All Chapters of SINNERS: AN HOT COLLECTION : Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

His roommate. I'd gotten a brief introduction during move-in day last year—lanky, easy-grinning, blond hair that looked like he'd cut it himself and made peace with the results. The kind of guy who occupied space like he'd been there longer than anyone else and planned to stay. He had that particular college-guy energy of someone who'd decided very early that life was funnier if you just kept watching and didn't intervene. He was doing it now, walking a few steps behind us with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket, watching Daniel's knee against my leg with a slow, knowing grin that said he was paying closer attention than any of us had accounted for.He'd winked at me during move-in. He was doing it again now. Slower.By the time we circled back to the dorm, the sun was bleeding orange and amber across the brick faces of the buildings, that late-afternoon alchemy that made everything look more cinematic than it deserved. My parents were already absorbed in restaurant apps, Dad scrollin

The sound he made was almost pained, exhaled against my temple, his forehead dropping forward to rest against mine. We breathed the same air for a moment, foreheads pressed together, mouths a fraction of an inch apart—sharing heat, sharing the weight of four years of not-saying.From the bed, Preston made a low, rough sound that was mostly breath. I heard the shift of his weight, the quiet sound of fabric moving, and knew without looking that his restraint had found its limit. He was touching himself now. The knowledge sent a fresh pulse of arousal through me, wetting my underwear further, my whole body attuned to the charged field of the room.Daniel's thumb slid higher and his fingers curved underneath my breast, not quite cupping it, the knuckle of his index finger just barely grazing the underside through the thin cotton. I made a sound I couldn't help—small, caught at the back of my throat—and rocked my hips forward, grinding against the hard ridge of him with a helplessness that

Daniel pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes black with want. His hand slid down my body, possessive, fingers tracing through the mess he’d made between my legs. Two thick digits pushed back inside me without warning, slow and deep, curling right against that spot that made my back arch off the desk. The wet, squelching sound filled the tiny room—obscene, loud, embarrassing. I could feel how soaked I was, how my walls fluttered and sucked at his fingers like they never wanted to let go.“You hear that, baby?” Daniel murmured, pumping them lazily, letting the slick noises get even louder. “That’s your greedy pussy begging for cock. Been wet for me since the second you walked in, hasn’t it? Tell Preston how bad you need your stepbrother to stretch you open.”I moaned, head falling back, hips rocking shamelessly onto his hand. “I need it… God, Daniel, I need your cock so bad. Please—”He growled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “That’s my good little slut. Say it again. Tell

Preston’s voice broke through, ragged and filthy from the bunk. “Holy shit, look at her go. On her knees like a filthy little stepsister whore, sucking him clean right after he wrecked her pussy. Take him deeper, baby girl. I wanna see that throat bulge.”His words sent another rush of heat through me. I pushed forward, taking Daniel deeper until the head bumped the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, fighting the gag, eyes watering but never looking away from Daniel’s face. He looked completely undone—lips parted, dark hair messy, eyes half-lidded and burning down at me.“Fuuuck, Sel—your mouth feels so good,” he panted, hips twitching like he was fighting the urge to thrust. “So warm and wet. Swirl that tongue just like that—yeah, right under the head. God, you’re such a good girl for your stepbrother. Cleaning up your own cum like the dirty little cumslut you are.”I whimpered around his cock, the vibration making him groan louder. My free hand slid between my own thighs wit

Daniel’s hand was a blur now. “Not inside. Pull out and come on her tits. I want to see it.”Preston lifted me off him suddenly, strong arms flipping me around so I faced him. He stroked himself fast, groaning as thick ropes of cum splashed across my tits and stomach—hot, sticky, marking me. I moaned softly at the feeling, rubbing it into my skin without thinking.Daniel stood up, still stroking, and stepped closer. “Good girl. Look at you—covered in both of us.”My body buzzed, spent but still humming. The clock outside chimed again. Time was almost up.“Shit,” Daniel muttered, already moving. His voice was low, urgent, but there was still that rough edge of satisfaction in it. “They’ll be back any minute. Hurry.”I stood on shaky legs, knees raw from the carpet, skirt still bunched uselessly around my waist. My tank top was twisted up under my arms, tits out, nipples tight and sensitive from all the pinching and bouncing. Preston gave my ass a quick, appreciative squeeze as I steppe