LOGINMy oiled hands are on Cassian’s lower back, his cock is getting hard against the mattress and I’m trying everything in my willpower to pretend I don’t notice.Let me rewind.The basketball team won tonight, and three of the starting frontcourt texted me at midnight to come to their hotel room immediately.I’m the team physiotherapist. I’ve been traveling with these men for three months, taping their ankles, icing their knees, keeping my hands professional and my eyes above the waistline while my brain does something very different.So when the text came through, I told myself I was going because it was my job. I packed my massage oil, wore tiny shorts and a sports bra. Because deep down, I’m a liar.What I didn’t expect when I arrive was all three of them in the room at once.Cassian — the power forward. Six-five, dark skin, and growls when he lifts. Isaiah — the small forward, pretty face and talks too much. And Kieran — the center. Six-seven. The biggest of the three. He barely says
Lena’s POVThe shower is big enough to contain both of us.The water is hot, and its steam fogs the glass door in under a minute. We step into the water naked, and I feel Cole’s body against my back, and his erection poking me.He suddenly presses me against the glass, my chest flat against the shower door, and my tits squashed against the foggy surface. My hands leave prints that streak through the condensation.His cock pushes between my thighs from behind, sliding through the wet heat of the shower water and my arousal that hasn’t stopped flowing since the kitchen counter.“Cole.” I moan against the warm glass. Water runs down my back and between us. “Please.”“Please what?” He grinds against me. His cock drags through my folds without entering my pussy, his chest against my back, and his mouth at my ear. “Tell me what you want. Say it clearly.”“Fuck me in here.” My breath fogs the glass, and handprints slide as I brace myself. “I don’t care how. I just need you inside me again. I
Lena’s POVHe ties my wrists to the headboard with rope he pulls from the bedside drawer like he’s been waiting three years for this exact fucking moment.The calmness in the way his lands loop and tighten the ropes makes my pussy clench. He takes his time, like he has all night to ruin me.“Too tight?” He slips one finger under the rope.“Not tight enough.”The corner of his mouth twitches.He pushes my legs back until my knees hit my shoulder. I’m folded open for him. Pinned. Helpless. He enters me slow and the angle from here is deeper than the counter was.His cock head presses against my cervix on the first stroke and a sound rips out of me so loud the trees outside probably heard it.“There’s nobody for miles.” He drives deep, hands gripping the backs of my thighs. “Scream all you want, Lena. The only person who hears you is me.”“You like hearing me.” I pull at the rope, wrists twisting. Every thrust jolts my body against the headboard. “You’ve been imagining the sounds I make?
Lena’s POVMy knees hit the cabin floor, and his cock is in front of my face. Any remaining pretense that this weekend was about cleaning evaporates like steam.He’s thick, the thickest cock I’ve seen, with a curve that makes my jaw ache before I even open my mouth. He grips the base and traces the tip across my bottom lip, painting it with pre-cum.“You had a taste of my mouth,” he says. “Now I want yours. Open.”I open. He pushes his cock into my mouth, and the stretch of him on my jaw is immediate. The taste of his skin floods my mouth, and my pussy throbs. I’ve been imagining this taste for three years, and reality is so much better.He doesn’t let me control the pace. His hand wraps in my hair, and he feeds himself into my mouth in slow, measured thrusts, each one going a little deeper. My gag reflex kicks at the halfway point, and he holds there, his cock lodged in my throat, watching tears pool in my eyes.“Relax your throat,” he says, pushing deeper. “You’ve been thinking abo
I’m bent over a counter, scrubbing a shelf I already cleaned ten minutes ago, trying to ignore the fact that my dad’s best friend is watching me.The cabin was my dad’s idea. His best friend, Cole, of twenty years has a place up north that needs cleaning before winter. I needed a weekend away from the city. I thought this would be a good idea. But Cole is forty-six, divorced, built like a man who chops his own wood with an axe.Every time I’ve seen him, my thighs press together. I’ve been attracted to Cole since I saw him pull his shirt off at a July party and my entire understanding of what older men could look like rearranged itself. ISince then. ’ve touched myself to the thought of my dad’s best friend, and the guilt has become part of the arousal.Now, I’m alone with him.He’s been putting me to work all morning, and saying “yes” to anything he tells me makes me wet for some reason. I’m bent over reaching the lower shelf, my shorts riding up, the hem barely covering anything, w
Sloane's POVIn less than a minute, the third orgasm crashes through me like a violent storm.I’m still impaled on Viktor’s thick cock, back pressed against his chest as he fucks me from below in his office chair. The vibrator buzzes mercilessly against my swollen clit while the silver clamps bite into my aching nipples.Viktor doesn’t stop. His hips keep driving up into me, grinding against that devastating spot deep inside while the pleasure compounds into something almost too intense to bear.My vision whites out. My thighs shake violently, and a sob escapes me.“You owed me another orgasm. Give me the last one, Sloane,” he growls against my ear, voice rough but still controlled.“I can’t— please, it’s too much,” I gasp, voice wrecked. My pussy is fluttering wildly around his thick cock, oversensitive and dripping everywhere.“You can,” he says, grinding deeper, harder. “And you will. Because this greedy little cunt belongs to me now.”He suddenly lifts me off his lap. His cock sli
Ria’s POVThey lift me onto the teacher's desk. My bare ass hits a stack of graded papers and I can feel the edges crinkling under me. Kade sweeps half of them onto the floor with his forearm, and they scatter across the tile like confetti.He doesn't give a single fuck about any student's midterm
Vivian’s POVThe water is warm from the July sun. He picks me up at the pool's edge and carries me in, my legs wrapping around his waist, and the water rises around our bodies as he wades into the shallow end.His cock is hard against my stomach and the warm water lapping between us feels like anot
Mara’s POVI’m on the living room couch. Garrett sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him and sink onto his cock and the stretch on my oversensitive pussy makes me gasp.I'm raw and swollen from the crop and the ice and squirting on the basement carpet, and every ridge of him dra
Mara’s POVThe basement stairs creak under three sets of feet. Garrett hits a switch and a warm lamp clicks on and what I see makes me stop breathing.A wooden frame with hooks at different heights. A padded bench. A hook in the ceiling with rope threaded through it. A drawer unit against the wall,







