Chapter 2: The First Blackmail Fuck

I locked the dorm door behind me with shaking hands, the echo of my own footsteps sounding too loud in the silent hallway. The hoodie I’d thrown on was still damp with sweat and someone else’s cum, and I could feel it soaking through the fabric, warm and sticky against my bare skin. Every step made my pussy clench and my ass ache from the double penetration, two thick loads already threatening to spill out onto the floor. My mouth tasted like Marcus’s cock—salt, musk, and the faint metallic tang of cum—and I kept swallowing because I couldn’t stop. My tits felt heavy and swollen, nipples dragging against the thin hoodie with every movement, leaving faint wet streaks on the material.

Ethan was supposed to be at the frat party by now. The text I’d sent him still sat on my phone, “I had a great night,” glowing in the dark like a promise I was already breaking. I didn’t know if I was going to keep that promise. The video on my phone was burning a hole in my hand—12 seconds of my own face twisted in pleasure, my pussy stretched around another man’s cock, my body shaking as I came for a stranger.

I was so lost in the shame that I almost walked straight into Jamal.

He was waiting in the stairwell, two flights up from my floor, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, wearing the same smirk he’d had in the maintenance building. His cock was already half-hard, tenting his jeans obscenely. “Miss me already, baby?” he drawled, voice low and rough. “You left in such a hurry. Thought you’d need a proper goodbye fuck.”

My breath caught. I tried to push past him, heart slamming against my ribs. “Jamal, I—I can’t. Please. This is crazy. I have to go home.”

He didn’t move. Instead he reached out, fingers brushing the back of my hand, then sliding up to my wrist. His touch was light, almost casual, but his eyes were anything but. “You’re dripping. I can smell it from here. All that hot cum leaking out of you. You gonna let me add more before you go see your boyfriend?”

I shook my head, but my body betrayed me—my pussy throbbed so hard I bit my lip to stay quiet. The hallway was empty, but the risk was deliciously dangerous. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could hear me if I moaned. I hated how my nipples tightened, how my breath shortened.

He laughed softly, stepping closer until his chest brushed mine. “Cute. You’re already soaked. Let’s go to my car. Right now. I’ll be gentle. Well ... mostly gentle.”

I didn’t say no.

The walk to his car was torture. The parking lot was still dark and almost deserted, only a few distant streetlights cutting through the night. Every time my shorts rubbed against my swollen clit, I had to bite back a whimper. Jamal kept his hand on my lower back, fingers occasionally dipping under the hem of my hoodie, tracing the curve of my ass. Each brush made me gasp. By the time we reached his beat-up sedan, my thighs were trembling.