LOGINZuriThe water had gone cold by the time I stepped out, skin pruning at the fingertips, and I still hadn’t heard the bunker door open again. I told myself he was just taking his time. Maybe he needed longer than a few minutes to clear his head. Guys did that sometimes, didn’t they.I pulled my clothes back on, still achy in a way that felt strange and new, and pushed the steel door open to check outside.The night air hit me first, cold against my damp hair. The moon was still bright overhead, exactly like it had been on the way up, and the trail stretched out empty in both directions.“Audric?”Nothing.I walked a little further down the path, arms wrapped around myself, scanning the dark for any sign of him, a shadow, the glow of a phone screen, anything.Nothing.I told myself he probably went to check on the bike, or needed air further than just outside the door, and went back in to grab my phone off the little table where I’d left it. No missed calls. No texts.I tried c
ZuriHe didn’t need telling twice.He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him, then reached for the hem of mine, slowly, giving me every chance to stop him. I didn’t. I lifted my arms and let him pull it free, and his breath caught audibly when he saw me in the candlelight, like he’d never actually looked at me before tonight, not really.“You’re stunning,” he said, voice low, reverent in a way that made my chest ache.He laid me back against the blankets, careful, like I might break, and kissed his way down slowly. My jaw, my throat, the curve of my collarbone, lingering there long enough that I felt the graze of his teeth before he moved lower. He unclasped my bra with steadier hands than I expected and took his time there too, mouth closing over one peak while his fingers found the other, and I arched up into him without meaning to, already gasping his name.“Audric.”“I’ve got you.” He kissed lower, over my stomach, along the waistband of my legging
ZuriThe road ran out somewhere past the edge of town, gravel giving way to packed dirt, and then even that disappeared as Audric slowed the bike at the foot of a mountain rising black and silent against the sky. He killed the engine, and the sudden quiet felt enormous after the wind roaring past my ears the whole ride out.“Where are we?” I asked, pulling my helmet off, hair sticking to my face.“You’ll see.” He swung off the bike and held a hand out to help me down.I looked up. The moon was full and bright, bright enough that I could see the shape of the mountain clearly, the tree line, a narrow path cutting up through the rock. “It’s beautiful. I’m not gonna lie.”“I’ll show you the most beautiful part.” He took my hand, lacing our fingers together, and started up the trail. “Come on, it’s not far. Try not to break an ankle in those shoes.”“You didn’t exactly warn me we’d be hiking.”“Where’s the fun in that.”The climb wasn’t easy, not in the shoes I’d thrown on without
Zuri“I have something for you.” Chris said and disappeared for a second, then came back with something small and black in his hand, a little wireless remote, a matching bullet vibrator dangling from his other fingers. My stomach flipped just looking at it. “Since you’re so eager.”“Where did you even get that.”“Been saving it.” He grinned, wicked. “Lie back.”I did, still catching my breath, and Ethan was already easing me down onto the couch cushions, hands gentle even though his eyes were still dark and hungry. Chris knelt between my legs and traced the little vibrator through my folds, slow, teasing, before sliding it in just far enough that I felt the stretch of it and nothing more.“Careful,” I breathed, hips already lifting toward him. “You know I’ve never.”“I know.” His voice went softer for a second, almost reverent, before the grin came back. “Not gonna break anything, promise. Just gonna make you feel really, really good.”He clicked the remote and the vibration ki
ZuriI sink to my knees in front of Ethan, and he doesn’t wait. His cock is already hard and heavy. A bead of precum wells at the slit. I lean in and lick it off, salt blooming on my tongue, and the sound he makes is pure hunger.I don’t know when I became this little slut. I just know I like it, being on my knees for both of them like this, and I’m not about to overthink it right now.Chris is already behind me, hands sliding under my shirt, peeling it up and off in one smooth motion. My bra follows. Cool air hits my nipples a second before his mouth does, hot and wet, sucking hard enough to make my back arch.“Open,” Ethan says, voice rough. He grips the base of his cock and paints my lower lip with the head. “Show us how pretty that throat looks stretched.”I open. He pushes in slow at first, letting me feel every inch as the blunt head drags over my tongue.“God, your mouth.” His hand slides into my hair, not pulling yet, just resting there. “You have no idea what you do to me, Z
ZuriThe tradition had started so long ago none of us could remember whose idea it actually was. Every birthday, just the four of us, a couple bottles of wine nobody bothered pretending we were old enough for, and whatever ridiculous game Ethan insisted on that year.Except tonight it was just three of us sprawled across the living room floor, waiting on the fourth.“Where is he?” I glanced at the clock for the third time in ten minutes.“No idea.” Chris uncorked another bottle, pouring generously into my glass without asking. “Said he’d be here an hour ago.”“You think he’s with Gabriela?” Ethan flopped back against the couch cushions.“Obviously.” Chris rolled his eyes. “I still can’t believe he’s actually going official with that girl tomorrow. I can’t stand her.”“Same.” Ethan shook his head. “Out of every girl on this campus, he picks the one who’s been torturing Zuri since freshman year. Doesn’t sit right with me.”I stayed quiet, twisting the stem of my wine glass betwe
RheaI broke the second Elora’s door closed behind me.I just completely fell apart.She caught me before I hit the floor, her arms wrapping tight around me as the sobs tore out of my chest. Raw. Ugly. The kind of crying that physically hurts.“It’s okay,” she murmured, guiding me toward her be
Rhea“And how’s your Italian boo?”“Oh my God, Ri, we are going on our second date tonight.” Elora’s voice rang out through the phone. “Can you believe he had my favorite chocolate delivered to me this morning, customized with my name?”“Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m happy that you found your own pe
BRANDONPractice was shit.I couldn’t focus worth a damn, kept missing passes that should’ve been automatic. Coach was riding my ass, Anthony kept running his fucking mouth, and all I could think about was this morning.That smile. That fucking smile she gave us when she walked out of the kitchen.
BRANDONBreaking Rhea is fun.Tying her up and watching her beg to be fucked while I smack her clit with my belt was the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Better than any high, better than any win on the field, better than anything I’d ever experienced.My cock has been hard as a rock for hours,







