LOGINI 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
Most nights the lower hallway stayed silent after dark. My husband was already upstairs with his scotch and his phone, pretending the rest of the house didn’t exist. That left me free to move through the quiet rooms the way I preferred…barefoot with my robe loose.I paused at the top of the short flight of stairs and listened. Then I hear the faint scrape of the door opening, someone was there… When I reached the threshold he was already inside.RJ stood in the center of my room like he had wandered into a place he had no right to be. Tall. Dark. Still wearing those cheap work clothes he used for the pool. His Broad shoulders tight with tension. He hadn’t touched anything yet. That was the first thing I noticed. Most people either ran or started exploring with greedy hands. He just stood there, breathing a little too fast, eyes moving over the chains, the bench, then the wooden frame.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The lock engaged with a soft click.“You found it.”
Sophia’s thigh stayed heavy across Emma’s hips, keeping their soaked folds pressed together in a slow, sticky slide. Every tiny shift sent fresh aftershocks through Emma’s oversensitive clit. Mia’s mouth worked lazily at one breast, tongue circling the nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make it tighten again.Sophia’s fingers traced the wet mess on Emma’s inner thigh, then lower, collecting the thick drip still leaking from her cunt. She brought those fingers up and pushed them past Emma’s lips. Emma sucked without being told, tasting both of them…sweet, musky, heavy.“On your hands and knees.” Sophia’s voice stayed low, calm, absolute. “Ass up. Face down.”Emma moved. The sheets clung to her damp skin as she settled into position, back arched, thighs spread. Cool air touched the open, glistening lips of her cunt and the tight pucker of her asshole. Sophia knelt behind her. Mia shifted to the head of the bed, thighs open, and guided Emma’s face down between them.“Keep licking her w
Sophia’s fingers stayed in Emma’s hair, holding her face tilted up. The taste of both of them still coated Emma’s tongue…sweet, musky, thick. Mia’s mouth lingered at the side of her neck, teeth scraping lightly, one hand still cupping a bare breast and rolling the nipple between two fingers until it ached.Sophia’s voice stayed low, calm, certain. “On your back. Legs open.”Emma moved. The sheets were already damp beneath her. Sophia climbed over her, knees bracketing one thigh, and settled the full, wet weight of her cunt directly against Emma’s. The first contact was pure heat…slick folds parting against slick folds, clits brushing for a single electric second. Sophia held still there, letting Emma feel every soft, swollen inch of her.Mia shifted to the side, one hand sliding down between them to spread Emma’s lips wider so Sophia could press in deeper. “Look at that,” Mia murmured. “Already so messy.”Sophia began to move.She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, dragging
The bass from the oversized speakers thumped through the floor and into Emma’s chest as Liam tugged her through the front door. Red cups littered every surface. Bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor. The air hung thick with weed smoke and spilled beer. She tugged the hem of her short black dress lower, the one Liam had grinned at earlier and said made her ass look fucking perfect. Tonight she had worn it for him. Her eyes kept sliding somewhere else.Sophia moved ahead of them with Mia at her side. Sophia’s crimson crop top stretched tight across full breasts that swayed with every step. The tiny denim skirt rode higher each time she walked, flashing the smooth undersides of her thighs. Mia matched her in a sheer white top that left her dark nipples clearly visible and leather shorts that clung to the round curve of her ass. Their shoulders brushed. Their heads leaned close. Something in the easy way they touched made Emma’s stomach pull tight.Liam’s hand squeezed hers
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
The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”Professor Kane. Just his name made my body react. A warm rush s







