CHAPTER 2- THE FIRST TIME HE TOOK ME.

Chapter 2 – The First Time He Took Me

Maya

I told myself I wouldn’t go.

I repeated it all morning like a prayer. Through my 9 a.m. lecture while the professor droned on about supply chains. Through the group discussion where I forced myself to speak twice so no one would notice how distracted I was. Through the walk across campus when the afternoon sun felt too bright and every step made my stomach twist with nerves and something darker.

Yesterday had been Tuesday. I had worked my library shift until 1 a.m., and Noah Kane had cornered me in the stacks and told me exactly what he was going to do to me the next day.

Today was Wednesday.

No library shift.

No excuses.

By 2:40 p.m. my last class of the day had ended and my feet were already carrying me in the wrong direction.

The old art building sat at the far edge of campus, half-covered in ivy, mostly abandoned. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat as I walked around to the back. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t be there. The bigger, wetter part of me already knew he would be.

Noah Kane leaned against the brick wall like he owned the entire university. Black hoodie, dark jeans, hands in his pockets. When he looked up and saw me, something cold and satisfied moved through his eyes.

“You came,” he said.

“I almost didn’t.”

“Liar.” He pushed off the wall and walked toward me slowly. “You’ve been soaked since last night. Don’t insult me by pretending otherwise.”

I opened my mouth to argue. He didn’t give me the chance.

Noah grabbed my wrist and pulled me through a side door that should have been locked. The hallway inside was dim and quiet, smelling of dust and old paint. He led me into a small abandoned studio room. Drop cloths covered the floor. A single dirty window let in weak gray light. The door shut behind us with a soft click. He locked it.

Then he turned to face me.

“Clothes off.”

My pulse spiked. “Noah—”

“I won’t repeat myself.” His voice was calm. Absolute. “Take everything off. Now.”

My hands shook as I pulled my sweater over my head. The cool air hit my skin and made my nipples tighten instantly. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down along with my underwear. When I hesitated at my bra, his eyes narrowed.

“All of it.”

I unhooked the bra and let it fall. Completely naked in the middle of the dusty room while he stood there still fully dressed, looking at me like he had already decided exactly how he was going to ruin me.

“Good girl,” he murmured. The words sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. “On your knees.”

I dropped down. The drop cloth was rough under my knees. Noah walked closer until the thick bulge in his jeans was right in front of my face. He unzipped slowly and pulled his cock out. It was even bigger than I had imagined—thick, heavy, the head already shiny with precum.

“Open your mouth.”

I parted my lips. He didn’t ease in. He pushed all the way to the back of my throat in one brutal thrust, making me gag hard around him. Tears sprang to my eyes instantly. My throat convulsed. He held me there, one hand fisted tightly in my hair, forcing me to take every inch while I choked and drooled around his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Choke on it. Get it nice and sloppy so I can split that tight little cunt open next.”

He started thrusting—shallow at first, then deeper, using my mouth like a toy. Spit ran down my chin in thick strands and dripped onto my bare tits. Every time I gagged he pushed in harder, holding me down until my eyes streamed and my nose pressed against his stomach. The wet, filthy sounds of him fucking my throat filled the room. My jaw ached. My eyes watered nonstop. Between my legs I was dripping so badly I could feel it coating my thighs.

After several long minutes he pulled out. A thick rope of spit connected my swollen lips to the head of his cock. I gasped and coughed, face ruined, mascara already running.

Noah looked down at me with pure dark satisfaction. “Stand up. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs.”

I stumbled to my feet on shaky legs and placed my palms against the cold brick. He kicked my feet further apart. I felt the thick, spit-slick head of his cock drag through my soaked folds, rubbing up and down, collecting all the wetness.

“Christ. You’re dripping down your thighs,” he muttered. “You filthy fucking thing. You’ve been thinking about me stretching this cunt all day, haven’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

The stretch was intense—almost too much. A broken cry tore out of my throat as he forced every thick inch inside me until his hips were flush against my ass. He was so deep it hurt in the best way. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me hard and deep right away, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the empty room. My tits bounced with every powerful thrust. I could feel myself squelching around him, embarrassingly wet.

“Fuck—Noah—it’s too big—”

“Take it,” he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “This cunt belongs to me now. Say it.”

I clenched my teeth, forehead pressed to the wall.

He fucked me harder, angling his hips so the thick head of his cock dragged over that sensitive spot inside me on every stroke. The pleasure was sharp and overwhelming. My legs started shaking.

“Say it, Maya.”

“It’s yours,” I choked out.

“Louder.”

“It’s yours—fuck—it’s yours—”

“Good girl.” He reached around and started rubbing my swollen clit in rough, mean circles while he pounded me. “You don’t come until I say. Understand?”

I nodded frantically, already right on the edge. The pressure built viciously fast. My walls fluttered around his thick cock. He kept the same ruthless pace, using my body like it existed purely for his pleasure, like my orgasm was just another thing he owned.

“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, I need to—”

“Not yet.”

He fucked me through the desperate need, drawing it out until I was crying against the wall, pushing my ass back to meet every thrust even while shame burned through me. Sweat slicked my skin. My fingers scraped against the brick. My pussy made the most obscene wet sounds every time he drove back in.

Finally he growled against my ear, “Come for me.”

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me so violently my knees buckled. I cried out loudly as my cunt clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing and squirting slightly around him. He held me up by the hips and kept thrusting, fucking me through it until I was whimpering and oversensitive, trying to squirm away from the intensity.

Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. I felt every pulse. Felt him filling me up until it started leaking out around his cock and running down my thighs in messy streaks.

For a long moment the only sound was both of us breathing hard.

Noah pulled out slowly. I felt a heavy rush of his cum slide down my inner thighs. He turned me around by the shoulder and looked at the complete mess he’d made of me—red fingerprints on my hips, spit and tears covering my face, his thick cum dripping down my legs and onto the drop cloth.

“Look at you,” he said quietly, almost reverent. “Completely fucking ruined.”

I couldn’t speak. My legs were still shaking.

He tucked himself back into his jeans, eyes never leaving my body. Then he stepped close, gripped my chin firmly, and forced me to meet his gaze.

“This is only the beginning,” he said. “Next time I won’t be alone. Theo’s been waiting for his turn. And when we take you together, you’re going to thank us while we stretch both your holes.”

My stomach flipped hard. Fresh heat pulsed between my legs even though I was still dripping his cum.

Noah leaned in until his mouth brushed my ear. “Get dressed. Go back to your dorm. Act normal. But every time you feel my cum leaking out of this used cunt tonight, remember exactly who you belong to now.”

He unlocked the door and left without another word.

I stood there naked and trembling, his release cooling on my thighs. My clothes felt strange when I finally pulled them back on. My legs were unsteady. My pussy felt stretched and thoroughly fucked.

I slipped out of the building and into the afternoon light like nothing had happened.

Campus looked the same. Students still laughed and walked between classes. But everything felt different. I could feel his cum slowly seeping out of me with every step. Feel the dull, satisfying ache deep inside. Feel how thoroughly he had claimed me.

I went straight back to East Hall, locked myself in the bathroom before Lila could see me, and sat on the closed toilet with my legs spread. His thick cum was still leaking out of me in heavy streaks. My pussy was red, swollen, and pulsing. I stared at the mess he had made of me and felt shame and heat twist together so tightly I couldn’t separate them.

I cleaned up as best as I could, changed into soft shorts, and sat at my desk. I had reading to finish for tomorrow. I opened the P*F and stared at the screen.

All I could think about was the filthy promise he had left me with.

Next time he wouldn’t be alone.

And the most fucked-up part?

My pussy was already throbbing at the thought of both of them.