hand and sent a text.“Why did you do that Ela?” “Because I wouldn't be tolerating you sucking up about Ethan anymore. You should go out with him and you know talk a bit. I'm sure you're gonna love it” Ela nudged my hands and teased.This was actually getting complic

I sat on my bed staring at the dark fabric draped over my chair, Professor Howard’s cologne clinging to every thread. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the cafeteria incident, and the campus gossip group was still exploding. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with new notifications.I had three missed calls from Ela (who was currently in a morning lecture) and one very passive-aggressive text from an unknown number that I suspected was Selena.But the worst part? I had to return the jacket today.Our next tutoring session was scheduled for 4 PM sharp, and I had no choice but to face him again.I spent way too long picking an outfit….something professional but not trying too hard. Black jeans and a simple cream blouse. I brushed my hair until it shone, then immediately felt stupid for caring so much. This man had seen me naked. He had heard the sounds I made when…“Stop it, Aurora,” I muttered to myself, pressing my hands to my burning cheeks.By 3:50 PM, I was standing outside

I froze at the door. His words were ringing in my ears. “You remember?” I said rushing back towards him. “Miss Finland,” he said flatly. “Sit.” I dropped into the chair. My legs were already shaking. He stared at me for a long moment before speaking. “Yes, I remember that night. I’m not in the habit of forgetting the women who leave my hotel room without a word.” I winced. “Omg…. I'm so cooked….look, that night was the biggest mistake in my life and I was literally drunk. I didn’t know you’d end up here as my professor.” His jaw clenched. “And I didn’t know the girl who kissed me first at the bar was going to be in my Psychology class. Life doesn’t always give us convenient timing.” I bit my lip, nerves and curiosity mixing dangerously. “When I woke up… you were already at the shower. I didn't want to disturb.” "Disturb? I looked for you" he said." Look for me?" I was slightly surprised."Forget about that" “So… what now?” I asked quietly. “Now,” h

I groaned and threw a pillow at her. “You’re not helping.” Ela caught the pillow and laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of this room. You’ve been stressed since morning. Let's have fresh air around campus and grab ice cream.” I didn’t feel like going anywhere, but staying in the room replaying Professor Howard’s deep voice in my head felt worse. “Fine. But if we see anyone I don’t want to see, we’re turning back immediately.” We stepped out of the hostel fifteen minutes later. The evening sun was milder now, and a light breeze moved through the trees lining the pathway. For the first time since the morning’s shock, I felt my shoulders relax a little. We had barely walked ten minutes toward the central fountain when I froze. Ethan. He was leaning against a bench, laughing with a girl I recognized immediately …..Selena, one of the hottest and most popular girls on campus. She was in a tight crop top and denim shorts, her hand resting possessively on his chest. The same guy

“Aurora, breathe. You’re going to pass out if you keep doing that.” Ela grabbed my arm just outside the lecture hall, pulling me into a quiet corner near the staircase. I kept glancing back toward the door Professor Howard had disappeared through, half expecting him to come storming out and drag me away in front of everyone. “I can’t do this, Ela. That’s ‘him’. The same guy whose bed I ran away from like a thief. And now he’s my professor? What kind of sick joke is the universe playing on me?” My voice came out shaky. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “He said ‘Miss Finland, in my office now’ like he already owns my entire semester. I’m going to die. Like I'm so dead.” Ela cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to look at her. “Okay, listen to me. You are spiraling. Yes, this is insane. Yes, the odds are ridiculous. But panicking won’t help. Maybe he doesn’t even remember you. It was one drunk night in a random Texas hotel. Hot guys like

I thought my one-night stand with a stranger ended when I slipped out of that hotel room before sunrise. Turns out I was wrong. “Good morning, I’m Professor Howard and I’ll be taking you Psychology from now on.” Those were the only words I heard, and I forgot how to breathe. *** Two weeks earlier… “Finally, my back aches,” Ela exclaimed, dropping her suitcase beside the hotel bed. “Texas heat is no joke. You sure Ethan doesn’t know you’re coming?” I smiled, even though nerves were already twisting in my stomach. “Positive. I wanted to surprise him for his birthday. He said we'd celebrate when we get back to campus but I can't wait that long.” “Okay lovergirl, you better get going before it's too late.” I freshened up quickly, then took a cab to his house. I kept imagining his face when he opened the door…how he’d pull me into his arms, how we’d laugh about me sending him a video of me crying whenever I missed him. But when the door swung open, it wasn’t

The door creaked open and Mom stood there in her robe, her eyes wide with worry. She had clearly heard the raised voices from down the hall.“Why are you two fighting?” she asked, stepping into the room. Her gaze moved from Derek’s tense posture to my tear-streaked face. “I could hear you from the hallway. What’s going on?”Derek recovered first, as always. He stepped away from me, forcing a calm expression onto his face even though his hands were still clenched at his sides.“It’s nothing serious, Margaret,” he said smoothly, though his voice was strained. “Cassandra and I were just having a disagreement about her new relationship with Ryan. Things got a bit heated, but we’re working through it. Just a little misunderstanding between us.”Mom looked between us, her brow furrowed with concern. “A misunderstanding? It sounded quite serious. I heard raised voices.”I quickly wiped my tears and nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes, Mom. It’s fine now. Derek was just being protective, as u

The drive back from Sophie’s house on Sunday evening felt like walking toward my own execution.Every turn brought me closer to the house I both loved and feared. Sophie was still buzzing with excitement beside me, talking nonstop about how perfect Ryan and I looked together, how happy she was for me, and how this was “the best possible thing” after all the stress I’d been under.I smiled and nodded at the right moments, but inside, I was crumbling.I was now officially Ryan’s girlfriend.The silver necklace he had given me rested against my collarbone like a brand. Every time it moved, I felt its weight, a constant reminder of the choice I had made in a moment of panic and desperation. When Sophie finally pulled up in front of the house, my stomach twisted into knots. Mom’s car was parked in the driveway. Aunt Clara’s too. The lights were on inside. “Thanks for the weekend, Soph,” I said, hugging her tightly. “I really needed it.”“Anytime, babe. And text Ryan! He’s probably dying

The drive to Sophie’s house with her was filled with laughter and old memories, but my mind was miles away. Every kilometer we drove from the house felt like both relief and punishment. I kept glancing at my phone, half hoping Derek would text me, half terrified that he would.“You’ve been so quiet,” Sophie said, turning down the music as we neared her house. “Is it the older guy again? You look like someone broke your heart.”I forced a smile and looked out the window. “It’s complicated, Soph. Really complicated. I think I need this weekend to clear my head.”She reached over and squeezed my hand. “Well, that’s what best friends are for. No boys talk unless you want to. We’ll eat junk food, watch terrible movies, and talk about anything except guys.”I nodded, grateful for her. But the truth was, I couldn’t escape Derek even here. His words from last night kept echoing in my head: *I love you, Cassandra. I’m in love with you.*I wasn’t supposed to love him back.But I did.Sophie

The feeling felt very overwhelming. The feeling that I was now in love with Derek was hurting. I wasn't supposed to love him or feel anything. He was my stepdad and nothing else.*****I stayed quiet during breakfast, pushing my food around my plate. Derek sat across from me, his presence impossible to ignore. He hadn’t touched me since the night of my birthday. Not once.Mom noticed my silence. “Are you okay, sweetheart? You’ve been so quiet since I got back.”“I’m fine, Mom,” I lied, forcing a small smile. “Just tired from school resuming. Lots of assignments already.”Aunt Clara nodded sympathetically. “That’s normal, dear. You need to focus on your studies now.”Derek didn’t say anything. He simply watched me.The avoidance continued throughout the week.In the mornings, I left for campus early, telling Mom I was meeting Sophie for group study. In the evenings, I stayed late at the library or at Sophie’s house, making excuses about projects and upcoming tests. At home, I spent

The weekend came soon enough.Itwas my 20th birthday.The house was neatly decorated with soft fairy lights hung across the living room and backyard. Balloons in pastel pink and gold floated lazily near the ceiling. A long table groaned under the weight of food … small chops, fried rice, fried chicken, salads, and a beautiful three-tiered cake with my name written in elegant cursive. Derek had spared no expense.I had invited only a small group: Sophie, Ryan, two other close friends from campus, and a few neighbors.Derek looked devastating in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong forearmsSophie pulled me into a tight hug near the snack table. “Happy birthday, babe! This setup is insane. Derek really went all out for you.”“Yeah,” I said, forcing a bright smile. “He did.”Ryan approached a few minutes later, holding a neatly wrapped gift. “Happy birthday, Cass.” He pulled me into a warm hug, his hand lingering a second on my lower back. “You look

The morning light filtered through my curtains as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my blouse for the third time. My hands were trembling slightly. Ryan’s message from yesterday still burned in my mind.I replied yes.Derek had been furious when he saw the message, but after a long, tense conversation where I begged him to trust me, he had reluctantly agreed on the condition that I text him every hour.Downstairs, breakfast was already on the table.“Good morning, dear,” Aunt Clara said warmly when I entered. “You look beautiful today. Special occasion?”I forced a smile. “Just a normal school day, Aunt Clara. Thank you for breakfast.”Derek was already seated, looking sharp in a dark blue shirt. His eyes locked onto me After breakfast, Derek drove me to campus again. The car ride was silent at first. Then his hand found my thigh.“You’re really going to meet him?” he asked, voice low and tight.“I have to,” I whispered. “I can't say no?”Derek’s grip tightened. “If he to