THIRD PERSON POVMaya’s wrists were still tied loosely to Lila’s headboard, her skin flushed and damp from the waves of pleasure already wrung out of her. The blindfold stayed in place, but she didn’t need her eyes — her body was wide awake, strung tight on every touch, every sound.She heard the low hum before she felt it: the quiet click of buckles, the rustle of leather, the soft laugh that curled out of Lila’s throat.“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” Lila’s voice was steady, playful, but threaded with command.Maya swallowed, pulling lightly against the restraints. “What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy, betraying more excitement than fear.“Giving you your real graduation gift,” Lila whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed Maya’s ear. The tease sent a shiver rushing down her spine.Then Maya felt it — the press of something firm, smooth, thick, nudging against the inside of her thigh. The straps creaked as Lila adjusted her hips, settling between her legs
THIRD PERSON POVThe whole day felt like a blur. Maya had floated through her high school graduation wrapped in a whirlwind of hugs, flashing cameras, and endless “congratulations.” She looked every bit the dream , white dress clinging in all the right places, her hair pinned with soft curls, her smile brighter than the gold tassel that swayed from her cap.Everywhere she turned, someone wanted her attention. Parents, teachers, classmates. But one pair of eyes followed her with a hunger no one else noticed — Lila’s.The whole afternoon, Lila couldn’t stop staring. At the way Maya’s dress showed the slope of her shoulders. At the flush of excitement on her cheeks. At how grown she looked tonight, not the shy girl she’d first met a year ago. Something inside Lila buzzed with restless need, sharp and alive.When the guests finally left and the house grew quiet, Lila leaned close to Maya in the hallway, her lips brushing her ear.“I’ve got a graduation gift for you,” she murmured. Her voi
THIRD PERSON POVThe rain had been going for hours, just pounding on the roof like it was trying to break in. The house was quiet except for that sound, and the occasional roll of thunder that shook the windows. Power had been out for a while now, so the only light came from the fireplace in the living room and a couple of candles scattered around.Maya stretched out on the couch like she owned it, legs tucked under a blanket but not really trying to hide herself. Her shorts were riding high, her crop top loose, and in the flicker of the fire she looked almost unreal. The rise and fall of her stomach as she sighed, the glow on her skin—it all just… lingered in the air.Across from her, Lila sat in the armchair. The new stepsister. Just a month of knowing each other and already it was like the air changed every time they were in the same room. Lila was only a year older but carried herself in a way that made her seem more, like she already knew every secret Maya tried to keep. Her hood
THIRD PERSON POVNoah clawed at the surface beneath him, every muscle trembling as Arthur pounded into him with savage rhythm. His cries weren’t words anymore—just broken sounds, the raw music of being pushed beyond his limit and still craving more.Arthur slowed only to drag his cock almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, then slamming back in with enough force to make Noah jolt forward. He repeated it again, again, each thrust harder, testing the strength of the bench.“You feel that?” Arthur grunted, pulling Noah’s hair back so he could see their reflection again. “That’s me. Inside you. Owning you. No one else will ever fuck you like this.”Noah, half-coherent, nodded frantically, his voice cracking. “No one—just you—fuck, Arthur—”Arthur’s hand wrapped around Noah’s throat, squeezing just enough to make his vision spark. “Say it louder.”Noah choked out, voice hoarse and desperate: “JUST YOU!”The admission sent Arthur over the edge of restraint. He hammered into No
THIRD PERSON POVArthur spit into his hand, slicking himself, then pressed the thick head against Noah’s hole. The pressure was instant, stretching, burning. Noah cried out, his fingers clawing at the tiles.Arthur didn’t pause. He pushed harder, forcing himself past the tight ring of muscle, the resistance giving way inch by inch until he was buried deep. Noah’s knees buckled, his body clenching around the intrusion, the mix of pain and overwhelming fullness stealing his breath.Arthur groaned low in his throat, gripping Noah’s hips like a vice. “Tight little slut.”He pulled back just enough before slamming forward again, the slap of wet flesh echoing in the shower. Noah cried out, a raw sound that bounced off the walls. Arthur set a brutal pace—each thrust deep, unrelenting, pounding him into the tile.Noah’s cock bobbed helplessly between his legs, leaking pre-cum onto the floor, untouched yet throbbing with every jolt.Arthur bent low, his chest pressing to Noah’s back, his teeth
THIRD PERSON POVThe gym was nearly empty when Noah walked into the locker room, his duffel bag hanging heavy on his shoulder. The late-night silence was always what he liked most about this place—the clank of weights gone, the hum of machines silenced, only the faint hiss of showers running in the distance. It gave him peace. It gave him space to breathe.But tonight, peace wasn’t all he felt.He tossed his bag onto the bench and sat down to untie his shoes, muscles still buzzing from his workout. Sweat clung to his body, dampening the collar of his shirt. He peeled it off, tossed it beside him, and ran a hand through his messy hair.That was when the sound hit him—deep, steady, like thunder muffled through stone. The sound of water hammering tile. One of the showers was running.And then a shadow moved.Arthur.He’d seen the man around before—hard not to. Six foot three, built like a war god, always focused, always commanding space without ever speaking. The kind of guy who didn’t j