9

I woke up sore. Not just tired but used. In the best way.

My thighs ached. My clit throbbed. My nipples were still raw from too much attention. I stretched under the covers and winced when the sheet dragged across my chest.

Danika was sprawled naked across her bed, one leg hanging off the side, one hand still cupped lazily around her tit.

A vibrator sat between her thighs, still slick, still humming low like it didn't know the party was over.

I laughed softly. "You slept with that thing on?"

She didn't even stir.

I sat up and rubbed the back of my neck. My whole body felt like it had been licked, fucked, and loved. It probably had.

I'd never had friends like this. Never let anyone touch me like that, much less three girls I barely knew but they made it feel easy, safe and fucking hot.

Danika was wild, but she was cool. Honest. The kind of girl who didn't fake anything. I liked that.

And for once, I wasn't thinking about him.

Chance Black.

I'd finally shut him out of my head. Maybe I didn't need to fantasize about someone who looked through me like a stranger.

I reached for my phone and opened my class schedule.

Literature & Power - 10:30 AM. Prof. Chance Black.

"Great," I muttered.

I got up, grabbed a towel, and dragged myself into the bathroom.

The shower hit me hard. I leaned into it, letting the water run over my body.

Then I hissed.

The water hit my nipples and the sting lit me up again. My thighs clenched on instinct. Even sore, my body remembered everything. The mouth on my clit. The fingers inside me. The way I moaned so loud my throat still ached a little.

I washed fast and toweled off, biting my lip every time I moved too fast.

Dressed in high-waisted jeans and a fitted top, I grabbed my bag and stepped out.

Danika groaned in her sleep. The vibrator finally died.

I smiled then headed out straight to his class.

I stood outside his classroom door, holding the handle, just... stuck.

His voice leaked through the walls. Calm. Low. Focused. It made my skin tighten.

I couldn't move.

When I finally did, I slipped inside, late. The room went quiet. All eyes were on me. I didn't look at anyone. I just walked fast toward the back and dropped into the nearest empty seat.

I didn't need to look up to know he saw me.

But I did anyway.

Chance Black stood at the front of the room, dressed in black again. Shirt buttoned all the way up this time. Sleeves long. No tattoos in sight. He looked neat. Sharp. Cold.

His hair was down.

Longer than I remembered. Dark waves that brushed just past his jaw, messy but intentional. His jaw was tight. His lips didn't move unless he needed them to.

He looked too good.

Too young.

Too fucking hot to be standing up there like he wasn't a walking distraction.

I kept staring.

I didn't even realize how long, until his eyes found mine.

I froze.

Then looked away too fast.

My mind was already somewhere else. His voice in my ear. His hand around my throat. My body pinned under his again. My legs spread. My clit throbbing.

I didn't hear a word of class.

Until I heard him say it.

"Ember Stowaway."

It wasn't loud, but it cut through everything.

My stomach flipped.

He didn't look at me when he said it. Just kept writing on the board like he hadn't just pulled me back into my body.

Then came the second hit.

"Can you wait a moment after class is over?"

He still wasn't looking at me but I felt it all over my skin.