Inside

The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Each step toward his made your pulse flutter, all you could think about was that dick, it felt very wrong... but also very right... your body was on autopilot.

A whimper catches in your throat when you reach his door, Your knuckles hover at his door, trembling. You can already picture him, and his huge cock. You bite your lip, you can stop, you can go home, find another way to clear your mind.

The door clicks open without you knocking, as if he already knew you were here. Your breath hitches as a sliver of light spills into the hallway, illuminating his silhouette. The scent of his cologne, something musky and intoxicating, hits you before you even see his face.

A deep voice rumbles from the darkness, "Took you long enough babe."

Before you can even think to turn back, a large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you inside. The door clicks shut behind you, locking you in with him. The air is thick with something unspoken, something inevitable. In your mind, a voice screamed, telling you to just go home... you ignored it.

His fingers tighten around your wrist, pulling you flush against his chest before you can gasp. The heat of his body sears through your thin top as his other hand cups the back of your neck, tilting your face up. "Missed you," he growls against your lips a heartbeat before claiming your mouth. The kiss is hungry, insistent, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip until you whimper and part for him. Your back hits the door with a thud as he crowds you against it, one thick thigh slotting between yours.

You couldn't believe it, your former friend when you were a guy, now kissing you, passionatly as a woman, you felt wanted, needed, as a heat swelled within you. But there was another feeling, disgust.

His tongue plunged deep, stealing your breath as his hands slide down to grip your hips, only for the sharp creak of a door hinge to freeze you both.

"Jesus fuck," His roommate’s voice slices through the haze, followed by the harsh flick of a light switch. You flinch, the sudden brightness searing your vision as you’re caught pressed against the door, skirt rucked up from his thigh still wedged between yours.

"Dude," he drawls, "How about a room?"

Tyrone's hands freeze on your hips, but his lips curl into that cocky smirk you know all too well. His roommate's eyes dart between the way your lipstick is smeared a cross Tryone's mouth and the way his fingers are still digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Jealous?" Tyrone drawls, voice rough with interrupted desire, thumb tracing the lace of your panties where they bite into your skin.

The roommate scoffs, but you don't miss the way his gaze lingers a second too long on the way your chest heaves against Tryone's. "Yeah, real broken up about it," he mutters, but doesn't move from the doorway.

The roommate's gaze drags up your body with a slow, knowing smirk. "Damn, o this is amber" he drawls, leaning against the doorframe like he's settling in for a show. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with something that makes your skin prickle. "You're such a fucking slut."

"Yeah she is!" Tyrone's laughed, his grip tightening on your hips in warning, "Thing's she does man!"

The roommate's words make your thighs clench around Tyrone's leg.

"Heard you last Thursday night," he continues, stepping fully into the room and kicking the door shut with his foot. "Screaming his name loud enough to wake the whole goddamn house, Tyrone tyrone, fuck me, I love your big black cock! lmao"

Tyrone's grip tightens on your hips, his thumb digging into the soft flesh as he turns his head just enough to smirk at his friend. "Told you she's a screamer."

The roommate’s fingers graze your waist, rough and possessive, as he leans in close enough for his breath to ghost over your ear. "You really gonna let him treat you like some cheap fucktoy?" His voice is low, mocking, but there’s heat underneath it, something that makes your pulse stutter. Tyrone’s grip on your hips tightens in warning, but his roommate just laughs, dragging his knuckles up your spine. "Bet you’d beg even prettier for someone who gives a shit."

Your breath hitches as the words coil hot in your belly, thighs trembling where they’re still pressed around Tyrone’s leg. Your breath hitches as the words coil hot in your belly, thighs trembling where they’re still pressed around Tyrone’s leg. The thought flickers through your hazy mind, just yesterday, you were one of the guys, laughing with them over beers, slapping shoulders like brothers. Now their hands burn brands into your soft new flesh, their voices dripping with hunger as they crowd around you like predators circling prey.

"Hey come now Marcus, you know she's my girl!" Tyrone chuckles at his friend, and squeezing one of your tits. You bite back a whimper, not from pain, but from the dizzying realization that they see her now, only her, the way your hips arch into their touch, the way your breath shudders when their hands roam. Yesterday’s jokes over spilled beer are ashes in your mouth. They didn't remember that.... they remembered you being Tyrones blonde fuck sleeve.

You remembered how they used to brag about their conquests, about how they'd fuck em, now you realised, that was you. You gulped. And looked at the 2 men. What was even happening right now?