LOGINChapter 2The cardboard box sat on my bed like a heavy, beige anchor, the only thing in this half of the room that made sense. I stared at the open flaps, my fingers gripping the edge until they turned white. I needed to move. I needed to do something normal, something routine, to scrub the lingering sensation of Maya’s breath against my ear from my skin.I pulled a stack of textbooks out, Biochemistry, Anatomy, Organic Chemistry, and placed them on the desk, aligning the spines perfectly with the edge of the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm was soothing. It was the sound of order. It was the sound of the next four years going exactly according to plan.Behind me, the rustle of fabric was too loud, too deliberate.I didn’t turn around. I focused on lining up my highlighters in a color scheme, yellow, orange, pink, green. "God, it’s stifling in here," Maya’s voice drifted over, low and raspy, like smoke curling off a cigarette.I heard the distinct sound of a zipper sliding down, t
Chapter 1 The cardboard box in my arms feels heavier with every step up the concrete stairwell, the rough edges digging into my forearms. The air in the hallway is thick, It smells like floor wax, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of old radiators. I shift my weight, listening to the muffled thumps of bass from somewhere down the hall, the chaotic energy of move-in day vibrating through the walls. I adjust my glasses, pushing them up the bridge of my nose, and check the number on the door again. 304. This is it. The start of everything I’ve worked toward since high school.I take a breath, trying to quiet the flutter in my chest, and turn the handle. The door swings open with a creak, revealing a room that is already half-claimed. The left side is a explosion of organized chaos, posters of bands I don’t recognize tacked to the wall in haphazard collage, a tangled web of black chargers spilling across the desk like vines, and a comforter that looks like a dark, bruised purple.
Chapter 5I don’t let myself think. I surge forward, my hands finding her waist, pulling her up onto my lap. She’s burning, her skin slick with sweat, her body trembling as Liam fucks her from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of her with brutal, relentless strokes. Her arms wrap around my neck, her forehead pressing against mine, her breath hot and ragged against my lips. “Fuck, yes,” she gasps, and I can feel every jolt of Liam’s hips, every deep, punishing thrust, like it’s happening to me. My clothes are too tight, my clit throbbing, my body aching with the need to be filled, to be used just like she is.Liam’s grip on my hair tightens, his other hand slapping Mia’s ass hard enough to make her yelp. “That’s it,” he growls. “Let her see how much you love being a fucking slut for us.” Mia’s nails dig into my shoulders, her body clenching around him, her whimpers turning to broken sobs as she comes again, her pussy fluttering around his cock. I can feel it, the way her body
Chapter 4Liam’s fingers slide from my lips with a wet pop, leaving the taste of Mia’s arousal thick on my tongue. It’s sweet, musky, and undeniably hers. My throat works as I swallow, my pulse hammering between my thighs where my own fingers still press, slick and useless now that the real show is happening right in front of me. His smirk twists deeper as he watches me lick my lips, like he’s memorizing the way my breath hitches, the way my nipples tighten under my top. Then, without warning, his grip shifts from Mia’s neck to her hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave new marks.“On your hands and knees, slut,” he orders, voice rough as gravel. Mia doesn’t hesitate. Her legs buckle, knees hitting the sticky floor with a wet thud, palms slapping down to catch herself. The position forces her ass up, her back arching, her rumpled top riding up to expose the red handprints Jake left on her skin earlier. A shudder runs through her, her thighs trembling, not from fear, I real
Chapter 3My pulse still hammers in my throat, my own release still fresh between my thighs, but the second Liam’s fingers twitch against the armrest of that chair, every muscle in my body locks up. He’s been watching me. Not just watching…studying, like a wolf picking out the weakest deer in the herd. And now, his gaze flicks away, landing on Mia instead.She’s a mess. Still sprawled on the floor where Jake left her, thighs slick and trembling, her chin glistening with Tyler’s cum. Her breath comes in wet, ragged gasps, her fingers twitching against the carpet like she’s forgotten how to hold herself up. But when Liam stands, his cock slipping free from where it was half-hard against his thigh, her entire body jerks in response. She knows what’s coming before I do.He doesn’t hesitate.One step. Two. His bare feet silent against the carpet, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he closes the distance between them. Mia tries to push herself up, but her arms give out, sending her col
Chapter 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 3His free hand snaked around me, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, demanding circles. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a dark. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”The command sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, my walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped throu
Chapter 4I press my back against the cold metal of the janitor’s closet door, my breath already shallow, my pulse thrumming in my throat.Jordan doesn’t waste time. The second the door clicks shut behind us, his hands are on me, rough and demanding. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips,
Chapter 7Ava leads the way, her hips swaying with confidence. I follow, my skirt still hiked up from the out last railing, my thighs still l sticky with my juices. Jordan walks behind us, his cock already half-hard again; it’s probably the memory of my tight cunt and Ava’s commands fueling his hu
Chapter 3The warm evening breeze carried the scent of salt and jasmine as Jeremy’s fingers slowly lifted from my eyes. My lashes fluttered open, and for a heartbeat, I simply stood there, frozen. The beach had been transformed. Delicate strings of fairy lights crisscrossed above, giving a golden







