The Next Morning

The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered dorm room. Nia lay tangled in the sheets, sore and dripping from the night before, her body humming with memory.

A low groan escaped her when Cam’s thick fingers slid beneath her pajama waistband. She stirred, smiling sleepily, spreading her thighs to invite him closer. The cold contrast of his touch made her shiver.

“Mmm… woke up like this, huh?” she teased, eyes half-lidded.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, pausing until she gave a quick nod. Only then did he slip inside, slow and teasing, making sure she felt every inch before starting to move.

Her breath hitched just as Jace climbed onto the bed, his cock rubbing against her back. One hand slid beneath her hair while the other trailed down her spine, fingers feather-light until they found her clit.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his voice rough, still edged with sleep.

Nia arched back eagerly, her hips pushing into Cam’s thrusts while Jace’s fingers circled her clit, coaxing soft, needy moans from her lips. They moved around her like they’d done this a hundred times… Cam stretching her with steady strokes, Jace stroking and teasing with expert care.

Her moans filled the room… soft, desperate, hungry. They weren’t just fucking her awake… they were worshipping her, coaxing every ounce of pleasure her body could give.

Her orgasm came slow, trembling, rolling through her until she was left gasping, legs quivering, chest heaving between them.

Jace and Cam shared a grin over her body, proud of the mess they’d made before the day had even started. She collapsed into the sheets, breathless, her skin glistening with sweat. Cum pulsed deep inside her, every small flutter of her pussy reminding her how completely they’d filled her.

“Mmm… y’all gon’ make me late,” she mumbled, voice hoarse but smiling, cheeks flushed.

Jace was already half-dressed, lounging back on his bed with that smug grin that never left. Cam, though, was still between her thighs, stroking her folds with his thumb like he wasn’t done admiring the mess he’d made.

“Late for what?” he said calmly. “You can barely walk straight.”

She sat up slowly, legs shaky, body aching in the best way. Her hoodie from the night before was crumpled on the floor, but when she reached for it, Jace snatched it up first.

He sniffed it with a smirk. “Still smells like dick.”

Nia rolled her eyes, crawling across the bed on all fours, her ass jiggling with every move, their cum glistening down her thighs.

“You better give me that hoodie before I ride you again and make you late,” she teased.

“Ohhh?” Jace laughed. “You threatening me with a good time?”

Before she could grab it, Cam’s hands closed on her waist, dragging her back into his lap. She gasped as her bare pussy landed right on his softening, but still thick cock.

“You tryna ruin me,” she moaned, grinding against him despite herself.

He kissed her shoulder and whispered, “We already did.”

When Jace finally tossed the hoodie her way, she pulled it on with no panties, no bra… just messy hair, thick thighs, and a dripping core hidden beneath the fabric. As she stood, cum slid slowly down her leg.

“Don’t forget to clean up before you go,” Jace said with a smirk. “Or don’t. Might be hot if they smell us on you in class.”

Nia shot them both a look… not anger, but hunger. She already wanted more.

“You better be here when I get back,” she warned, grabbing her bag.

“We’re always here, baby,” Jace said, leaning back like he owned the room.

Stairwell Break

The classroom buzzed with low chatter as the professor fiddled with the projector. Nia sat near the back, legs crossed, hoodie half-zipped, trying to focus. But her body betrayed her… every shift in her seat sent a reminder of the morning’s fuck. Cam’s grip on her thighs. Jace’s filthy whispers. The ache between her legs.

She exhaled sharply, biting her lip.

Then her phone buzzed.

Cam: Come to the second-floor stairwell. Now.

Her thighs clenched at the message. No emojis. No softness. Just instructions… and her body obeyed before her mind could argue.

She quietly slipped her bag over her shoulder, muttered something about needing the bathroom, and slid out the door. Her pulse raced. Heat flooded her core.

The hallway was quiet. Only a few stragglers. She pushed open the heavy stairwell door and there he was.

Cam. Leaning against the railing, hoodie up, shadowing his eyes. But the thick bulge in his sweats? That told her everything.

“You made it,” he said low.

“Couldn’t focus,” she whispered. “Still leaking from this morning.”

That was all it took.

He pulled her in, spinning her against the wall. Their mouths crashed together, his tongue sliding against hers as she moaned into the kiss. She melted into him instantly, grabbing his hoodie and tugging him closer.

His hands were already under her skirt, and when he found her bare and dripping, he smirked.

“You’re nasty,” he muttered.

Her lips brushed his ear. “Then fuck me like I am.”

She hooked one leg around his waist, whispering, “Do it.”

Cam freed his cock… thick, hard, leaking… and pushed inside her in one smooth stroke. Nia bit her bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatened to echo down the stairwell.

The wet slap of their bodies filled the space. Every thrust filthy, sloppy, perfect.

“Shhh,” he murmured, but his pace only grew harder.

Footsteps clacked above them.

Her eyes went wide, breath catching in her throat. Someone was coming down.

Cam didn’t stop.

Nia slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as a student passed just one flight above, completely unaware. Her body trembled, pussy clenching hard around him, too close to care.

“Be quiet,” he growled in her ear, “or let them hear how good I make you scream.”

Her teeth sank into his shoulder as her orgasm ripped through her, sharp and uncontrollable.

Cam groaned, pressing her against the wall as he spilled inside her, deep and thick. He stayed there, buried, holding her still until every drop was inside.

When they finally pulled apart, her thighs were slick, her skirt crooked.

“You can still make it back before they finish the slides,” he said, zipping up.

She steadied herself with shaky hands on the railing, messy hair clinging to her flushed cheeks.

“I’m never gonna pass this class,” she whispered.

Cam just smirked, tugging his hood lower.

“Pass or not… you’ll be coming every day.”