LOGINI never thought I’d be standing there in the dining hall, my heart pounding, staring at the back of some guy’s messy hair while my teammates laughed about something stupid. But here I was. Coach had been on my ass for weeks about my biology grade. Hawkins was a total hardass, and if I didn’t fix this mess by Friday, I’d be riding the bench for the rest of the season. No Nike posters, no starting spot, just me watching from the sidelines while everyone else played.I spotted him at the corner table with his nerd friends. Vincent. The TA for Hawkins’ class. Tall, lanky but with muscle in that quiet way, with those wired glasses and ruffled hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. He was wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants, arguing about video games like it was life or death. To everyone else, he was invisible. But I’d noticed him during lectures. The way he explained stuff at the board, calm and sure, like the complicated shit actually made sense to him.My stoma
Marcus carried me up the stairs like I was his favorite prize. One strong arm held my ass, the other wrapped tight around my waist. My soaked panties rubbed against his hot, sweaty skin with every step. I felt his thick, rock-hard cock pressing against my thigh. Fear and excitement twisted tight in my belly as he pushed open the big doors to his bedroom.The room felt dark and rich. Soft silk sheets covered the huge bed. Big windows looked out over the pool. The air smelled like his cologne and warm leather. Mom’s things sat on the table, but he didn’t even look at them. His eyes stayed locked on me.He kicked the door shut and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced softly, my skirt flipping up. My heart pounded … anger at how easily he moved me, fear of what came next, and a deep, shameful thrill at being wanted so badly.“Strip,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. He pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang out.It was massive. Thick, veined, and long. The fat head already leaked clear
I never should have come home early.The big house was quiet because Mom was off in Paris again, lost in her shopping and secret flings. The marble floors gleamed under the lights, and the room smelled of leather and whiskey.This place belonged to Marcus. My stepdad. At forty-six, Marcus looked like pure sin in a suit. Tall, broad shoulders, strong jaw with a hint of dark stubble, and those sharp grey eyes that could pin you down with one look. He owned half the city and had powerful men eating from his hand. Me? I was just Lila, his nineteen-year-old stepdaughter. The girl dropped into his world when Mom married him three years ago.I told myself I hated him. The way he set rules, watched my spending, and filled every room with his heavy presence. But hate didn’t explain the hot ache between my legs every time he said my name in that deep, bossy voice.I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my heels. My tiny denim skirt rode up my thighs as I walked barefoot toward the kitche
I spent most of the morning trying to act normal. Mom had me help her bake cookies for some neighborhood thing, and my step-dad was out running errands. Robb was supposed to be fixing something in the garage, but every time I looked up he was somewhere nearby,leaning in the doorway watching me, or walking past the kitchen with his shirt sticking to his back from the cold.Each glance felt heavier than the last. Like we had this secret now, and the air crackled every time our eyes met.Around noon Mom went upstairs for a nap. Step-dad still wasn’t back. The house got quiet again, that dangerous kind of quiet.I was wiping down the counter when Robb came in from the garage. His hands were a little dirty, sleeves pushed up, showing off the tattoos that ran down his forearms. He didn’t say anything at first. Just grabbed a glass of water and stood there drinking it, watching me over the rim.“You’ve been quiet today,” he said finally, setting the glass down.“Trying not to make it obvious
The movie ended but neither of us moved to change it. The TV just kept on playing some random trailer on low volume while the room got darker as the afternoon light faded outside. I was curled under the blanket, pulling my knees up, but my body felt too aware of everything,especially him.Robb had shifted closer at some point. Not obviously. Just enough that his arm along the back of the couch was now behind my shoulders, and every time I breathed I caught that warm, clean scent of him again. My heart hadn’t settled since breakfast.“You cold?” he asked, his voice low.“A little,” I lied. I wasn’t cold at all. I was burning up.He tugged the blanket higher over my lap, his fingers brushing my thigh through the fabric. His touch lingered for a second longer. As I swallowed hard.“Thanks.”He nodded, eyes back on the screen, but I could feel him watching me from the corner of his eye. The silence stretched again, comfortable but uncomfortable at the same time.“So,” he said after a min
I never thought I’d be back in Ohio this Christmas. Not willingly, anyway.My name’s Leslie. I’m twenty at NYU, crashing in a noisy hostel in the city. The last place I wanted to be was the quiet house in my boring hometown where my mom had just married some guy I barely knew. But when the phone rang at six in the morning and a calm male voice told me she’d had a “minor stroke” and I needed to come home, I threw my clothes into a bag and caught the first train out. My stomach was knotted the whole ride.When I finally dragged my suitcase up the front steps and knocked, the door swung open fast.He filled the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, with messy dark hair and sharp green eyes that locked on mine like he already knew me. A plain black t-shirt stretched across his chest, and tattoos peeked from under the sleeves,nothing fancy, just real ink on real skin.“You must be Leslie,” he said, voice low and a little rough. “I’m Robb. Come on in.”Step-bro
I swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.“Tell me to stop,” she b
I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt
I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.”He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany des
The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”Professor Kane. Just his name made my body react. A warm rush s







