All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Sloane.“Your last three quizzes are under sixty. At this rate you will not clear the midterm.”Lena said it without looking up from the problem set I had left blank on purpose. She sat across my father’s study table in a soft black sweater with the sleeves pushed to her elbows, the same way she did in the campus tutoring center before my mother decided the drive was too far and started paying her to come here. Twenty-five. Broke enough that the hourly rate on the invoice made her mouth tighten every time my father signed it. Close enough in age that the way her eyes stayed on the paper instead of my mouth felt like a choice she was losing.“I studied,” I said. I had not. I had spent the afternoon in the shower with two fingers inside me, thinking about the way her thigh had brushed mine last week when she leaned over to correct a bond angle. “Maybe I need more sessions.”“You need to stop leaving the mechanisms empty.” She tapped the page. Her nails were short, clean, a thin silver r

Sloane.“Private room is ours for ninety minutes. Door locks from the inside. Anyone walking the hall can still hear if we are loud.”Lena said it while she swiped the key card. The campus library was half empty on a Sunday. Third floor, back corner, the small study room with frosted glass and a table that had seen better days. She wore the same black sweater, jeans this time, hair up. I had followed the rule. Short skirt. Nothing under it. Every step from the elevator had reminded me, cool air and the faint stick of slick on my thighs from thinking about her mouth the whole drive over.“Sit,” she said once the lock clicked. “Skirt up. I want to see you kept the rule before I let you touch me.”I sat on the edge of the table and pulled the skirt to my waist. My cunt was already swollen, wet enough that the wood would show it. Lena looked for a long second, then locked the door and crossed to me. She did not touch. She just stood between my knees, close enough that I could smell her sk

Elena.“Landed. Call you when I am in the car. Love you.”The message sat on the screen between my spread thighs. Dominic’s fingers were still inside me, three of them, curled and slick, his thumb resting on my clit like he was deciding whether to move it. His cock stood thick in his fist, the head wet, close enough that I could feel the heat of it against my stomach. He had not come yet. Neither had I. The rule was still hanging in the air: watch him finish on me, clean it, do not come until he said, then he would go back to the couch.“Answer him,” Dominic said. His voice was low. He did not pull his fingers out. “Or do not. Either way you are going to ask me for what you want before I decide this night is over.”My cunt clenched around his hand. The phone buzzed again, a second text: You up?“I should call,” I said. The words came out thin. “He will worry if I do not.”“Then call.” Dominic stroked himself once, slow, eyes on my face. “Put it on speaker. Tell him the house is quiet

Elena. “Miss you already. Call you after the dinner.” The text glowed under Dominic’s hand where he had turned the phone face down. His cock was still inside me, half hard, his cum warm and leaking around the base onto the sheet that usually only smelled like Nathan. He rolled his hips once, slow, pushing deeper, and my cunt clenched around him without permission. “Leave it,” he said against my shoulder. “You can tell him you were in the shower. Right now you are going to ride me until I am hard again, and you are going to decide out loud whether the next trip ends the same way.” I pushed up on my hands. The shift made him slip out halfway. Slick and cum ran down my thigh. I turned, straddled his hips, and sank back down in one careful slide. The stretch was easier this time, filthy with what he had already left inside me. His hands settled on my waist. He did not guide. He just watched my face while I started to move. “Slow,” he said. “I want to feel you use it. Tell me what you

Marcus stayed inside me for a long moment after he came, hips still pressed flush, cock twitching with the last pulses. I could feel the heat of it, the slow leak starting at the rim where we were still joined. My own cum was cooling on my stomach and his fist, sticky between us. Neither of us moved to pull apart. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then the edge of my jaw, then lower, teeth grazing the tendon in my neck. His hand slid from my cock up my chest, thumb dragging through the mess I’d made, then up to my throat. Not squeezing. Just resting there, feeling my pulse hammer. “Still with me?” he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded. My legs were still locked around him. I didn’t want to let go yet. “Yeah.” He shifted his weight and the movement pushed him deeper for a second. I hissed. Everything was oversensitive, the stretch still bright, the slick of his cum making every small shift wetter. He pulled out slowly. The drag of him leaving me was obscene—thick, wet, the sudden