Hate's Midnight Heat

At Blackwood Academy, Addie and Dalton were infamous for their public spats, trading barbs in the dining hall like sworn enemies. Yet after lights-out, they slipped into an empty storage room off the east wing, the air thick with forbidden thrill. "You absolute bastard," Addie hissed, shoving Dalton against the wall, her eyes blazing. "Everyone thinks I loathe you, and I do—except for this." He smirked, hands already on her hips. "Likewise, princess. Your sharp tongue only makes me harder."

Addie yanked his trousers down, freeing his cock, already hard and throbbing. "Talk is cheap. Prove it." Dalton spun her around, bending her over a desk, his fingers sliding between her legs to find her pussy wet and dripping. "Horny much?" he teased. "Only for the parts of you worth tolerating," she shot back, reaching back to stroke him. "Now shut up and fuck me before someone hears."

He thrust into her with one smooth motion, both of them gasping. Addie pushed back, riding his rhythm with fierce control, her ass slapping against him. "Deeper, you smug prick—yes, like that." Sweat beaded on their skin as the pace quickened, her pussy clenching around his cock. Dalton groaned, "God, you're tight. Keep talking; it makes this hotter."

Panting and sweating, they chased release. Addie came first, biting her lip to stifle a moan, her juices dripping down her thighs. Dalton followed seconds later, pulling out to spill cum across her ass. They collapsed against the desk, chests heaving, the room echoing with their ragged breaths.

The door creaked open. Serena, Addie's sharp-eyed roommate, stood frozen, a wicked grin spreading. "Well, well. Public enemies caught in the act. My lips are sealed—if you two let me join for a proper threesome tonight."

Addie straightened, unflinching, while Dalton blinked in surprise. "Deal," Addie said coolly, already plotting. "But we set the rules." Serena's eyes gleamed with promise as she slipped away, leaving the air charged for what came next.