LOGINEthan pulled out his fingers slowly. I whimpered at the loss. He brought his fingers up to my face and wiped them across my lower lip.“Open.”I did. He pushed the two fingers into my mouth and I tasted myself on them, salty and a bit tangy. He fucked them in and out of my mouth the same way he had just fucked my cunt, watching me from above.“Good. Now say it. Out loud. To my face.”I swallowed around his fingers. My voice came out rough. “I want you.”He pulled his hand free, gripped my hip, and flipped me onto my back in one hard motion. My legs fell open. He was still fully dressed…black T-shirt, gym shorts…but the thick ridge of his cock tented the front of them. He shoved the shorts down just far enough. His cock sprang free, heavier and thicker than it had looked on camera, the head already leaking with precum. He lined up and pushed in.The stretch burned. I gasped, my hands flying to hold his shoulders. He kept going until every inch of him was inside me, his hips flush agai
Time skip: Next nightOur parents had gone to bed early. I was supposed to be studying, but my phone kept lighting up with messages from SecretHeat. IronPulse had messaged first.IronPulse: *You left the door unlocked?. Heatlena: yes Iron pulse: Did you touch yourself thinking about him?*I bit my lip and typed back with shaky thumbs.HeatLena: *Yes. I came hard imagining him walking in and pinning me on the bed and taking me hard*IronPulse: *Show me a Video. Touch that pretty cunt of yours, I want to see how wet you get for him.*My heartbeat accelerated. Before I could answer, I heard the front door open downstairs. Ethan was home from the gym. I heard the familiar thud of his bag, him greeting our parents in the hallway, then his footsteps heading toward the bathroom.I waited until the shower turned on. Then I slipped out of my room barefoot, heart hammering, and walked down the hall. The bathroom door was cracked open just a bit. Steam filled the bathroom. I pressed myself a
We were having dinner, roasted chicken and garlic pasta, I sat across from Ethan at the table, my fork hovering over my plate while our parents talked about their work and plans for the weekend. I barely listened them instead My eyes kept drifting across the table to him.He looked good. With broad shoulders from the gym, dark hair a little longer than usual so it fell across his forehead when he leaned forward to cut his food. His forearms flexed under the rolled sleeves of his black T-shirt every time he moved. His Thick thighs spread casually under the table. I watched the way his throat worked when he swallowed, the quiet concentration on his face, the easy way he answered Mom’s questions without ever glancing my way for long.I pressed my knees together under the table. Heat had already started low in my belly, the same restless ache that had been building for months. Living in the same house made it worse. I heard him in the shower every morning. I caught the scent of his soap
Next dayI left the door unlocked on purpose.The red door was slightly ajar when I entered, I had spent the entire day pretending nothing had changed…smiling at my husband over breakfast, answering emails. But my body remembered. Every time I shifted in a chair I felt the faint, residual ache of how full RJ had left me.RJ stood near the center of the room, shirtless, wearing only the same dark shorts from the guest house. He hadn’t touched anything. He was waiting, His hands at his sides, eyes tracking my moment as I stepped through the door and locked it behind me. I let the silk robe slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. Underneath I wore nothing but the black straps and the soft pink ribbon at the small of my back…the set I reserved for this room. My hair was down, gathered into a single heavy braid. I watched his eyes take me in, and the familiar, traitorous heat bloomed low in my belly.“You came,” I said I walked past him slowly, letting my bare arm brush his. The b
I wasn’t supposed to go near the guest house after dark.That was the quiet rule I had given myself. Keep the distance. Keep the upper hand. Let him come to me on my terms, in the rooms I controlled, when I decided the moment was right. But the ache between my legs from the pool hadn’t faded. If anything it had grown worse… Every time I closed my eyes I felt his fingers again…stopped just short of giving me what I needed because the gate had opened at the worst possible time.So I went looking for him.The guest-house windows were dark except for the faint light of a laptop screen in the far corner. The door was unlocked. I slipped inside without knocking, barefoot and trying not to make a sound, wearing only a thin robe that clung to my still-damp skin from the earlier shower. The air smelled like him…clean soap, a hint of chlorine, and something warmer underneath.He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to the door, shoulders hunched, one hand moving steadily between his legs.
I was already wet before he even stepped outside.It had become a pattern I hated admitting to myself. The moment I heard the soft scrape of the guest-house door or the faint splash of the pool equipment being dragged across the stone, my body responded like it had been waiting. Heat low in my belly. A slow, traitorous slickness between my thighs. I told myself it was the sun. The heat. Anything except the truth…that RJ’s presence alone was enough to ruin the careful composure I wore like armor.I lay on the lounge chair closest to the deep end, sunglasses on, a novel open and forgotten on my stomach. My black bikini was deliberately small. The top barely held me. The bottoms were tied at the hips with thin strings, the kind that looked like they could come undone with one careless tug. I had chosen it on purpose. I wanted him to look. I wanted the reminder that he wanted me, that he would take whatever I gave him because the alternative was walking away empty-handed.He came around t
I swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.“Tell me to stop,” she b
I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt
I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.”He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany des
Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly,







