All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELLIEThey weren't gentle, groping my helpess body while Zane pinned me in place. She yanked my skirt the rest of the way down my thighs in one rough tug, leaving my soaked pink panties exposed to the cool air of the room. I tried to twist, to be sure it was actually the Brittany I knew doing all this, but Zane's grip in my hair was iron. Hard and unrelenting.He held my mouth stuffed full, my throat working around him in shallow, desperate pulls."Look at you," Brittany purred from behind, her voice still husky from her own orgasm. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down slowly, letting the wet fabric cling for a second before peeling away. "Already dripping like a desperate little slut. Zane wasn't kidding about your kink."I whimpered around his cock. A muffled, pathetic sound. Shame burned through me, but the heat between my legs only grew sharper.Zane pulled out just enough to let me gasp. "Open up the bag Brittany. Let's see what our little

BIANCA“Bianca,” Sabrina said, her voice low and velvet-soft, “do you wanna have a threesome with me and Brian?”My brain short-circuited.For a second I just stared at her, mouth slightly open, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I was sure she could hear it. The plastic bag with the sex toys sat forgotten on her lap. The driveway lights cast soft shadows across her face, making her look even more confident than she had any right to be.“N… no,” I blurted out, way too fast. My voice cracked on the word. “No, I’m not… I’m not interested. Why would you even think I would be?”Sabrina blinked, then her expression softened with genuine regret.“Shit,” she muttered, running a hand through her ponytail. “I’m sorry. I jumped the gun. It’s just… you seemed open-minded, and we were getting along, and after what you walked in on earlier…” She gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine. I thought maybe… never mind. Forget I said anything.”She reached for the plast

BIANCA “Fuck… Bianca.” The words hit me like a slap. Brian’s low, guttural groan cut through the bathroom door, raw and unmistakable. He was still buried deep inside Sabrina, hips snapping forward as he came, but it was my name spilling from his lips. I froze in the hallway, one hand still gripping the doorframe, unable to tear my eyes away from the crack in the door. Sabrina let out a soft, breathy moan, her body shuddering through the aftershocks. She turned her head slightly, hair messy, and looked up at him with a lazy, knowing smile. “Are you still that wrung up with her after she refused our proposal?” she asked, voice teasing but laced with something darker. Our proposal. The words slammed into me. The threesome offer hadn’t just been Sabrina’s idea. It was both of theirs. Brian… wanted a threesome with me? He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he kept fucking her through his orgasm — slow, deep, almost hate-fucking strokes that made Sabrina whimper and grip th

MAXThe mansion loomed like something out of a magazine I could never afford.I killed the bike’s engine in the circular driveway and sat there for a second, staring at the perfectly lit entrance. Vanessa’s text hit my phone again, like she knee I’d arrived: “Come straight to my room. We’re already late for dinner with my parents.”I didn’t like how normal that sounded.A butler in a crisp black suit met me at the door before I could even knock.“Mr. Callaghan,” he said with practiced politeness. “Miss Sterling is expecting you. But first… a customary welcome from her parents.”He offered a crystal glass of deep red wine on a silver tray.I eyed it warily. “I’m good, thanks.”The butler didn’t move the tray. “It is customary, sir. A gesture of goodwill before the family dinner. Refusing might be seen as… impolite.”The way he said it made it clear I didn’t really have a choice.I took the glass, swirled it once, and drank. It tasted expensive… rich, slightly sweet, with a faint herba

BIANCAThe notification still sat on my phone like a guilty secret.Sabrina had sent me $54,870 last night… the largest single payout I’d ever received from OnlyFans. Just for that one scene.I should have been happy. Relieved, even. The money would cover some school runs, groceries, and still leave something for Aunt Kim. But every time I looked at the amount, all I could feel was guilt.Guilt for doing it all on Max’s bed. Guilt for the way I’d had to scrub the sheets afterward, hoping the smell of sex and Sabrina’s release wouldn’t linger. Guilt for the way my eyes had kept drifting to Brian in the corner… watching how hard he got, how his hand moved slowly over himself, and feeling a shameful thrill that it was partly because of *me*.I shoved the phone into my bag and tried to focus on my lunch.The cafeteria was loud as usual, but my table felt unusually quiet until two figures slid into the seats across from me.“Room for two more?” Tiffany dropped her tray first, offering