Sinful Submission

“The best part of college isn’t the freedom. It's having my tongue in my best friend’s p***y with a shadow watching closely.” RYDER Settling my eyes on the shadow behind the window, I shoved Sophia against the back door of the abandoned lecture hall. Her breath hitched the moment her back hit the wood, and my fingers were already under her skirt, claiming what was mine. I pulled down her undies and tossed it to a nearby dusty table. Her p***y was warm, wet and expectedly soaked. Like she knew this was going to happen. Of course, she knew. Not after our dirty chat last night. “You came prepared,” I growled into her neck. Her moan vibrated against my chest. “Always for you.” I slid one finger between her folds and her knees buckled. Her hands fumbled with my belt, but I slapped them away. “Not yet.” She whimpered. I sank to my knees. Her scent hit me like smoke—intoxicating and addictive. I buried my tongue into her heat and her hands flew to my head. “Ryder… oh f**k… oh God.” I licked, slow and deep. I circled her c**t with the flat of my tongue, then sucked on it. Her body jolted with every pass. She only deserves to be worshipped. “You taste better than anything I've ever studied,” I muttered. But even as I tasted her, the memory of that shadow lingered—burning under my skin. Like I was proving something to someone I couldn't see. Was it a student? A lecturer? A freak? Whoever it was, they hadn’t flinched. The shadow just stood there, watching me eat my best friend like it was a performance. Sophia's back arched off the door, her moans growing louder. When she looked ready to explode, I stood, pulled her skirt higher, swirled her ninety degrees and pressed the tip of my p***s against her soaked entrance. She gasped. “Please, just f**k me already.” I shoved in slowly. Inch by inch. Her v****a swallowed me like it had been waiting all day… And I tried to f**k the shadowy feeling away. Sophia bent further, shoving her ass into me, silently begging for more. I grabbed both her wrists, locked them behind her back, and placed my hand on her lower spine, holding her down while I slammed into her. “This feels so f*****g good,” she cried. “I love how your c**k always stretches me out. Ahh… fuck.” Her free hand reached between her legs, rubbing her c**t to chase her release. I growled then yanked off her hand. “You don’t get to finish alone.” I shoved my fingers between her folds alongside my p***s, making her scream. “Take that p***s like your life depends on it,” I growled, throwing my head back. But even as I said it, my thoughts flickered—To that shadow. To that chill that crawled under my skin. And why did it make me harder inside Sophia? “I’m close…” Sophia squealed. Her legs buckled. I wasn’t having it. “Wait for me, Baby.” “I… I can’t…” And then she came—her p***y clenching around me, her juices coating my p***s. “You defied me,” I said, my voice dark. “Do as you please, Ryder.” I grabbed her left leg, hoisted it over my right shoulder, and went deeper. My p***s hit the spot that always made her eyes roll back. “Right there… oh yeah… ahh!” She screamed and I slammed my lips onto hers to silence her. She bit my bottom lip. I tasted my blood. And I didn’t care. I kissed her like I needed her breath to survive. She melted into me, moaning into my mouth. “You always love to be a b***h,” I whispered. She winked. “Only for you.” Her hands roamed my shoulders, teasing every nerve. I pulled back to admire her flushed face. Then I slammed into her again. “I want to c*m again,” she begged. “Yes, baby. Do it with me this time.” Her body trembled as her second orgasm tore through her. The sound of her moan lit my brain on fire. I yanked her head back, forcing her to feel everything. “s**t. I can feel your c**k swell in me. Give me your c*m, Ryder.” Her words flipped a switch in me. My balls tightened. “Oh…” I growled. “Give it all to me,” she moaned. “Let your c*m flow out of my p***y till we reach the classroom.” My p***s exploded, spilling thick spurts inside her as my body shook. I buried my face in her chest, trembling. She winced playfully, stroking my arm. “I feel so warm and relaxed.” I finally pulled out, both of us panting. Her legs were wet, my jeans ruined. “You can’t expect to f**k like that and not mess up,” she chuckled. I nodded, pulling my pants up, trapping the mess against my skin. She smoothed down her gown, wore her undies and fixed her hair. I have a girlfriend—Bianca. She attends a different college. But Sophia, the one I just f****d is my best friend. However, she’s still the addiction I never quit. I was also the one who disvirgined her a week ago. And there are still things about me even my best friend doesn’t know. Things that moan in the dark. We walked out of the shadowy space and toward the halls. “The Biology lecturer would be in the lecture room any minute,” Sophia said, reminding me of the disaster ahead. The new one with big t**s, a mouth that made you think dirty thoughts, and curves that wouldn’t fit in my palms. This was only my second time in her class. But I had seen how she looked at me like she wanted me. Like she needed my p***s between her pretty thighs. And when I met her at the VC’s office days ago? Same damn stare. Truth is… she’s a fine-ass woman. And I’m already imagining what her wet, pink p***y would feel like when I slide into her. I can’t wait to try that. And when I do… she will know what an instrument of pleasure—p***s—truly feels like. ***** As we stepped into the hallway, students were pouring into the main lecture hall, their chatter a stark contrast to the mess Sophia made of me still dripping down my thigh. We paused just before the entrance of the lecture hall. “She’s coming,” Sophia whispered, nodding toward the far end. And there she was… Her white hair was pulled into a neat low ponytail. A tight pencil skirt hugged her hips and a blouse that's nearly straining to contain her breasts. Her lips were painted in soft rose—sweet on the outside, but I knew they would look better slick with spit and wrapped around my p***s. My p***s twitched at the sight. She didn’t walk. She prowled. Confident and dangerous like she knew what her hips were doing. Every click of her heel was a tease, and my restraint wore thinner with each step. She passed by, her eyes briefly meeting mine. And time slowed. That stare—slow, devouring, and deadly. She didn’t have to say it. She had been watching. She had seen everything. And f**k… it turned me on. Miss Alessia walked into the hall without a word. Fuck. “Ryder,” Sophia whispered, nudging me. “Stop staring. You’re drooling.” Everyone knows me as a f**k boy. So does Sophia. “Shut up,” I muttered, but my p***s was already hard again. Thankfully, I wore a condom boxer which packed it well. But, there was an obvious bulge. I don’t know what Alessia wants. But I know one thing… ‘They say I ruin women, I claim they beg for it.’