LOGINThe smart move would be telling him to stop. Throwing him out and pretending this never happened. Instead I watch his hands work his belt buckle and feel my pulse pound between my legs."On the bed." It's not a request."I don't take orders from you."He laughs, low and dark. "You just came screaming my name with my fingers inside you. I think we're past pretending you don't want this."He's right and I hate him for it. But I move to the bed anyway, sitting on the edge, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head. His body is unfairly perfect — lean muscle, defined abs, that V-cut disappearing into his jeans. I've imagined this so many times but the reality is worse because now I can't pretend it's just a fantasy."Lie back."I do it. I don't know why. Maybe because the orgasm made me compliant, or maybe because I've spent three years fighting this and I'm tired. I lie back on my narrow dorm bed and he kneels between my legs, pushing my t-shirt up to expose everything."Look at you."
The knock comes at 8 AM on a Saturday, which is already suspicious. When I open my door and find Lawson Cole leaning against the frame with that insufferable smirk, I know my entire day is ruined."What do you want?" I keep the door half-closed, blocking my body with it. Three years of hating this man has taught me to maintain barriers."Good morning to you too, Iris." He looks me up and down, taking in my oversized t-shirt and bare legs. "Rough night?""None of your business. Go away."I try to close the door. His hand shoots out and stops it."Actually," he says, his tone making my stomach drop, "I think last night is very much my business. Considering I heard every second of it."The blood drains from my face. No. No, no, no. He was supposed to be out. He's always out on Friday nights. I checked. I specifically checked before I—"I don't know what you're talking about.""Really?" He pushes the door open wider and I stumble back into my room. He follows, closing it behind him. "So t
I turn to face him and my mouth goes completely dry.He's stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest and stomach that look carved from marble. Every muscle is defined, his skin smooth and tan, and I want to run my tongue over every inch of him. His jeans are already open, his cock hard and thick and straining toward me, and I've never wanted anything more than I want him inside me right now."On your knees." He commands, and there's no question in his voice. Just certainty that I'll obey.I slide off the bed and kneel in front of him, looking up at his face while my hand wraps around his length. He groans, his head falling back, his hand coming to rest on top of my head."I've thought about this." I stroke him, watching his reaction, learning what makes him gasp. "Every single time I performed, I imagined you watching me. Imagined someone real instead of all those faceless usernames. I just didn't know you actually were.""Every show." His voice is strained, his hips rocking slightly i
His breath is hot against my inner thigh and I'm already shaking."Keep touching yourself." He murmurs, too quiet for the mic to pick up. "Keep putting on a show for your audience. I want to see how long you can pretend nothing's happening while I eat this pretty pussy."I slide my hand back between my legs with trembling fingers, trying to look natural for the camera while Theo's face hovers inches from where I'm wet and swollen and desperate for him. The chat is going wild, tips flooding in, comments scrolling too fast to read. They have no idea what's really happening."Thought I'd edge myself tonight." I tell the camera, fighting to keep my voice steady. "See how long I can last before I have to cum."Theo laughs against my thigh, a low rumble that vibrates through my skin and makes me whimper. Then his tongue touches my clit and I nearly scream.I disguise it as a moan, keeping my fingers moving like I'm the one doing this to myself. But it's him. His tongue drawing wet circles a
The knock on my door comes at the worst possible time.I'm standing in my bedroom wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching thong, my ring light already glowing, laptop open and ready on my desk. My cam show starts in ten minutes. I have regulars who tip well when I'm punctual, and I need every dollar to cover next semester's tuition. Grad school isn't cheap, and my parents think I'm working at a coffee shop.I grab a satin robe from the hook on my door and wrap it around myself before padding across my apartment. Probably a package delivery. Maybe my roommate forgot her keys again, though she's supposed to be at her boyfriend's place all night.I open the door and my heart stutters in my chest.It's Theo. My neighbor from 4B. The one I've been fantasizing about since he moved in six months ago. Tall with dark hair that falls across his forehead, a jaw that could cut glass, and a body that proves he spends serious time at the gym. I've seen him coming back from runs, sweaty and
His fingers find me soaked."Fuck." He breathes the word against my lips. "You're drenched. All this while your mother sleeps beside us?""All this from you touching me." I spread my legs wider. "I've been wet since you started rubbing my shoulders. Please. I need more."He slides two fingers inside me and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. He curls them, finding a spot that makes my whole body jolt."Right there?" He works that spot, watching my face."Yes. Oh god, yes, right there.""Quiet, baby." His thumb finds my clit. "You have to stay quiet."I nod, burying my face in his neck, muffling my moans against his skin while he fingers me. His wife is sleeping three feet away and he's knuckle-deep in his stepdaughter and I've never been this turned on in my entire life."I need you inside me." I'm panting against his throat. "Please. I need to feel you."He pulls his fingers out and I whine at the loss. He pushes his boxers down and I feel him hot and hard ag







