A/N: Mature(ish, I know 🤪) content.

"Hey," I grunted out my greeting at Li.

Most of Li's classes were in Boyer Hall, a tall building with square cement forms and large black windows stacked up like columns. After a close encounter of the 'what the fuck just happened?' kind, I sat down on a thick cement wall, tinted the same pinkish-peach at the bricks on most campus buildings and internally stewed until my roommate's small form approached me.

I couldn't imagine what looked like more of a hot mess on me, my still braless pajama state, the sweat that dripped down the sides of my temples from how quickly I stomped away from Jake, or the most likely enraged, feral animal look that burned my corneas because he'd shown up here on my first fucking day of class.

He's got balls, I'll give him that.

No, no I won't. Don't think about his balls Harper.

Worst part is I still have no idea why he showed up.

"Hi Harper." Li shot me the same deer in headlights look that pretty much every oncoming sidewalker gave me, but thankfully she followed it up with just a shaky smile and pointed at the sidewalk away from her lecture hall building. "First class go... okay?"

"That was fine," I muttered, then lifted my eyes to the grassy area ahead of us.

UCLA didn't have a central 'quad' area like most schools but sure had a lot of grassy areas between its wide sidewalks. On this particular day, while Li and I walked through Royce Quad, basically a patch of grass between the Royce Hall, Powell Library, Haines Hall, and the Humanities buildings, my mind was zeroed in on one topic, a very unwanted off-campus visitor.

How the fuck did he find me? I never once mentioned the School of Law to him.

While Li and I walked to lunch, my ears tuned out the UCLA facts she offered, like which four buildings were the school's original campus buildings that inspired the overall architecture for the rest of campus. Instead, my attention fixed on the rows of tables that lined each side of the sidewalks.

"Student club day," Li explained with one hand cupped over her eyes under the bright midday sun. "So if you want to join any -"

"I'm good," I cut her off with a raised palm because, frankly the last time I'd joined a school club, I'd flashed the computer science club guys my breasts in exchange for on-demand computer hacking-related services.

Still worth it.

Nevertheless, Li and I weaved past yellow and blue cloth-covered table after table of student representatives and her polite nature slowed us down on our way to lunch. Despite how Li's eyes lit up at certain options, I made sure that we quickly bypassed past both the Quidditch and Disney Clubs. My feet stopped abruptly at a relatively nondescript table that had drawn the most interest going off the crowd that lingered in front of their blue tablecloth.

From three tables up, all I saw was two chiseled guys sat on stools behind their table like every other club representative, veiny forearms crossed over their broad chests. But once I recognized those two particular guys, one blonde and the other my paralegal class neighbor, Quidditch and Disney both became the most fascinating club ideas I'd ever heard of.

"Oh shit," I mumbled and turned so I guided Li in the opposite direction but she had other ideas.

Fortunately, Li had stopped a few tables behind me, her nose buried inside a pamphlet for the Entomology Club. A bright smile lit up her face and her dark eyes sparkled over the red-eyed grasshopper or cricket on the cover.

"Harper!" she called out and waved me over, which had the exact opposite effect that I'd hoped for.

"Harper?" My shoulders curled up towards my neck at the male voice that called out behind me, followed by a few heavy footsteps and a warm hand rested on my shoulder.

With a quick look over my shoulder, I plastered a tight smile on my lips and looked up at my greeter. "Hey Kieran."

"Funny running into you here," he remarked with a tiny sparkle of recognition in his light green eyes. A few rays of sunlight highlighted his blonde hair and a small dimple creased his right cheek as he grinned.

"What are you doing over here?" I lifted my chin in EJ's direction, who fortunately chatted animatedly with the crowd Kieran abandoned in his steps over here.

"Football booster club asked us to participate, we're running a raffle for free season tickets" Kieran explained with a slight shoulder lift but his grin only widened.

Both my eyebrows arched. "Aren't student tickets free?"

"They are." He nodded tightly. "But these are clubhouse level, next to the President's box. Remember your phone number yet?"

"Kieran -" I started and stifled a snort at how Li's eyes widened at Kieran right before she slipped her face behind her bug pamphlet like a shield.

Definitely asking her about that later.

"Relax, you know I'd never try anything." Kieran's platonic offer hit my ears but I wasn't sure how to interpret it.

My eyebrows raised and I stated the obvious, "Says the guy who kissed Ellie without consent in high school."

His grin faltered slightly under my verbal blow and a hint of guilt passed over his eyes. One of his large hands lifted across his chest and absently rubbed over his left shoulder. "Yeah, about that. I did apologize to her but Jake made sure I learned my lesson."

"What did he do?" I frowned at this old news development.

"Gave me a black eye," he replied in a flat voice. As if he read my follow-up question, he added, "My mom rubbed concealer all over it until it healed."

Neither of us needed the obvious explanation of why Jake had hit his best friend because in high school he acted fists-first and processed thoughts second. I'd never understood the ape-like behaviors of guys who punched out their differences, laughed it off, then acted like the disagreement never happened.

Girls are so much easier. We just hold grudges indefinitely.

"You know I'll do worse," I warned him but my empty threat only earned me a curious glance.

"Question I have is why the fuck Jake Harrison was on campus today, along with eight other USC players..." Kieran's expression hardened into a look like he already knew the answer but wanted my admission. "From what EJ told me, I assume it's -"

"I don't know why," I answered honestly.

Kieran's mouth parted and he stared at me like he couldn't believe my response. "You really need me to spell it out for you, Harper?"

A subject change was more than needed because my not-relationship with Jake wasn't any of Kieran's business. "What happened between you two?"

At EJ's shrill whistle and gestured 'Come here' hand wave, Kieran handed me a crumpled, folded over slip of paper. I unfolded it, caught two tickets that fell out, and frowned down at a flier that advertised a party this weekend.

"Come Saturday and I'll fill you in," was all Kieran said before he turned and left me with my mouth slightly parted.

My eyes skimmed over the party details, then nearly rolled out of their sockets.

Bikini party. Of course it is.

"Un-fucking believable," I fumed and slammed my dorm room shut so hard the walls rattled quietly.

Stomped steps from campus, on my way to Boyer Hall to the Court of Student Sciences, where we grabbed a quick lunch, had left both me and Li sweaty and flustered as her short legs struggled to keep up. After a slightly awkward lunch where I hid Kieran's football game tickets and party invitation from Li and fumed about stupid-ass football players while we ate quietly. She gave me a confused look and went to her afternoon class while I stomped my way back here probably like a charged bull.

Not even the solitary walk back to our dorm and the silence that greeted me here cooled me off.

If Jake's presence wasn't embarrassing enough, then Kieran's insistence that Li and I attend their football party is the worst idea I've heard of.

These motherfucking football players. Definitely didn't see any two and a half years at community college and I've already seen three on my first day of classes here.

I flopped my bag down on my desk chair, stripped off my sweat-soaked clothes, and reached for my shower caddy. My teeth gnashed together tightly, every inch of my skin flamed hot, I panted like a gorilla in heat to the point where I barely saw straight, and my shaky hand paused mid-air when I caught the near-enraged look in my eyes reflected back in my makeup mirror.

Only one way to fix that.

With a grunt, I flung my arm over my bed, grabbed my 'tampon' box, and fished out HNV. Our shower was beyond small but all I needed was a wall and it definitely had three of those.

My hand slammed the dildo's suction side onto the wall under the shower faucet, where it sprung back a few times and jiggled into stillness. Sprays of cold water offered a short-lived relief over my heated skin but offered no help against the enraged anger inside me.

What part of no means no is hard to understand?

If I was in a calmer mood, then I probably would've been impressed by Jake's forward efforts. But, at this particular moment, I was angry - angry at him for how he'd showed up unannounced, pounced on me at first chance, pinned me between his arms with that damn, dark, look in his eyes, fucking had a girlfriend with more hot air between her ears than a blimp -

No, scratch that last part.

With a sigh, I pressed my lower back against the cold tiles, spread my legs, palmed my left hand against the opposite shower wall, and shoved my right index and middle finger inside me. A low groan left my lips at the wetness my fingers threaded into, the wall of arousal my traitorous vagina erected after one half-conversation with Jake, and squeezed my eyes closed.

Don't think about him now... not the bigger muscles, not the rough stubble, not -

"Fuck," I cursed as my mind flipped through a highlight reel.

The first, second, third most recent one-timers offered no help and once the need for release overcame my dignity, I opened the vault of the last time Jake and I were together. We'd torn apart the ski cabin's living room and fucked five times in three hours, with extended play time in between that crashed me through six orgasms.

Fuck, this is so wrong.

My fingers rubbed so aggressively inside my inner walls at the memories, I was surprised I hadn't scratched myself with my nails. A small sting erupted around my left nipple when I groped my breast roughly, squeezed as hard as his larger hands had in a mix of insistent touch but Jake moved slower with a level of patience that both fanned my irritation and turned me on further. His fingers squeezed into my hips while he lifted one of my legs and hooked it around his lower back, then pressed his tip right into my entrance with one buck of his hips upwards.

I groaned, slacked my head backwards against the shower wall, and released moan after moan while my fingers rubbed my insides until they slicked and squeezed my fingers like a vice grip. My mind wasn't here in this shower but back in a winter cabin, my lower back curled up off a soft black fur rug and not hard, ceramic tiles, my arms pinned over head, and fingers tangled around a set of sharp bearskin rug teeth instead of plunged deep inside me.

The warmth that flowed around me wasn't from the water but Jake's large frame, his tight, corded muscles glistened with sweat as he bucked his hips like a fucking pile driver, his cock threaded in and out of me as we groaned and grunted to satisfaction. Water pelted me where previously nips and stings were placed by his teeth as he grazed them over my chest, bit down into my shoulders, and his lips sucked hard on the side of my neck.

My hips rocked against my fingers, thrust for thrust as my brain shifted positions, with my ass lifted up in the air over the sofa's armrest, and Jake's fingers dug into my hips while he railed into me doggy-style. Merciless tugs joined us together, the tip of his finger outlined the sensitive ridges in my back hole before shallow entrances pushed me into an orgasm that rattled my spine and dripped fluids down my thighs just like now.

Except for one obvious fact.

"Fuck, not enough..." I groaned and bit down on my lower lip. With one quick reach, I snatched up the dildo, slapped it onto the wall between my legs, then shifted into position and rode it backwards.

With both hands free, one hands' fingers worked over my outer folds, rubbed circles around and pinched the warm, soft flesh in my still-not-bare folds, slicked with arousal but the near pressurized pain in between my legs warned me my orgasm wasn't even close. With one press down onto HNV's on-switch, small vibrations racked through my inner walls like a small electric current and I pinched my clit between my index finger and thumb.

My knees bobbed as I shifted up and down on the dildo until the splattered sound of water droplets was drowned out by the groans I released as the familiar tension finally, finally coiled tightly in my gut. I was beyond frustrated as the pliable plastic moved within me into all the right spots and edged me close, so close, to the relief that I practically cried for at this point.

Think harder.

I squeezed my eyes shut, shifted my brainspace to the stairs, where I knelt behind Jake. My hand gripped his cock tightly as I jerked him off while my tongue circled around his back hole in a move that turned me on just as much as him. My nostrils flared open at the memory of his faint masculine smell, mixed with the tint of salt from his perspiration and the musky smell of our earlier rounds of sex. The surprisingly soft skin on his asscheeks nestled against my cheeks like two warm pillows and my hand that wasn't jerking him off clutched tightly onto one of his muscular thighs.

Jake's loud groans and curse word strings still lingered in my memory. The way I'd made him come apart without him penetrating me raised both my internal body temperature and desperation that I burst open this fucking dam of lust. My inner walls squeezed tighter around the dildo but my movements turned sloppy and uneven once I realized my imagination fell short.

Fuck. What is wrong with me?

I flipped the highlight reel over and over, to the sight of the head of his cock as the small slit opened and hot cum spurted out over my chest, the near feral look in his eyes that shifted into an instant burst of relief. In a kegel-like move, I clenched my muscles around HNV and fluid trickled out of me but my trusty friend failed me here.

Fuck!

The final shred of my dignity left me when my mind moved out of the long-term past and into the short-term possibilities. Jake's face from earlier, wrenched in irritation but the want, the need that burned behind in his eyes throbbed suggestive pulses through my core area. His arms caged around me, the rough brick scratched into my back while he slammed into me, right after class, in front of every pair of wide eyes and gaped open mouth.

"Let them see..." His voice growled out in my mind and my body flinched in reaction. My inner release valve finally burst, my inner muscles clenched painfully, then all the pressure rolled out and subsided as my orgasm slicked over the dildo down to its balls.

A weightlessness sensation filled me, my shoulders slumped, and I dropped my chin down to my chest, where it bobbed with my ragged, gasped breaths.

Fuck, I need serious, serious help.