Chapter 7 – The Stayover Prize

The bedroom was dim only the soft orange from the streetlamp outside sneaking through the thin curtains. Adeyemi’s bed was big enough for two to sleep comfortably, three if they didn’t mind getting tangled. Four was pushing it; someone would end up half on the floor. That was kind of the point tonight.

She lay in the middle on her back, legs spread, black silk slip pushed up around her waist. Chidi’s come still leaked slowly from her; Khalid had licked most of it away, but not everything. She glistened. Her chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths.

Khalid stood at the foot of the bed still hard, still leaking, eyes burning with that quiet, barely contained fury that comes from being made to wait.

“You won the right to stay,” she told him softly. “But winning doesn’t mean you get me all to yourself. Not yet.”

She crooked a finger at Tobi and Yusuf, who’d been hovering near the doorway like kids sent to the principal’s office.

“Come here. Kneel on either side of me.”

They climbed onto the mattress right away knees sinking in, cocks bobbing with every shift. Chidi stayed in the small armchair in the corner, arms crossed, jaw tight. He’d already come inside her once tonight. That should’ve been enough. It wasn’t.

Adeyemi reached out, wrapped one hand around Tobi’s shaft, the other around Yusuf’s. She stroked them slow lazy, almost distracted while she looked straight at Khalid.

“Fuck me now,” she said. “Slow. Deep. Make it last. And while you do, these two get to use my hands. Chidi watches. If anyone comes before I say anyone at all you all leave. Except the one who lasts longest. He gets to sleep beside me tonight.”

Khalid’s nostrils flared. He climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between her thighs, and pushed in without rushing. She was slick, open, ready. He sank to the hilt in one smooth glide and held there, letting her feel the stretch, the heat, the throb of him inside her.

Then he started moving long, deliberate strokes that dragged every ridge along her walls. Eyes locked on hers. No blinking.

Tobi groaned low when her fingers tightened around him. Yusuf’s hips jerked forward on their own. She kept the rhythm steady slow pumps that matched Khalid’s thrusts. Every time Khalid bottomed out, her thumbs brushed over their heads at the exact same moment.

Chidi shifted in the chair. His cock was hard again, untouched, straining. He looked like he wanted to break something. Probably Khalid.

“Jealous?” Adeyemi asked him without looking away from Khalid.

Chidi’s voice came out rough. “You let him stay. After I filled you first.”

“You came without permission the second time,” she reminded him. “That’s why you’re sitting there. Watch. Learn.”

Khalid’s pace didn’t change, but something dark flashed in his eyes at Chidi’s words. Triumph. Possession.

Adeyemi felt it the tiny shift in Khalid’s rhythm, the way he angled his hips to hit deeper, claiming more of her with every roll. She arched under him, let out a soft moan that made Tobi and Yusuf both twitch in her hands.

“Tell him,” she whispered to Khalid. “Tell Chidi how good I feel wrapped around you right now.”

Khalid’s voice came low, almost a growl.

“She’s dripping for me. Still full of you, but tighter now. Hotter. Like her body knows exactly who’s supposed to be here.”

Chidi’s fists clenched on the armrests.

Tobi cracked first.

“Miss, I mean Adeyemi” His voice broke. “I can’t I’m gonna”

She let go of him instantly.

“No.”

Tobi whimpered, hips bucking into nothing. A thick bead of pre-come welled at his tip and dripped onto her wrist. He didn’t come, but he was right on the edge shaking, flushed, miserable.

Yusuf lasted another minute teeth gritted, breathing through his nose before he rasped, “Please”

She released him too.

Both boys knelt there, cocks dark and throbbing, untouched now, chests heaving.

Khalid never slowed.

Adeyemi hooked her legs around his waist, pulled him deeper.

“Make me come,” she ordered. “Then you can finish. Inside. Deep.”

He shifted his angle short, grinding thrusts now, pubic bone pressing hard against her clit with every roll of his hips. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. The pressure built fast too fast after everything tonight.

She came with a sharp, startled cry back bowing off the mattress, walls clamping down so hard Khalid hissed through his teeth. He fucked her through it steady, relentless until the spasms slowed.

Then he buried himself to the root and let go.

Hot pulses flooded her deep, claiming, more than before. She felt every spurt, the way his cock kicked inside her as he emptied completely.

When he finally stilled, breathing ragged against her neck, she stroked his back once almost gently.

“Good boy,” she murmured. “You lasted.”

She looked at the others Tobi and Yusuf still kneeling, aching, denied; Chidi rigid with barely contained rage in the chair.

“You three,” she said softly, “get dressed. Quietly. Leave. No touching yourselves until tomorrow after class. If I find out any of you came tonight without me, the punishment will be worse.”

They moved like they’d been hit silent, humiliated, hard as stone.

Chidi was the last to leave. He paused in the doorway, eyes locked on where Khalid still lay half draped over her, softening inside her.

“Tomorrow,” he said quietly. “I’m not sitting out again.”

She smiled slow, dangerous.

“We’ll see.”

The front door clicked shut behind them.

Silence settled.

Khalid lifted his head, looked down at her.

“You enjoyed that,” he said. Not really a question.

She traced a finger along his jaw.

“I enjoy watching you all fight over scraps of me. It makes the winning taste sweeter.”

He kissed her then slow, possessive, nothing like the frantic need from earlier.

She let him.

They stayed tangled like that sticky, spent, breathing together until the street outside quieted and the fan’s hum was the only sound left.

He would sleep beside her tonight.

The others would dream of it.

And tomorrow at school, the tension would be thick enough to choke on.