LOGINChapter 2Tyler pushes himself up from the floor, his shirt riding up to show the trail of hair below his navel. His eyes don't leave Jake's cock. "Dare," he says, and the word comes out scraped raw, like he's been gargling gravel. "I dare you to fuck Mia while she sucks my cock." A grin splits his face, lazy and dangerous. "Let's see how well you can focus when her mouth's wrapped around my cock."Mia's already moving before the words fully land. She's off the bed, dropping to her knees on the carpet, and the way she crawls toward Tyler with hips swaying and her shoulders low, It makes my spent cock twitch with something that isn't quite recovery yet. Her fingers hook into Tyler's waistband, nails dragging against his skin as she works his jeans down. He lifts his hips to help her, and his cock springs free, thick and flushed dark, already wet at the tip."Fuck," Jake breathes, and I can see him calculating, weighing the challenge. His hand stills on himself. "You're on."Mia doesn
Chapter 1 The dorm room smells like cheap takeout and the last desperate sprays of a vanilla-scented air freshener at least someone attempted to mask the stale beer and sweat from last weekend’s party. The single overhead light flickers just enough to make my temples throb, casting long shadows over the pile of textbooks, half-empty Red Bull cans, and a suspicious stain on the carpet that I really don’t want to examine too closely. Five of us are crammed in here….me, Jake, Tyler, Mia, and Liam, all sprawled across the twin bed, the desk chair, and the floor like we’re playing some kind of twisted game of Tetris. Mia’s the one who suggested it, of course. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed in a way that makes her tiny denim shorts ride up just enough to tease the curve of her ass. Her fingers tap against the neck of a half-empty bottle of peach schnapps, “Come on,” she purrs, her voice already slurring just a little, “we’ve got nothing better to do. Truth or da
Chapter 5The mattress dips beneath his weight, the springs groaning under the shift of his mass. He doesn’t move off me, not completely. Instead, he slides higher, his knees clamping tight around my thighs, pinning me to the damp, ruined sheets. My breath hitches, my lungs burning for air that won’t come easy with the weight of him pressing down. The silk scarf bites into my wrists, the knot tight and unyielding behind my back, forcing my shoulders back and thrusting my chest upward.Jason lowers his head, the heat of him radiating against my skin before he even touches me. His lips brush the sensitive shell of my ear, sending a violent shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold air conditioning."You look like a wreck step mother to," he whispers, the words a low rumble that vibrates through my skull. "But I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to wreck this tight little pussy until you can’t remember your own name, let alone Gerald’s."His fingers trail down my sides,
Chapter 4The mattress dips as Jason rolls off me, the sudden absence of his weight leaving me feeling cold and hollow. My body is a ruin of tremors and sweat, the aftershocks of what he just did to me still rippling through my muscles.I just lie there, face pressed into the damp pillow, listening to the harsh, ragged sound of his breathing matching my own. I expect the sound of a zipper, the shuffle of jeans, the door clicking shut. Instead, the silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until the rustle of fabric breaks it.I force my eyes open, blinking against the glare. Jason is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. He is reaching for the nightstand, and He pulls the drawer open and gets a long strip of fabric like silk, deep crimson, the one I usually use to tie back my curtains. My stomach clenches, a cold spike of dread driving through the haze of satiation. He turns then, and the look in his eyes isn't the wild, unleashed lust of a moment ago. It’s colde and calc
Chapter 3The mattress dips as Jason rolls off me, the sudden absence of his weight leaving me feeling cold and hollow. My body is a ruin of tremors and sweat, the aftershocks of what he just did to me still rippling through my muscles.I just lie there, face pressed into the damp pillow, listening to the harsh, ragged sound of his breathing matching my own. I expect the sound of a zipper, the shuffle of jeans, the door clicking shut. Instead, the silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until the rustle of fabric breaks it.I force my eyes open, blinking against the glare. Jason is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. He is reaching for the nightstand, and He pulls the drawer open and gets a long strip of fabric like silk, deep crimson, the one I usually use to tie back my curtains. My stomach clenches, a cold spike of dread driving through the haze of satiation. He turns then, and the look in his eyes isn't the wild, unleashed lust of a moment ago. It’s colde and calc
Chapter 2The aftershocks of that orgasm are still rippling through my muscles, leaving me a ragdoll on the mattress, unable to do anything but stare at the ceiling where the morning light cuts harshly across the plaster. I try to make my limbs move, to scramble away, to cover myself, but I feel paralyzed, trapped in the heavy, sticky humidity of what just happened.Jason doesn't look away. He looms there at the foot of the bed, a dark silhouette against the window, his gaze piercing through the post-orgasmic haze that shrouds my vision. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a slow, deliberate gesture, and I watch the glistening sheen of my own fluids smear across his knuckles. He doesn't say a word. He just reaches for his waist.The sound is deafening in the quiet room. Clink. The metal buckle of his belt hits the leather strap. Slide. The friction whispers through the air like a blade being drawn. Every movement is agonizingly slow, calculated to let the dread, and the s
Chapter 1My fingers tap restlessly against the steering wheel, my nails chipped and glossy with last night’s half-peeled manicure. I shouldn’t be driving. I know that. The whiskey burns in my stomach, sour and thick, and the last line I did back at the club still buzzes behind my eyes, making the
Chapter 2His fingers dig into my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care, my body is still humming from the way his mouth just ruined me against the hood of my car. The cool night air does nothing to sober me up, but the way his grip tightens, the way his breath hitches
Chapter 6Marco’s fingers dig deeper into my hips, his grip bruising as he slams into me with a grunt, his cock thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy. The wooden table creaks beneath us, the rough grain biting into my back as I arche, my cuffed wrists scraping against the edge. Enzo still has h
Chapter 7Marco doesn’t pull out right away. He stays buried inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his release pulses into me, his breath hot against my neck.“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Take every fucking drop.”I’m still trembling, my body oversensitive, my







