로그인Nora’s POVHe kisses me and the taste of myself on his tongue from where my spit coated his cock mixes with something darker underneath.I kiss him back because my body stopped consulting my brain some minutes ago.It’s not a gentle kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth, deep and wet, and I suck on it.Spit drips between our lips and runs down both our chins. He groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound. Our mouths are messy, and the kiss is as filthy as the blowjob I just gave him.He bites my bottom lip and pulls and the sting makes me gasp. He uses the opening to push his tongue deeper and I’m drooling into his mouth and he’s drooling into mine.His hands yank my t-shirt over my head. The cool library air hits my bare tits and my nipples harden instantly. His mouth instantly drops from my lips to my chest without missing a beat.He sucks my nipple into his mouth and the heat of his tongue circling the peak makes my back arch off the bookshelf. He sucks hard, pulling, then bites
Nora's POVA flashlight beam sweeps across the bookshelf six inches from my face, and the blood in my body goes cold.I’m crouched between two shelves in the back corner of the university library. The library closed at midnight. It is now 3 am.I’ve been doing this every finals week since sophomore year — hiding in the back stacks until they lock up, studying in the kind of silence you can’t get anywhere else on campus. I have never once been caught.Until tonight.The flashlight finds me. I throw my hand up to block the glare and squint into the beam. My jaw drops instantly.The man holding it is not the old security guard who usually patrols. That guy is sixty and already half-asleep by 1 am. This man is young, probably late twenties, and the first thing my brain registers is that his uniform shirt is tight across his shoulders and chest.He has dark hair, a face that belongs on a magazine cover, and eyes that are assessing me with an expression that is not friendly.“Library closed
Ruth’s POVThey find a rhythm that makes me forget my own name.Daniel thrusts up into my pussy from below in deep, rolling strokes while Rhett drives into my ass from behind in a counter-rhythm.Cole fucks my mouth in slow, measured strokes, his hand cupping the back of my head, while my fingers work Jace’s cock in tight, slick strokes beside me.The sensation of all four of them at the same time is something my body was not designed for and is handling anyway. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.My pussy skin is too tight. I can feel Daniel’s cock pressing against Rhett’s through the thin wall that separates my holes, and every time one of them thrusts deep, the pressure shifts against the other and I feel it everywhere .She’s shaking,” Cole pants, his cock sliding past my lips. “Look at her. The maid of honor is shaking on four cocks the night before her sister’s wedding. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever been part of.”“She can take more,” Daniel says from below me, his e
Ruth’s POVDaniel pushes back inside me, and my pussy swallows his cock like it’s been starving.My back hits the mattress and his hips snap forward. The moan that leaves my mouth is loud enough that Cole clamps his hand over my lips from beside the bed.“Careful, gorgeous,” Cole says, grinning down at me while Daniel fucks me into the mattress. “Your sister’s a light sleeper when she’s hungover.”I should care, but Daniel’s cock is hitting a spot that’s turning my brain to static, and caring about anything other than the next thrust is physically impossible.He hooks my legs over his shoulders and folds me in half and drives deeper. My eyes roll so far back I see the inside of my own skull.Cole moves to my head and feeds me his cock across the pillow, and I take him because my mouth is empty and I don’t want any part of me empty right now.I’m being spitroasted on the groomsmen’s bed with my sister’s snoring coming through the wall, while my hands are searching for something to hold
Ruth’s POVDaniel’s cock pushes past my lips and the weight of him on my tongue is the answer to two years of questions I was too ashamed to ask out loud.He feels thicker than I imagined. The head is smooth and hot and leaking salt onto my tongue as he slides deeper, his hand fisted in my hair, guiding my head at his pace. My jaw stretches around him and I hollow my cheeks and suck.He lets out a groan.“Fuck, Ruth,” he breathes, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself deeper until the tip nudges the back of my throat. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this? Your mouth on me?”I gag around him and spit floods my mouth and drips down my chin. I don’t pull out because the sound he makes when my throat tightens around him is worth every second of breathlessness. My eyes water and I look up at him through wet lashes and the expression on his face — jaw tight, eyes half-closed, the composed man crumbling — sends a throb through my pussy so hard I squeeze my thighs together o
Ruth's POVMy sister is passed out drunk in the next room and I'm standing in the doorway of her fiancé's bedroom because I want to fuck him.The pre-wedding party ended an hour ago. Adrienne — my younger sister, the bride — drank herself into a champagne coma by eleven and her bridesmaids dragged her to bed. I should be in there with her, watching her and being a good maid of honor. Instead, I'm in the hallway, staring at Daniel Kerr through an open door.My feet are carrying me toward him like they've been rehearsing this walk for two years.I noticed him before she did at ahouse party, two years ago. Chestnut brown hair, gray eyes, a jaw that made me forget my own name from across the room. I was walking toward him when Adrienne slid past me, and wrapped around his arm. By the time I reached the spot, she was already giving him her number.Six months ago, I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. The bathroom door at Adrienne's apartment, not fully closed, and Daniel stepping out o







