Chapter 26

Part 1

Confessions After Dark

Ayla was the one who hit “call,” her phone balanced on her knees as she curled up in her dorm bed, blanket pulled tight around her shoulders. Jess answered from her own dorm room, tucked into her desk chair with her feet up, already grinning like she knew they’d get filthy fast. Katherine lounged at home, propped up against a pile of pillows in her big, rumpled bed, her hair loose, eyes dark with mischief. All three of them wore that warm, flushed glow they always had after letting something shameful slip, and none of them really wanted to stop.

Ayla giggled softly, tugging her blanket up like it could hide the way her cheeks were already turning pink. “Katherine… you know you looked like a goddess that night, right? When Jude was fucking you…”

Katherine’s lips curled slow and dangerous, her voice a low tease. “Did I now?”

Jess snorted from her chair, one leg bouncing. “She did! Ayla’s right, you looked unreal. Like some porn star who doesn’t even care she’s getting split open for everyone to watch.”

Ayla’s blush deepened, but her voice went softer, almost breathless. “It was so hot. Your pussy… it looked so pretty. The way it stretched around him, you could see how big he was. It looked like it hurt, but you were so wet, so messy… it just made it even hotter.”

Katherine’s smile sharpened, eyes narrowing as she teased, “Mmm, did you like how wet it sounded too? God, that was hot for me. It felt like someone was stirring up the nastiest pot of mac and cheese.”

Ayla squirmed under her blanket, the image so vivid it made her thighs press together. “Yeah… it was perfect.”

Ayla peeked at them through her lashes, voice dropping to a hush like she almost didn’t want to hear herself say it. “And when he pulled out… all that cum… I couldn’t stop staring. I just kept wishing he’d pulled out and sprayed it all over my face instead.”

Jess’s jaw dropped, a little gasp breaking into a laugh. “Ayla! Listen to you… you filthy little thing.”

Katherine threw her head back, her low laugh sending a shiver down Ayla’s spine. “God, I love that. You really do want to be painted, huh? Just dripping like someone’s dirty canvas.”

Ayla let out a soft giggle, burying her face for a second like she could hide the flush in her chest. “I do… I just want to feel it. Everywhere. Makes me feel… owned. Like I’m just his to drench.”

The words sent a warm throb down her belly… she loved how they looked at her when she said things like that. Like she was this sweet, dirty secret they both wanted to ruin more.

She peeked up, biting her lip. “And when he rubbed his cock on my clit… it felt so heavy and warm. I swear, I came just from that. I was losing my mind.”

Katherine’s mouth curled into that dark, teasing smile. “You were begging for it, weren’t you?”

Ayla squeaked into her blanket, her laugh muffled. “Don’t remind me…” The memory alone made her thighs squeeze tight. She could almost feel that heavy tip again.

Jess’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping. “Wait, what? I didn’t know you almost got stuffed by that monster cock!”

Katherine just shrugged, wicked as ever. “She was ready to take it, but I said no. That cock’s not for her, not yet.”

Ayla let out a dreamy little sigh. The stretch, the mess, it’d be stuck in her head all night. Maybe she’d have to text Tommy. Maybe she’d have to beg.

The three of them cracked up, laughter spilling through the screen like they were all tangled up in the same bed. Ayla wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still giggling. “God, I love us. So… when did you both know you liked being watched? Or just… being this filthy?”

Katherine’s grin turned slow and dangerous, her eyes darkening as a memory slid over her skin like warm hands. She shifted in her big bed, feeling that old thrill shiver through her bones.

Katherine’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Want my dirty little secret? Years ago, I was at my husband’s boss’s house for this big, fancy party. Everyone was all suits and pearls, acting perfect. I went to grab my bag, thought I’d left it in one of the coat rooms. Opened the wrong door… and there she was: the boss lady, so uptight all night, getting railed by her tennis coach like her life depended on it.”

Ayla gasped, eyes wide. “No way!”

Katherine’s grin sharpened. “Swear to god. One leg up on the dresser, the other planted on the floor, panties tangled at her ankle. He was pounding her so hard the dresser kept banging the wall. And she looked back at me, not scared, not embarrassed. She just put her finger to her lips, like shhh, then crooked her finger like she wanted me closer. She actually whispered, ‘Come in, shut the door. Be a good girl and watch me get my pussy wrecked.’”

She let out a low laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t know why, but it felt safer to step in than stay in the hallway where anyone else could see. So I did. And she kept looking me dead in the eye while he fucked her stupid. She moaned, ‘You like watching, baby? I come harder when someone sees me getting used like this.’ Then she just screamed for him to fill her up. God, she looked so free.”

Katherine’s tone dropped to a soft, dirty purr. “Ever since then, I’ve loved watching. But more than that, I realized it’s even better when I’m the one being watched. I never did it for real until last summer, but fuck, once I did, I knew. There’s nothing like knowing you’re being seen. That you’re someone’s filthy secret too.”

Ayla squirmed under her blanket, her thighs squeezing together at the thought. "God... I'd melt if someone I trusted saw me like that. Not a whole room of strangers, but you two? Or him? That's so hot."

She peeked up, eyes wide and a little shy but glimmering with want. "Watching is so good too. Just knowing it's real, the sounds, the mess... I love that."

Jess pointed at her camera, grinning like the devil. "Of course you do, dirty girl. No strangers, just the right eyes, so you can be the prettiest, messiest secret ever."

Ayla squeaked, giggling, her voice muffled by her blanket. "Stoppp..." But her smile gave her away.

Jess snorted, eyes dark with that wicked gleam. "Mine's not classy. When I was nineteen, I hooked up with my best friend's cousin in her basement while she was asleep upstairs. He put his hand on my throat and told me how pretty I'd look with his cum all over my face while she was right there."

She laughed, biting her lip. "Something just snapped. I started spitting out every dirty fantasy in my head, how I wanted him to bend me over the washing machine, how I'd suck him off at her family barbecue. The filthier I talked, the harder I came. Ever since then? If I'm not saying something filthy, if I'm not confessing shit I shouldn't, I can't come hard."

Ayla's heart thudded so hard she thought they might hear it through the phone. She peeked at their faces, Katherine's sly grin, Jess's wicked smirk, and felt that ache pulse between her thighs all over again.

Jess leaned forward, voice low and teasing. "You should text Tommy what you want, see what he says." She wiggled her brows, laughing softly. "Bet he'll love it."

Ayla squeaked out a laugh, her belly buzzing. God, they make me want things I shouldn't. She pulled her blanket up higher as Katherine blew her a kiss through the screen.

"Night, baby," Katherine murmured. Jess flashed her a wink. The screen went dark as the call ended, but Ayla just lay there, thumb hovering over Tommy's name, her whole body humming like she was still being watched.

Part 2

Closer

I’m lying on my back, phone propped on my chest, half-watching some dumb highlight reel that keeps replaying the same goals. I’m not even seeing the screen anymore.

I keep thinking about how this summer started. A few months ago, I was the guy who couldn’t even say what he wanted in bed, the guy who would’ve turned red if you asked him to talk dirty.

Now I’ve got Katherine’s laugh in my head, Jess’s confessions echoing when I close my eyes. All of it feels so easy now. So normal. It’s good. I love it.

But it’s not what I’m thinking about tonight.

Tonight I keep seeing Ayla. Not naked, not on her knees. Just that sweet smile when she talks to me like I’m someone she feels safe with. The way she danced that night by the lake, tiny shorts, hips moving like she didn’t even know what she was doing to me. But she did. God, she did.

I tap my thumb against the phone screen, a grin tugging at my lips. She doesn’t even know how she makes me feel. Like I want to slow down with her, not rush. Like I want to hear her giggle when she gets shy. It’s new. Different.

I’ve fucked a lot this summer, more than I’d ever admit to most people. But I haven’t felt like this in a long time.

My phone buzzes. Her name lights up my screen. Perfect timing.

“Hey,” she wrote. “Sorry it’s late. You up?”

I smile at the ceiling. She always apologizes for no reason.

“Yeah,” I type back. “Never too late for you. You okay?”

The dots bounce for a second. I picture her curled up in bed, blanket pulled to her chin, phone gripped tight in both hands.

“I’m good,” she answers. “Just couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about how nice you’ve been to me lately. I don’t know. Just wanted to say hi.”

I laugh softly under my breath. She doesn’t know how much that does to me, that she wants to talk even when she’s too shy to say why.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” I tell her. “I like talking to you. Makes my night better too.”

There’s a pause. The dots fade, then return. She’s always careful with her words. It’s sweet.

“You make me feel like I can just… be myself,” she writes. “I like that.”

Warmth spreads through my chest. It’s not the same heat I get with Jess or Katherine. It’s softer. More dangerous, somehow.

“Good,” I reply. “That’s what I want. You should feel that way with me. Always.”

Another message pops up, a little braver this time.

“Do you think we could hang out sometime? Just us. Like a real date.”

I laugh again, a soft, happy sound I don’t even try to hide. She doesn’t know I’ve been waiting to ask the same thing.

“Was hoping you’d ask first,” I tell her. “Let’s do it. Somewhere nice. Just you and me. How’s this weekend?”

Her reply comes instantly, a burst of relief through the screen.

“Yes please. I’d love that. I’ll find something pretty to wear.”

I shake my head, grinning. She doesn’t have to. She could show up in sweats and still make me lose my mind.

“Wear whatever makes you feel good, baby. You always look beautiful to me.”

I don’t push. I don’t flirt too hard. I just want her to fall asleep with that glow in her chest. Ayla. God, she’s going to change everything.

One last message appears, so simple it makes my pulse skip.

“Goodnight, Tommy. Can’t wait.”

I switch off the screen and let the phone rest on my chest. I smile into the dark, that good, warm smile that feels like the only thing that matters right now.

~

It’s funny how the right small town can feel like the middle of nowhere and exactly where you’re supposed to be, all at once. We picked a spot that wasn’t too far for either of us, just a little place with cozy restaurants and warm streetlights that make you feel like the world shrinks down to two people when you’re walking side by side.

I got here first, leaning on the hood of my car outside the restaurant. I checked my phone maybe five times, pretending I wasn’t. When her message popped up, “I’m here!” my chest squeezed in that stupid way it does with her.

And then I saw her step out of the Uber, and all I could think was holy hell.

Ayla isn’t flashy. She never tries too hard. But tonight she’d done her hair soft and loose, a bit of makeup that made her eyes pop and her cheeks glow. The dress was simple, dark green, hugging just enough to make my throat dry. And she was still her, shy and sweet, tugging her purse strap higher on her shoulder, eyes finding mine with that tiny, nervous smile.

“Hey you,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be.

Her smile got a little bigger. “Hey.”

I held the door open for her, my hand brushing the small of her back. She let out this tiny breath when I did, like she liked it. Inside, the place was warm, all wood booths and candlelight on the tables. It felt… right.

We sat across from each other, menus open but mostly ignored. She tucked her hair behind her ear, cheeks still rosy. I swear she does that every time she’s nervous, and it makes her even prettier.

I asked her about school, what she’s studying, what she wants after. She brightened at that, soft voice spilling out how she’s in early childhood education. “I want to work with kids,” she said, her smile small but proud. “I just like seeing how their little minds work. Makes the world feel… I don’t know, lighter.”

God, I loved that. It felt so her. Sweet. Gentle. A little wild underneath if you looked close.

She nudged her straw around her glass, then peeked up at me through her lashes. “What about you? What do you want to do, when you’re not busy being… you know… you.” She smiled, that shy thing she does when she flirts without realizing.

I laughed. “What, the big bad neighbor?”

She rolled her eyes, smiling harder.

“Nah. Sports physio,” I said. “I want to work with athletes. Keep them on the field, help them get stronger. Be the guy who gets them back up when they think they’re done.”

She tilted her head, studying me in that soft, open way she does. “That’s so… good. You’d be good at that.”

I shrugged, but I felt it, that warm squeeze in my chest again. “I hope so.”

Dinner was slow, easy. We talked about dumb things, the worst dorm food we’d had, who’d seen the worst hookup stories in the hallways. She laughed at my bad jokes. I laughed at hers. There were moments we just sat there, forks pushed aside, leaning in close, voices dropping low like we were afraid the world would overhear.

She asked about my old football games. I told her about her favorite movie that I hadn’t seen. We just… fit. Not forced. Not messy. Just us. And when she smiled at something stupid I said, her hand brushing my wrist for half a second, I swear it was the warmest touch I’d felt in months.

The waitress came to clear our plates. We stayed, talking. Lights turned softer, like the restaurant knew we needed that last bit of hush to say what we wouldn’t say anywhere else.

When the check came, she reached for her purse, of course she did. I caught her wrist, shaking my head. “Nah. I asked you here. Let me do this right.”

She smiled, cheeks blooming pink. “I just… wanted an excuse to dress up a little.”

“Glad you did,” I murmured. “You look beautiful tonight, Ayla.”

Her eyes dropped, but that smile stayed. Small, shy, but so bright. “Thank you, Tommy.”

When we stepped out into the crisp night air, the world felt small again, just us, our steps matching as we crossed the empty street. I could feel it when her shoulder brushed mine, how her hair smelled sweet when it drifted my way.

No rush. No promises. Just… that pull. The soft hum under our skin that said this is good. This is right.

When she looked up at me, her eyes sparkled under the streetlight, soft, safe, wanting.

And for a second, I swear the old me flashed, the kid who would’ve second-guessed the moment. But I’m not him anymore. So I just smiled, brushing a stray hair from her cheek.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you warm. I got us a room, just in case.”

She smiled, stepping a little closer. “Good. I don’t want tonight to end yet.”

Neither did I.

Part 3

I close the hotel door and the world shrinks to just us, the hum of the heater, the faint city glow behind the curtains, and Ayla standing by the bed in that dark green dress that's been driving me crazy since she stepped out of that Uber. She's toying with the hem now, fingers trembling just a little, like she's holding her breath. Her eyes catch mine, wide, warm, lashes fluttering like she's still deciding whether to hide or let me see everything. Her hair spills soft over her shoulders, catching the bedside light like a halo that makes my throat tighten. She looks like something you'd ruin yourself for.

I don't say a word, just step closer, slow enough that she could take a step back if she wanted. But she doesn't. She holds her ground, chest rising and falling under that dark green fabric, her breath catching like she's bracing for something she's been thinking about for weeks. I see it in the way her lips part, the tiny tremble at the corner of her mouth, like she's not sure if she should pull me closer or run for the door. When I reach out, my knuckles graze her jaw, and her eyes drift closed, letting me in, letting me touch her like this is what she's been waiting for.

I cup her cheek, my thumb brushing along the soft curve of her jaw. Her eyes flutter open, wide and glassy in the low light, like she's torn between hiding and begging for more.

"Nervous?" I murmur, my voice low, warm against her skin.

A breathy giggle slips out, sweet and real. "A little," she whispers, her lashes dipping as if she's embarrassed to admit it.

I tilt her chin higher, watching the flush creep down her neck. "Do you want to stop?"

Her answer comes in a rush, a tiny shake of her head, her fingers curling around my wrist. "No. I want you. So much."

I tilt her chin, my thumb brushing her lip, and she leans into it like she's starving for the touch. The first kiss is soft, a gentle press, a question she answers with that sweet little sigh against my mouth. Her shoulders relax under my hands. Her fingers slide up my chest, searching for something to hold onto, like she needs me to keep her steady.

When I kiss her deeper, I feel her whole body lean in, her hips press closer, a tiny whimper catching at the back of her throat. I pull back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths tangling. "You're so fucking beautiful," I whisper, my voice rougher than I mean it to be.

She giggles, a shy, breathless sound that feels like a secret. "You keep saying that."

"Because it's true." My thumbs brush her sides, feeling how warm she is under my palms, how easy she is to read when she's like this, soft, wanting, already mine.

Her fingers slip down, brushing the buckle of my belt like she’s testing her bravery. She looks up at me through her lashes, breath catching when I don’t stop her. Her fingertips fumble with the metal, careful, like she’s unwrapping something precious.

I catch her wrists gently, feel the tiny tremor in her pulse. “Slow,” I murmur, my voice low and sure. “We have all night, baby.”

She lets out a soft, shaky giggle, her lips parting as she nods, that sweet, obedient little nod that makes my chest squeeze tight. I slide my hands up her sides, tracing her warmth through the thin fabric before slipping the straps from her shoulders. The dress slips down her arms, pooling at her feet like it was made to fall for me.

She stands there in that tiny scrap of lace, all soft curves and trembling breath. I trail my fingertips along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. She shivers when I lean in, my mouth brushing the warm, tender skin. A tiny gasp escapes her lips, and I feel her press closer, like she wants to melt right into me.

I guide her backward, my hands steady on her hips until the backs of her knees bump the bed. She giggles, a tiny breathless sound that slips out before she clamps her lip between her teeth. She sinks down first on her knees, then lets herself ease back, hair spilling around her shoulders, eyes blinking up at me like she’s still not sure she’s allowed to be this wanted.

I stand there a second just soaking her in, the shy flush on her cheeks, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her thighs press together like she’s holding onto the last bit of her nerves. I lean in, brushing my thumb under her chin, tilting her head just so.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice lower now. “Body of a goddess. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. All for me.”

Her eyes flutter, a soft little sound caught in her throat. She tries to turn her face, but I catch her jaw, my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “No hiding, baby. Let me see every bit of you.”

When I sink to my knees at the edge of the bed, her thighs part without me asking. She’s trembling under my palms when I drag her panties down slow, kissing the soft inside of her knee. The second she’s bare for me, I swear my brain short-circuits, the warm, sweet scent of her, the shine of that pretty pussy just waiting.

I nudge her thighs open wider, palms sliding up her soft skin, feeling her tense and relax under my touch. When I kiss the inside of her knee, she lets out this shaky breath, her fingers curl tighter in the sheets when my lips move higher. Her hips give this tiny, helpless tilt like she’s trying to meet me halfway.

When my tongue finally slides through her folds, she gasps, a sweet, choked sound that makes my cock throb behind my zipper. I taste her slow, savoring every drop of that soft, slick heat. Fuck, she’s sweet, warm, messy, perfect.

“Oh, Tommy…” she breathes, her voice just a whisper but wrecked already. Her fingers slip into my hair, tugging, not to pull me away but to hold me there. “Oh baby… that feels so good, babe… don’t stop…”

I flatten my tongue against her clit, flicking it until her thighs jump. She lets out a breathless little cry, her hips rolling up, shy but desperate. Her voice cracks on a moan. “Fuck… oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh god, Tommy…”

I growl into her, my hands locking her hips down when she squirms. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her soft cries turning to these sweet, broken gasps as her pussy clenches under my mouth. She tries to hide her face with her arm but I pull back just enough to breathe, my lips slick. “Let me see you, pretty girl. I want to see you fall apart for me.”

Her arm drops, eyes fluttering, lips parted around the prettiest whimper. One more slow suck on her clit and she shatters, her thighs trembling, hips stuttering as she spills onto my tongue, whispering my name like a prayer.

She’s still trembling when I draw back, my mouth slick with her taste. I kiss up her belly, her chest, back to her mouth so she can taste herself on my tongue. She whimpers into the kiss, her hands slipping into my hair like she doesn’t want to let go.

When I pull back, she blinks up at me, cheeks pink, lips kiss-swollen. And then that look flickers across her face, soft, shy, but hungry for more.

She slips off the bed, her knees sinking into the carpet in front of me, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy like she’s already halfway gone. Her small hands fumble my belt open, that shy breathy laugh slipping out when my cock springs free. Her gasp is soft but filthy, a tiny sound that punches right through my chest.

“God… you’re so big,” she breathes, her voice just a hush like she’s confessing a secret. She wraps her hand around the base, tiny fingers barely closing all the way. She gives it a slow, testing stroke, her thumb brushing the vein underneath. Her eyes flick up to mine, lashes fluttering, then drop back to my cock like she can’t help herself.

She leans in, tongue flicking the tip, tasting the slick bead of precum. Then she parts her lips wide, so fucking wide, and sinks down slow. Her jaw stretches around the thick width, her moan humming up my length like a little thank you.

She pulls off with a wet pop, breathless, eyes glinting with that shy, wicked sparkle. “I love your cock,” she whispers, almost giggling. “It’s so big in my mouth…”

Then she goes back in, bolder now, lips wrapped tight, head bobbing slow and deep. She strokes what she can’t fit, her spit dripping down her fist. She moans around it, the wet slide echoing in the quiet room. Every time she pulls off, she rubs me over her cheek, her lips, even her forehead, marking herself with it like it’s her favorite toy.

I watch her, watch how she closes her eyes sometimes, head tilting side to side, hair brushing her shoulders. She’s so fucking hypnotic, lost in it like she’s in her own sweet little zone. Every soft moan makes my abs tense.

“Look at you,” I growl, brushing her hair back so I can see her face, that pretty mouth stretched wide, spit glistening on her chin. “You love it, don’t you? Love feeling it heavy on your tongue.”

She nods, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet mine. Her pupils are blown, cheeks burning, lips swollen. She moans around me like it’s the only thing she wants. I let the head slip from her lips and tap it against her cheek, her jaw, the bridge of her nose. She lets out this filthy little giggle, eyes rolling back when I slap it lightly against her tongue.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You love being messy, huh?”

“Mmm…” she hums, tongue out, eyes half-closed. She drags the tip along her lips, smearing herself more, then dives back in, bobbing faster now, her hand twisting the base, her throat humming sweet and needy around me.

When she pops off again, breathless, she giggles, a sound so sweet it makes me want to ruin her. “I love your cock,” she whispers, voice soft but filthy. “Love it all over my face. Makes me feel so good.”

I can’t help it, I drag my cock across her open mouth, across her flushed cheeks, her pretty forehead. She moans when I spank her lips with it, that sound vibrating through me like I’m the only man she’ll ever beg for.

I tug her up by the chin, her lips shiny, eyes soft and glassy like she’s half-drunk on it. She giggles, that shy little sound bubbling out when I brush my thumb across her spit-slick mouth.

“Come here,” I murmur, voice low, rough but warm. She scoots back onto the bed, her knees bumping the edge before she crawls up on her elbows, hair spilling over her shoulders. She looks back at me, cheeks flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling so fast.

I follow her up, my weight braced between her thighs. My cock drags along her soft, slick slit. I feel her shiver under me, a tiny gasp leaving her mouth when the tip bumps her clit.

“Oh god…” she breathes, hips giving this tiny roll that makes my pulse hammer. “Tommy… please…”

I groan, lining myself up, pressing just the head inside. She lets out this sweet, shaky cry, her thighs quivering. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight…” I rasp, my forehead resting against hers. I can feel her walls squeezing already, like she doesn’t know if she can take it.

I have to spit in my hand, smear it along my cock, rub it against her pussy, watching the way she trembles under me. "Breathe for me, Ayla," I whisper, softer now. "Just a little more. I got you."

She nods, biting her lip so hard I think she might draw blood. Inch by inch, I press deeper, feel her tense and then melt, her soft whimpers filling my ears like music. Her hands fist the sheets beside her shoulders, her thighs falling wider open for me, feet pressing into the bed like she's bracing to take every inch.

"Oh baby, oh fuck, you're so big," she gasps, voice catching. "Feels so good, oh god..."

I kiss her cheek, her neck, breathing her in. She smells sweet, sweat, perfume, that warm skin that's all hers. I rock my hips shallow, letting her get used to the stretch, her pussy sucking me in a little more each time.

"That's it, sweet girl," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "Just like that, you feel so fucking good around me. So perfect..."

I press deeper, feeling that tight grip of her pussy flutter around me, warm, wet, like she’s holding me there on purpose. Her nails bite into my shoulders, her breath coming in tiny gasps that turn me on more than anything I’ve ever heard.

I draw back, then sink in again, slow but steady. The slide is smoother now, wetter, her soft little cries mixing with the sound of our bodies meeting. Her thighs tremble, feet flexing against the sheets like she can’t keep still.

“Tommy… oh baby… fuck… feels so good,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut, then snapping open like she wants to see me, needs to. Her lips part on a moan when I thrust deeper, my hips pressing flush against hers.

I brush my mouth over her throat, kissing that soft skin while my cock drags along every sweet spot inside her. Her hips tilt up, chasing every stroke, those tiny, shy whimpers turning into helpless little gasps.

“You close, pretty girl?” I murmur, voice rough at the edges now. I feel her nod, her forehead pressing to mine as her whole body starts to tighten under me.

“Oh god, oh baby, I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum…” she cries out, her thighs squeezing tighter around my waist, her nails leaving little crescents in my back. I grind my hips deeper, my thumb brushing her cheek as her breath catches, then breaks apart.

She arches under me, her mouth dropping open on this sweet, choked moan that’s half my name and half a breathless whimper. Her pussy clamps down, pulsing around me so tight I have to grit my teeth to hold back. I keep moving through it, dragging every last shiver out of her while she melts beneath me, her voice gone to soft little gasps.

She’s still trembling when I kiss her shoulder, my hand sliding down to grip her hip. Her breath comes in tiny gasps, her pussy so slick I can feel how badly she wants it. She doesn’t even have to say a word.

I lean in close, my voice a low, warm growl at her ear. “I wanna fuck you from behind, baby, wanna see you take it like that.”

A soft gasp slips out, then she nods, shy but eager, and flips over for me. She settles on all fours, head down, ass up, her back arching into a perfect curve that makes my cock twitch. Her hair spills around her shoulders, her breath shaky as she looks back at me with that sweet, dazed grin.

I drag my palm down her spine, cup her ass, spreading her just enough to see how wet and glistening she is. My voice drops, warm but filthy. “Damn, look at you. So wet, so fucking ready to get fucked hard.”

She whimpers, then that sweet, breathy moan slips out, her voice shy but filthy. “Fuck yeah, Tommy, I wanna be fucked hard, please…”

That soft confession lights me up inside. I grip her hips tighter, line up, and rub the head through her folds, watching her push back, that pretty ass begging for every inch I’m about to give her.

I grip her hips tight, my thumbs pressing into that soft skin as I guide the tip right to her entrance. She’s so wet it slides through her folds easy, but that tight ring still grips me like she’s brand new all over again.

I push in slow, savoring every inch. She lets out this tiny, wrecked moan, her head dropping lower, forehead brushing the sheets, ass pushing back like she can’t help it.

“Ohhh… fuck…” I groan, my voice breaking when her pussy squeezes around me. “God, baby… you’re so tight… so fucking good…”

Her breath catches, a shy, desperate little sound. “Tommy… oh god… so deep… fuck, baby… just like that…” Her voice is soft but dripping with that sweet heat, like she’s half lost in it already.

I pull out just enough to feel that drag, then snap my hips back in, the smack of my hips against her ass echoing through the room. She gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets, knees bracing as her thighs tremble.

“Yes… yes… fuck me… just like that…” she cries out, her voice cracking on each thrust. Her sweet, shy moans turn raw when I grab her hair, just enough to pull her head up so I can watch her mouth fall open on every stroke.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” I growl, my palm sliding over her ass, giving it a sharp smack that makes her gasp and push back harder. “Taking every inch like a good girl…”

She chokes out a breathy laugh, half giggle, half moan, that shy girl breaking right open for me. “Oh fuck… Tommy… yes, yes, yes… gonna cum again… don’t stop… please…”

Her whole body shudders, her hips slamming back into me like she’s trying to take more than I can give. She lets out this raw, sweet cry as her pussy clamps down, milking my cock so tight I have to bite back a curse.

When she starts to come down, she twists, breathless, hair wild, eyes blown wide. “Fuck… Tommy… let me ride you… wanna feel you so deep… wanna ride you so good…”

I groan, flipping her under me, and she scrambles up, that shy girl gone, replaced by something wild and hypnotic as she straddles me, her pretty thighs shaking but ready to take everything I’ve got.

She scrambles over me, hair wild around her shoulders, eyes wide and glassy like she’s somewhere else already. She swings one shaky leg over my hips and settles down, her small hand wrapping around my cock to guide it right where she wants it.

“Oh fuck…” she breathes, her voice trembling as she rubs the tip through her slick folds. “You’re so hard… so big… I love it, Tommy… I love your cock so much…”

When she sinks down, the stretch makes her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open on a helpless, broken gasp. “Ohhhh… baby… so deep… fuck…” She wiggles her hips, thighs quivering as she settles all the way in, her pussy gripping me like she never wants to let go.

She braces her hands on my chest, breath coming in tiny, shaky moans. She starts to move, slow circles at first, that tight, wet squeeze so good I can barely think. It’s like watching something holy and filthy all at once.

“God, look at you,” I rasp, my hands sliding up to hold her hips, my thumbs pressing into that soft skin. “So pretty riding this cock… so fucking good for me…”

She lets out a soft, broken laugh, and then it happens. Something snaps wide open inside her. She drops her hands to my shoulders, nails digging in for balance, and she bounces harder, faster, her ass pounding down so sweet and loud it echoes off the hotel walls.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” she pants, her head thrown back, hair flying, tits bouncing wildly with every wet slap of her hips smashing down. Her voice cracks, raw, helpless little gasps that make my cock throb so deep inside her I swear I could cum right then.

“Goddamn…” I growl, my fingers digging into her waist. “Look at this… look at your ass, bouncing so fucking pretty for me… fuck, baby, you’re gonna break me.”

Her moans turn to high, desperate whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as she bounces like she’s trying to smash her sweet pussy all the way down to my bones. Her thighs quake, sweat drips down her throat, and she leans in close, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, her voice breathless and filthy.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet…” she pants, giggling through her wrecked moans. “I want you to feel me, every bounce, every inch, let me ride you till you can’t breathe…”

She slams her hips down again, the sound so wet and sweet it makes my brain short-circuit. “Mmmfuck… so deep… so fucking good… Tommy… you feel it? Feel how tight this pussy is?” She giggles, moaning when she feels me twitch inside her.

She rides me like that, almost lightning speed, ass jiggling, tits bouncing, voice a beautiful mess, until my abs clench tight, my growl ripping through the room. She feels it, giggles again, then pops off my cock with a slick, filthy gasp.

She drops to her knees between my thighs, tongue out, mouth open, eyes wide and glassy like the sweetest, dirtiest angel. “Cum for me, baby… drench my face… make me your messy girl…”

I stroke my cock over her lips, my voice breaking when I see that proud little smile. One more pull and I explode, ropes of hot cum painting her cheeks, her chin, the pretty slope of her nose. She giggles through it, rubbing the head across her lips and jaw, smearing it everywhere like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

“Mmm… look at me,” she whispers, licking her lips, her voice dreamy and low. “So pretty for you… your good, filthy girl…”

She stays kneeling between my thighs, giggling as she drags my cock over her cheeks, her lips, even nuzzling my balls, smearing every drop like she wants to wear it home. Her eyes peek up through her sticky lashes, so sweet and filthy at the same time.

“You like that?” I ask, my voice low, still catching my breath. “Making a mess for me?”

She hums, that dreamy smile blooming across her face. “Mmm… I love it. Love your cum, Tommy. I wanna feel it everywhere, your cock, your balls, all over my face. Now that I’ve felt it, I want it all the time. The messier, the better.”

I can’t help it, I laugh, chest still buzzing as I watch her rub it in with her tiny fingers like it’s a reward. God, she looks so good like this. “Fuck… you’re perfect,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “My sweet, messy girl.”

She giggles, licking a drop from her lip. “Always.”

Chapter 27

One More Taste

The hotel room was warm and quiet in the early morning light, just the faint hum of the city beyond the curtains. Ayla woke up tangled in the sheets, Tommy’s arm heavy around her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. She felt him before she even turned, that slow, lazy hardness pressed to her ass under the blankets, so thick and warm it made her thighs squeeze together before her mind caught up.

She didn’t move at first, just lay there, biting her lip as that sweet ache pulsed low in her belly. She rolled her hips back, just a little, testing him, and she felt him twitch against her, that low rumble in his chest that made her grin into the pillow.

“You keep doing that,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, his nose brushing her hair. “I’m gonna think you want more.”

Ayla let out a shy laugh, soft and airy, but she didn’t deny it. She peeked over her shoulder, eyes still half-dreamy, then let her gaze drop to the outline of him under the sheet, thick and heavy and hers. Her breath caught, cheeks blooming pink.

Tommy’s lips brushed her ear, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “You want to ride it, pretty girl… or do you want to be my messy little angel again?”

That made her laugh again, breathless and nervous, melting into a whimper when his hand squeezed. She didn’t answer with words, just wriggled out from under him, crawling down the bed on her elbows until she was between his legs, hair spilling wild around her shoulders.

She wrapped her tiny fingers around him, so thick in her hand it looked almost obscene, and gave him a slow, shy stroke that made his hips lift off the bed. Her eyes flicked up, wide and glassy, then dropped back down to watch the way his cock twitched in her palm. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste him, a soft moan humming from her lips.

She sucked him slow, messy, her breath catching every time he groaned for her. And when he was close, when his hand fisted in her hair and his voice dropped to a growl, Ayla pulled off with a playful little laugh and scrambled up onto her knees. She pressed her tits together, tilted her sweet, flushed face up to him, eyes so soft and wicked at the same time.

“Do it, baby,” she whispered. “Mess me up.”

His phone was already in his free hand, that wicked, proud smirk tugging at his lips as he hit record. Just five seconds, shaky and raw: Ayla’s laughter, her parted lips, her eyes rolling up as thick, hot ropes painted her pretty cheeks, her chin, her forehead. She squealed when it hit her lips, her laugh breaking into a soft, breathless moan as she dragged his cock across her tongue.

When it was done, Tommy tucked his phone away and brushed his thumb over her messy mouth. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured.

Ayla just let out a dazed little laugh, her fingers smearing the mess across her flushed cheeks like she wanted to keep it forever.

They cleaned up together, all shy touches and warm chuckles, then lay tangled for a while longer, legs brushing, her head on his chest. When they finally said goodbye, him driving one way, her back to her campus, Ayla felt like the whole world had changed inside her.

~

Back in her dorm building, she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. She practically skipped down the hall, her phone clutched to her chest. When Jess opened her door, she took one look at Ayla’s flushed cheeks and that giddy, wrecked look in her eyes and burst out laughing.

“Oh girl, I know that look,” Jess teased, pulling her inside by the wrist. “Come on. Spill it.”

Ayla flopped onto Jess’s bed, face buried in her hands, laughter bubbling so hard her shoulders shook. “It was… so good,” she breathed out, peeking up with wide eyes.

Jess perched beside her, grin wicked. “Yeah? How good?”

Ayla’s cheeks flamed. She fumbled with her phone, thumb hovering. “I didn’t think I’d love… watching myself. But I’ve watched it like… a dozen times already.”

Jess’s eyes went wide. “No way. You have a clip?”

Ayla squealed, hiding her face in Jess’s shoulder, then peeked out and handed over her phone. Jess hit play. The tiny clip glowed on the screen: Ayla on her knees, smiling as cum dripped down her chin, eyes half-closed in that soft, fucked-out daze.

“Oh my god,” Jess breathed, laughing so hard she nearly dropped the phone. “Look at you! Ayla, that’s so hot. That’s a messy face but damn, it’s pretty on you.”

Ayla squeaked, hiding her face again, but the warmth blooming in her chest was impossible to hide.

“God, we have to call Katherine,” Jess said, already tapping the screen. The video call popped up, Katherine in bed, hair loose, a wine glass in hand, eyes narrowing with that wicked glint.

“Well?” Katherine purred, eyebrow cocked. “How are my girls doing?”

Ayla hid behind Jess’s shoulder. Jess shoved the phone closer. “Look at this.”

Katherine watched the clip, a slow grin spreading across her lips. “Oh wow. That’s… that’s fucking hot. That’s a messy face, but it looks gorgeous on you, baby.”

Ayla peeked out, her whole body tingling at the way Katherine said it, like it was a crown she’d earned.

~

The screen went dark when Katherine hung up, Ayla still laughing under her breath as she tucked her phone into her lap. Her face was flushed pink, her legs pressed tight together like she couldn’t calm the throb between her thighs.

Jess stretched out beside her on the bed, hair spilling over her pillow, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “God, you look so fucking cute right now,” she teased, voice low and sticky. “Bet you’d do it again tomorrow if Tommy asked.”

Ayla just hid her face in her hands, laughing softly. “Stop…”

The dorm door clicked open. Kate stepped inside like she owned the place, tossing her bag to the floor. Her brow arched at the sight of Jess spread out on the bed, Ayla flushed beside her like she’d been caught mid-sin.

Jess didn’t give her a second to ask. She sprawled wider, pussy glistening in the low light. “Hey Kate. I’m dripping. Get your ass over here and eat me.”

Kate dropped to her knees like she’d been waiting all day for the command. She crawled up the mattress and buried her face between Jess’s thighs. The wet suck of her tongue filled the room, sloppy and shameless, the kind of noise that made Ayla’s pulse skip.

“God yes,” Jess groaned, grinding her hips into Kate’s mouth. “Eat that pussy like it’s your whole fucking job.” Her fingers knotted in Kate’s hair, yanking her closer. “Slut tongue. That’s it. You better make me cum hard.”

Ayla’s thighs pressed together as she watched, but Jess turned her head, caught her trembling stare, and smirked.

“See what a good bitch she is?” Jess taunted, then gasped when Kate’s tongue flicked just right. “Fuck… she’s desperate to please me. Never gets this pussy wet unless she’s begging.” Jess’s voice broke on a moan, her hips rolling hard. “Don’t stop, Kate. Make me squirt on your face. Prove you’re nothing but my pussy-licking toy.”

Kate whined into Jess’s slit, her face slick and shining. The more Jess cursed and tugged her hair, the harder Kate worked, sucking clit and sliding her tongue deep.

“Shit, shit, I’m cumming,” Jess gasped, voice ragged. She arched up, her thighs clamping tight around Kate’s head. “Ohhh fuck. Take it. Drink it, bitch. Swallow every drop.”

Kate moaned into her, grinding herself on the mattress as Jess’s orgasm tore through her, cunt flooding Kate’s mouth. Jess collapsed back against the pillows, hair sticking to her damp face, laughing breathlessly. “Good whore. Knew you’d make me gush.”

She licked her lips, eyes locking on Ayla like a predator. “Now, baby girl, your turn. Lay back.”

Ayla obeyed, body already shaking with need. Jess slid down, tugging Ayla’s panties aside. But when Kate tried to follow, eager to help, Ayla’s voice snapped sharp.

“No, slut. You don’t touch this pussy.” Her hand shot out, pointing at Kate, her tone trembling with raw power. “You kneel. You watch while Jess eats what you’ll never taste.”

Kate’s breath hitched, eyes glassy with humiliation as she knelt, thighs parted, face flushed.

Ayla dipped two fingers into her own slick, slow and dirty, before shoving them toward Kate’s lips. “This is all you get. Lick it clean.”

Kate sucked them in, moaning around Ayla’s fingers like it was salvation. Ayla laughed, dragging her thumb across Kate’s cheek. “Good little cuck. Stay there. Watch while she makes me cum so hard my pussy floods her tongue.”

Jess’s mouth sealed on Ayla’s clit, hot and relentless. Ayla’s hips bucked, her hand gripping Jess’s hair. “Yes, Jess… oh fuck, suck it, baby. Make her watch… make her watch every second…”

Kate whimpered, thighs trembling as she rubbed herself, too desperate to stay still, tears shining in her eyes from the ache of being denied.

Ayla’s climax ripped through her, thighs shaking, cunt clenching on Jess’s tongue as she cried out, “Ohhh fuck, I’m cumming. She’ll never taste this. Only you, Jess, only you.”

Jess pulled back with her chin dripping, licking her lips like she’d just devoured something forbidden. Kate stared, wrecked, humiliated, dripping down her thighs, denied and ruined.

Ayla leaned up, smirking, slick fingers dragging across Kate’s lips and cheek. “That’s all you’ll ever get, bitch. Secondhand sweetness.”

Ayla lay back on her bed, still warm, still flushed, the taste of herself lingering on her fingers. Her phone glowed softly on her stomach, screen open to Tommy’s name. She hovered for a second, thumb shaking with excitement, cheeks hot, heart racing from everything that had just happened.

Her fingers found their courage.

Ayla-

Miss you already. Can you come mess my face up for me again this weekend? Jess wants to watch. Maybe she’ll film too.

She hit send, a soft laugh escaping as she bit her lip, the sound low and breathy. Her whole body hummed, a slow, delicious thrum of want and memory. She already knew she’d be dripping for him by Friday.

~~~~~~~~~

Spring didn’t drift, it spiraled. After that messy dorm night, Ayla spent every spare weekend tangled up with Tommy and Jess, slipping away from her campus to fuck in hotel rooms, in Katherine’s big guest bedroom, even once in the backseat of Tommy’s car with Jess moaning beside them. She bloomed in it, shy girl gone sweet and savage when she rode, always begging Tommy for his cum, always wanting more.

Jess made it her personal mission to train her, dirty talk whispered in her ear while she sucked cock, soft confessions that turned to sharper ones when Jess pushed her mouth to say them out loud. Sometimes she’d make Ayla straddle Tommy right in front of the mirror and say whose pussy is this while Katherine watched, smirking with that big-sister pride.

By late April, Ayla didn’t even blush when cum splashed her face. She’d giggle, rub it in, and show off for whoever was watching. Tommy loved it, that sweet, shy look she’d get just before she slipped into that filthy trance. Katherine loved it more, watching her baby girl learn how to take it, how to be seen.

So when May rolled around and Katherine said Mirror Room, everyone knew it was time. One night. A wall of glass. Big cocks, filthy girls, and Ayla dead-center, the prettiest mess they’d ever make together.

This was what she’d been waiting for.