Chapter 9: Primetime
Wednesday and Thursday sped past. Maggie took classes and outside of class spent time with her lovers. Thursday night, Leo convinced Maggie to stay the night. Much to their surprise, they spent a lot of time talking and studying, until they didn't. Leo was particularly aggressive that night, and Maggie relished it.
When she woke on Friday, she stretched against Leo and slowly stroked his cock to fullness. Maggie was in no hurry--she had arranged with Judy not to work this day, and her sole class was a makeup for an exam she had aced. So teasing Leo awake by licking him from balls to tip was just what was called for.
She started with the softest of kisses on his thighs, her breath hot and teasing as she worked her way up to his heavy balls. She cupped them gently in her palm, rolling them between her fingers as she planted a soft kiss on the delicate skin beneath. Leo groaned, his cock twitching against her cheek as she nuzzled her face into the warmth of his groin.
Maggie's tongue darted out, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock before she took the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the crown, tasting the first salty drops of pre-cum that beaded at the tip.
Her lips stretched around the thick head, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her throat already relaxing to accommodate his girth. The room was still dim with early morning light, the sheets tangled around their legs, but Maggie didn’t care about anything except the way Leo’s cock pulsed against her tongue.
Leo’s fingers tangled in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she took him deeper. “Fuck, Maggie—” he groaned, his voice rough with sleep and need. She hummed around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
Maggie pulled back just enough to let the head of his cock pop free from her lips with a wet *plop*, her tongue swirling around the crown to catch the bead of pre-cum that glistened there. She looked up at him through her lashes, her dark eyes full of wicked intent.
“Morning, baby,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep and desire. “Did you sleep well?”
Leo groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took him back into her mouth, her lips sealing around the thick shaft. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she bobbed her head, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock with each slow, deliberate stroke.
She raised her hand and pressed a finger to his lips, silencing anything more than his moans. Leo’s breath hitched, his hips twitching upward as she took him deeper, her throat fluttering around the thick head. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room—her lips smacking against his skin, the obscene *squelch* of her mouth working his cock, the ragged gasps of his breath as she drove him closer to the edge.
Maggie pulled back just enough to let the head of his cock slip from her lips with a wet *pop*, her tongue swirling around the crown to catch the bead of pre-cum that glistened there. She looked up at him through her bangs, and he grinned sleepily down at her as he sucked her finger between his own lips, in a reflection of what she was doing to him. She smirked and took him still deeper in her mouth, relaxing her throat.
She loved the way he filled her, the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, the way his breath came in ragged gasps as she took him to the back of her throat. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against the soft flesh of her throat, and she swallowed around him, her throat muscles fluttering around his thick shaft.
Leo groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took him deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Maggie’s eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t pull back. She loved the way he filled her, the way his cock throbbed in her mouth, the way his breath came in ragged gasps as she took him deeper and deeper.
The sound of her gagging was wet and obscene, her saliva coating his cock as she took him to the base with a final swallow that made his hips jerk upward.
Leo’s cock pulsed in her throat, his fingers tightening in her hair as he sucked hard on her finger, tongue wrapping around it hungrily. She playfully fucked his mouth with her finger as she mouth-fucked his cock.
She pulled back just enough to let his cock slip from between her lips with a wet *pop*, her tongue flicking over the sensitive slit to catch the bead of pre-cum that welled there.
Leo groaned, his cock twitching in her grip as she stroked him slowly, her fingers slick with her own saliva.
“Fuck, Maggie,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”
Maggie smirked, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock as she gave him a slow, deliberate stroke. “That’s the *point*, baby,” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth and down my throat.”
Leo’s breath hitched as she took him back into her mouth, her lips sealing around the thick head as she swirled her tongue around the crown.
The taste of him—salty, musky, *male*—filled her senses, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk upward. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to swallow him whole, her nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base of his cock.
“Fuck—*Maggie*—” Leo groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she bobbed her head. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working his cock filled the room—the obscene *squelch* of her lips sliding up and down his shaft, the ragged gasps of his breath as she drove him closer to the edge.
Leo groaned and captured her head between his hands and slowly drew her back until the head of his cock remained in her mouth. Maggie watched as his balls receded a little and his cock seemed to grow thicker. Then he gave a soft roar and pulsed, his cum filling Maggie's mouth again and again. Maggie swallowed hungrily, her eyes on Leo's as his cock spurted into her mouth.
She moaned around him, the thick, salty ropes of his cum hitting the back of her throat. She could feel it sliding down, coating her tongue, filling her mouth until she had to pull back slightly to swallow, her throat working as she took every last drop.
Leo's cock twitched again, a final spurt of cum painting her lips. Maggie licked them clean, her tongue darting out to catch the last beads of cum that clung to the head of his cock. She sat back on her heels, her fingers still wrapped around the base of his cock, her lips swollen and glistening.
"Fuck, Maggie," Leo groaned, his voice rough and breathless.
He collapsed back onto the pillows, his chest heaving as he watched her lick the last drops of cum from her lips. His cock twitched weakly in her grip, still sensitive from the powerful orgasm she had wrung from him. Maggie smirked, her fingers still wrapped around the base of his shaft, giving him a slow, teasing stroke.
"Good morning to you too, baby," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before releasing him and crawling up his body. She straddled his hips, leaning forward until her rigid nipples dug into his chest.
"I'm going to need a shower," she murmured, her voice husky with lingering arousal. She shifted her hips, the slick heat of her cunt pressing against his still-sensitive cock. "Do you care if your hallmates watch us bathe?" She wriggled against him. "Because I honestly don't...." Her hips rolled forward, the slick heat of her cunt dragging against his cock as she teased him with slow, deliberate movements. The tip of his shaft slid through her folds, already glistening with her arousal, and Leo groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips as he tried to guide her closer.
Maggie smirked, her movements tauntingly slow as she kept just enough space between them to deny him the fullness he craved. She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You like that, baby? Like how I tease you?”
Leo groaned, his hips jerking upward in a futile attempt to get closer. Maggie leaned a little and gave him an open-mouthed kiss as she squirmed against him. Leo groaned into her mouth, and Maggie drew back and looked down at him with her head propped on her hand. "Shower. I'm either doing it here with you or going back to my dorm, lover." Maggie said, her voice a low purr as she traced a finger down Leo's chest. "I've got a big night ahead, and I need to be fresh for it."
Leo's eyes darkened with curiosity, but he knew better than to push. Maggie had her secrets, and he respected that. "Fine," he grumbled, his voice still rough with sleep and lingering arousal. "But don't think this is over. You're not leaving me hanging like this."
Maggie smirked, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before rolling off him. "Wouldn't dream of it," she said, her voice teasing. She opened the door and walked out into the hall and down to the communal bathroom, her bare ass swaying as she entered and started the shower.
The steam rose quickly and she stepped under the hot spray and began to lather her body with a bar of soap she had found there. She was just beginning to wash her hair when the door to the bathroom opened and Leo hurried in, taking his place directly behind her and lathering her up. Laughter followed, and Leo enjoyed his groping possession of Maggie's full, wet breasts.
He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp, then leaned in and whispered, "You're so fucking *bad*, Maggie. Teasing me like that, then leaving me hard and wanting."
Maggie leaned back into him, her ass pressing against his cock, which was already stiffening again. "You love it," she murmured, turning her head to capture his lips in a deep, wet kiss. The water cascaded over them, washing away the last traces of sleep and leaving only the heat between them.
Leo’s hands slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping between her thighs. His fingers found her slick and ready, and he groaned into her mouth.
Another man walked into the shower and stood on he near side of the divider, oblivious to the couple on the other side.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his eyes locked onto Maggie’s soapy curves with open appreciation. His gaze roamed over Maggie’s body, lingering on the water droplets clinging to her skin, the way her hips swayed as she turned her back to Leo, and the way her ass looked in the rippling water. He licked his lips, his cock already growing hard as he watched her.
Leo felt Maggie’s body tense slightly at the man's presence, but she didn’t pull away—she leaned into Leo’s chest, her ass grinding against his cock, which was already stiffening again with renewed arousal. Leo groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed himself against her.
The new guy—some lanky sophomore with a cocky grin—didn’t even bother to hide his appreciation, his eyes roaming over Maggie’s soapy curves with shameless hunger.
Maggie felt the heat of Leo’s gaze on her skin, but more than that, she felt the solid press of his body against hers, the way his cock twitched and hardened between them, trapped between the soft flesh of her ass.
She turned her head slightly, her lips parting in a silent invitation as Leo leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted of salt and need. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them tighten and bead under his touch.
Maggie arched into him, her breath catching as she felt the stranger’s gaze on her, the weight of his stare like a physical touch. She knew he was watching, could practically feel the heat of his eyes tracing the curve of her spine, the way the water sluiced down her skin.
Leo’s fingers slipped lower, teasing between her thighs, and Maggie moaned into his mouth, her legs parting just a little, giving him access. The stranger’s breath hitched—she heard it, a sharp inhale over the sound of the shower—and she couldn’t help the way her hips rolled back against Leo’s cock, the way her body responded to the attention.
Leo’s voice was a low growl in her ear.
"You like being watched, don't you?"
Maggie didn't answer with words. Instead, she reached behind her, her fingers wrapping around Leo's cock as she guided him between her thighs. The stranger's breath hitched again, and Maggie could practically feel his eyes burning into her skin as Leo's cock slid against her slick folds. She turned her head slightly, catching the stranger's gaze through the steam. His towel had slipped, revealing a cock that was already half-hard, his hand resting on it as he watched them.
Leo’s fingers tightened on her hips, his breath hot against her neck. "You want him to watch you take me?"
Maggie bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. Then she nodded. "I think I do. Ruin me." She didn't break eye contact with the stranger, her free hand reaching behind her to grip the back of Leo's neck. The shower's steam blurred everything beyond them, but she could still make out the hungry look in his eyes, the way his hand worked his cock slowly while he watched.
She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do it," she demanded quietly. "I want him to watch me take you."
The admission sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt Leo's cock twitch between her thighs, hardening even more at her words. His hands slid around to grip her waist, his thumbs pressing into her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.
Maggie's breath hitched as she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her, already slick with her arousal. The stranger's gaze was like a physical touch, making her skin tingle with anticipation.
"Tell me what you want," Leo murmured against her ear, his voice rough with need.
Maggie arched her back, pressing herself against him. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want him to watch you fuck me."
The words sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and she could feel Leo's cock throb in response. He didn't need any more encouragement. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into her, filling her completely.
The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of him inside her sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Maggie gasped, her fingers digging into Leo’s forearms as she adjusted to the fullness. The stranger’s gaze burned into her, and she could feel his eyes tracing every movement, every gasp, every shudder.
Leo groaned, his breath hot against her neck as he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck, Maggie," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so fucking good."
Maggie moaned in response, her body already clenching around him. She could feel the stranger's eyes on her, the weight of his stare making her skin tingle. Her breasts rocked with Leo's slow thrusts, and she tilted her head back in deflight.
The steam from the shower swirled around them, creating a hazy veil that only heightened the intimacy of the moment. The stranger’s hand moved slowly along his cock, his gaze locked onto where Leo was buried inside her. Maggie bit her lip, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Leo’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in with a deep, satisfying groan. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the shower stall, mingling with the running water and the stranger’s ragged breaths.
Maggie could feel his eyes on her like a physical touch, tracing the way her body moved with Leo’s thrusts, the way her breasts swayed with each deep stroke.
Leo’s voice was rough in her ear. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing he’s watching you take my cock.”
Maggie whimpered, her fingers curling into the slick tile wall as Leo’s hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that made her toes curl. She moaned and said, "I like taking your cock. That he's enjoying watching you enjoy me is just gravy." The stranger’s hand moved faster along his shaft at her words, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he watched them.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Leo groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "You're going to have two men come for you, and not even touch one of them." Maggie groaned as she heard the roughness in Leo's voice, that and the sense of wonder. "Just fuck me, lover, and show off your slut to him. Show him how you use me." Maggie's voice was a breathless whisper, her body trembling with the thrill of being fucked and watched. Leo's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving faint red marks on her skin as he began to move in earnest. The stranger's breath hitched, his hand working his cock faster as he watched Maggie's body take Leo's thrusts.
Leo's voice was rough in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine, Maggie. No matter who watches, no matter who wants you—you're *mine*."
Maggie moaned, her body arching into Leo's as he drove into her with deep, powerful strokes. "Fuck yes, only yours, baby!"
The poor voyeur couldn't take any more. With a deep gasp he released, his body spasming as a massive load erupted from him to land at Maggie's feet. He spurted several times, never as strongly as the first. But the sight and sound of what Maggie was doing to him was enough to drive Maggie over the edge as well. Her cunt gripped Leo's cock hard as she jerked against the wall. For his part, Leo was unrelenting, now fucking Maggie hard and deep with resounding thwacks as their bodies crashed together.
The shower stall echoed with the wet, slapping sounds of their coupling, the groan of the pipes, and the ragged breathing of the stranger who had just come watching them.
Maggie’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body seizing up as Leo buried himself to the hilt inside her. Her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock as she cried out, her voice bouncing off the tiled walls. "Fuck, Leo—*fuck*—"
Leo’s hips stuttered against her, his own release building as he felt her tighten around him. "That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice rough with effort. "Come for me. Show him how good a slut you are." Maggie's response was a hungry whimper, but her eyes met those of the watcher, and she held his gaze as she slowly licked her lips.
Leo noticed and a red hot bolt of lust rocked him to his core. He didn't feel an ounce of jealousy, but instead a deep wonder and passion for the hot woman giving her all for him. He had no doubt that Maggie was his, and was indeed, as she had put it, showing her off. And he found he really liked it.
The way she looked at the other guy, the way she was *his* but also *theirs*—it was intoxicating. He didn’t mind sharing her gaze, her attention, her pleasure. Because in the end, it was *his* cock inside her, *his* name she was gasping, *his* hands gripping her hips as he fucked her through her orgasm.
The stranger’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as he watched them, his own release painting the tile in thick, pearly streaks. Maggie’s eyes flicked down to where he’d come, then back up to meet his gaze again, her lips curling into a wicked little smile.
The stranger let out a shaky breath, his gaze locked onto the glistening evidence of her arousal dripping down her inner thighs—and the way she didn’t seem in any hurry to clean herself up.
Leo chuckled darkly behind her, his hands still gripping her waist possessively. “Looks like someone’s enjoying the show a little too much.”
Maggie nodded, then reached between her legs and fondled Leo's balls. "Finish in me, Leo. Let him see how gloriously you fuck me." Maggie purred, her voice low and sultry as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the slick tile wall. The stranger's eyes widened as Leo's cock slid out of her, glistening with her arousal, before he thrust back in with a wet slap that echoed through the shower stall.
Leo groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks as he picked up his pace. The stranger's breath hitched, his hand moving faster along his shaft as he watched Maggie's body take every powerful thrust. Her breasts swayed with each impact, the water cascading over her skin making her look like some kind of erotic water nymph.
The stranger's hand was a blur now, his cock already stiffening again as he watched Leo's thick length disappear inside Maggie's tight cunt over and over.
"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, so hot," Leo growled, his voice rough with effort as he pounded into her. "Such a good little slut for me, letting him watch you get fucked."
Maggie moaned, her fingers curling against the tile as Leo's cock stretched her perfectly. "Harder," she gasped, her voice breathy.
"I want him to see how you ruin me."
Leo's breath hitched, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The stranger's eyes were glued to where their bodies met, his own cock twitching in his grip. Maggie could feel the heat of his gaze like a physical touch, tracing the way her body moved with each of Leo's powerful thrusts.
Leo's voice was a low growl in her ear. "You like that, don't you? Knowing he's watching you take my cock like a good little slut?"
Maggie whimpered, her body trembling as Leo's cock stretched her to her limits. "Yes," she breathed. "I love it. I love being your slut. I love being watched while you fuck me. I love being yours."
Maggie's voice was a breathless whisper, her body trembling as Leo's cock stretched her to her limits. The stranger's eyes were locked onto them, his hand moving faster along his cock as he watched Leo's thick length disappear inside Maggie's tight cunt over and over.
Leo groaned, his fingers digging into Maggie's hips as he pounded into her, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the shower stall. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Take my cock like a good girl. Show him how beautiful my slut is."
Maggie whimpered as Leo's thrusts grew harder, deeper, each snap of his hips making her breasts jiggle with the impact. Water streamed down her skin, making every sensation more intense. She could feel the stranger's gaze burning into her, could practically hear his ragged breathing over the roar of the shower.
Leo's voice dropped to a rough growl. "You going to come for me again, Maggie? You going to come while he watches you get fucked?"
Before Maggie could answer, the stranger came again at her feet. Maggie immediately convulsed again, her girlcum squirting all over Leo. The stranger just whispered "Holy fuck!"
Maggie's cunt grasped Leo's cock like a vise and he howled as well. Maggie pulled off of Leo and turned, kneeling before him. The first spurt of his release hit her between the eyes and then he painted her face, very little of his seed getting into her mouth. That is, until Leo finished and Maggie turned back to face the stranger, scraping Leo's seed from her face and sucking it from her fingers.
The stranger's eyes widened, his cock already stiffening again as he watched her lick her lips clean. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Maggie smirked, her eyes locked onto the stranger's. "Like what you see?" she purred, her voice low and teasing. She reached up, her fingers tracing the curve of her own breast, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make it stand at attention. The stranger's breath hitched, his hand moving faster along his shaft.
Leo chuckled behind her, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. "You're so fucking bad," he murmured, his voice rough with admiration.
Maggie finished scraping Leo's cum into her mouth then promptly forgot about the voyeur. She turned back to face Leo, found the soup, and began to scrub him, wiggling her ass as she did. The voyeur slunk away, leaving the two of them alone. Maggie snickered and asked Leo, "Did he even use his soap?" She glanced down at the stranger's discarded bar of soap floating in the drain, then back up at Leo with a sly grin. "Poor guy just stood there with his towel."
Leo chuckled darkly, his fingers still tracing circles around her wet breasts as he pressed himself against her again, his cock already stiffening once more. "Some people don't know how to make the most of their opportunities," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement.
Maggie rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t move away, her hands still roaming over his slick skin as she washed him thoroughly. The water ran clear now, the last of the steam dissipating as the bathroom began to cool slightly.
Maggie’s fingers traced the hard planes of Leo’s chest as she rinsed the soap from his skin, her touch lingering just a little too long on the ridges of his abs. He caught her wrist, his thumb brushing over her pulse point, and she could feel the way his heart still raced from their shared pleasure. "So tell me, Leo. How should he have taken advantage of his opportunity?" Maggie mused, her voice a honeyed purr as she paused, her soapy hands sliding up to tangle in Leo's damp hair. His dark eyes locked onto hers, pupils blown wide with the lingering heat of their encounter. The shared adrenaline still hummed in the air, thick and electric, like the aftertaste of a kiss you never wanted to end.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, her breath a warm whisper that made his skin prickle. "That poor man, just standing there with his own soap and towel. He could have been *part* of something beautiful instead of just...watching?"
Leo’s grip on her hip tightened, and she could practically hear the smirk in his voice before he even answered. "Oh, I don’t know," he murmured, his free hand sliding down her back to palm her ass. "But I have a few ideas."
A playful gasp escaped Maggie as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttock, squeezing just enough to make her squirm. She arched into him, her own hands dragging soap-slicked circles over his chest. The heat between them hadn’t completely faded—it never did, not when Leo was involved. It simmered just beneath the surface, ready to burst into flames at the slightest provocation.
And watching Maggie like this? That was provocation enough.
Maggie's eyes flickered down, catching the way Leo's cock had already begun to rise again, thick and heavy between them, the skin flushed dark with blood. She bit her lower lip, her teeth catching the soft flesh, and let out a slow, deliberate exhale that fogged the air between them.
"Well, baby, any time you want to fuck me in front of your friends, all you need to do is ask. " She leaned up to kiss him gently and turned the water off, grabbing the towel to begin buffing his hair dry. "But what's more important...did you enjoy it, Leo?" Maggie asked, her voice a soft purr as she pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, her breath warm against his damp skin.
Leo glanced down at her with an intensity that made her belly flutter, his dark eyes tracing the way her towel barely clung to her breasts, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. “More than anything,” he admitted, his voice rough with sincerity. “But you know that already.”
Maggie smirked, the towel slipping slightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing his collarbone. “I didn't know it,” she murmured. She handed LEo a second towel and worked on patting her hair dry. "I know you like our love-making. But possession and exhibitionism...that's new and delightful." She paused, her fingers tracing the damp line of his jaw. "I like it. I like that you like it."
Leo caught her wrist, his thumb brushing over her pulse point, feeling the way her heart still raced from their shared pleasure. "You're something else, Maggie," he murmured, his voice low and rough with admiration. "I've never met anyone like you."
Maggie's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "And you never will again," she whispered, her voice teasing but edged with something deeper, something that made his chest tighten. "Because I'm yours."
Leo's breath caught. Maggie’s words hung between them, damp and heavy with meaning.
Maggie exhaled, her chest rising against his as she tilted her head back, letting the towel fall from her hair. Water droplets clung to her lashes like tiny crystals, catching the dim light of the bathroom. She looked up at him, her dark eyes burning with an intensity Leo had never seen before—not even when she was taking him deep in her mouth, not even when she arched against him in the shower while a stranger watched.
“You’re mine,” she repeated, softer now, almost as if she were convincing herself. “And I’m yours.”
Leo’s hands slid from her waist to her shoulders, then up to cradle her face. His thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone as he studied her, really studied her—this girl who had somehow become the center of his universe in such a short time. Maggie blinked up at him, her lashes still damp, and he could see the faintest tremor in her lower lip.
“You’re mine,” she said again, and this time it wasn’t playful, wasn’t teasing. It was an anchor. It was a vow.
Leo swallowed hard. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Yeah, I’m yours.”
He leaned down slowly, giving her time to pull away, time to change her mind.
She didn’t. Her breath hitched as his lips finally met hers, soft at first, then opening to allow his tongue access. Maggie kissed him back with a hunger that surprised even her let alone Leo, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders much like he was doing to her own shoulders. The kiss deepened, wet and slow, tongues tangling together in a dance that was as much about possession as it was about desire. When they finally broke apart, Maggie’s lips were swollen and her breathing ragged.
Leo rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing. “You’re *insatiable*,” he murmured, a soft laugh escaping him.
Maggie looked up at him and repeated, "I'm *yours*. And if you want to bend me over a bench at the quad and fuck me right there, I'll do it." Maggie’s voice was a low, sultry purr, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Leo’s chest as she leaned into him. The damp towel had slipped down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool air of the bathroom. "I’ll take you anywhere, anytime, in any way you want. In front of anyone you want."
Leo’s breath caught in his throat. The words sent a jolt of electricity through him, straight to his already half-hard cock. He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening on her hips. "Maggie—"
She cut him off with a soft, knowing laugh, her lips brushing against his collarbone.
"Don't overthink it, baby. I'm not asking you to *actually* fuck me in the quad. Not yet, anyway." Her fingers traced the damp line of his jaw, her touch featherlight but deliberate. "But I want you to know that I'm yours. Completely. Without limits. Without hesitation."
Leo exhaled sharply, his breath warm against her forehead. "You're going to be the death of me, woman."
Maggie smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "But what a way to go, right?"
She stepped back just enough to let her towel drop completely, standing before him in all her naked glory. Then she picked it up. "Come on, baby. I hope that my hard work this morning at least earned me breakfast. She wrapped the towel around herself and tugged Leo's hand, leading him back to his own room and inside.
Together they dressed, with lots of fondling. Breakfast was lovely and Leo had never seen Maggie eat so much. When they were done, they stood just past the entrance to the cafeteria. Maggie leaned into him and kissed him slowly. "I'll miss you tonight." Her hips rubbed against him. "But the girls have plans." Maggie said with a sigh, her breath warm against Leo's lips as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. "Claire and I are going to a party. Some big bash in the art building. You know how it is—painters, poets, people who think they're the next Picasso or Sylvia Plath. It's gonna be *wild*."
Leo's fingers tightened around her hips, his thumb tracing slow circles against the denim of her jeans. "And you're going to be the center of attention," he said, his voice low and rough.
Maggie giggled. "Oh, I don't know. I think you underestimate Claire. When was the last time you spent any time with her? She's not the same person."
Maggie's voice was soft, almost wistful, as she leaned against Leo's chest. The cafeteria hummed around them, the clatter of trays and the murmur of conversations a distant backdrop to their intimacy. "She's... different now. More confident. More *herself*."
Leo arched an eyebrow, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Maggie's back. "Different how?"
Maggie bit her lip, her eyes flicking to the side as she considered how to explain. "You know how she used to be—, always wanting to be the center of attention but always failing. But now..." She trailed off, a small smile playing at her lips. "Now she's *alive*, Leo. Like she finally stepped out of the shadows and into the light. It's like she's been holding her breath for years, and now she's finally breathing."
Leo's fingers stilled on Maggie's back, his dark eyes searching hers. "You sound like you're describing yourself."
Maggie blinked, then let out a soft laugh that was more breath than sound. "Maybe I am. Maybe we're both just... finally figuring out who we are."
She pressed closer to him, her body fitting against his like two puzzle pieces. The scent of his cologne—something woodsy and warm—mixed with the lingering traces of their earlier shower, and Maggie inhaled deeply, letting it fill her senses.
"I'll miss you tonight," she repeated, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "But I think you'll like the new Claire. She's... surprising."
Leo's hands slid down to cup her ass, pulling her flush against him so she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into her belly. "I don't know if I like the idea of you at some wild art party without me," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "What if some pretentious painter tries to hit on you?"
Maggie smirked, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'll call you so you can come to the party and fuck me in front of him." She wiggled her eyebrows. Then she kissed him again. "I'm *yours*. Trust me." She kissed him softly and squeezed his fingers. She finally pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with promise. "Tell me how much you adore me."
Leo groaned, his hands still gripping her waist possessively. "Maggie," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I adore everything about you. Your laugh. The way you bite your lip when you're thinking. The way you look at me like I'm the only man in the world when we're together. The way you take my cock like it was made for you." He paused, his thumbs brushing over the denim covering her hips. "I adore the way you trust me. The way you let me touch you, fuck you, love you, without hesitation." He leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead. "I adore you."
Maggie's eyes glistened with unshed tears and she leaned into him. "I love you too," she whispered against his chest. "I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’ll spend my life showing you just how much."
The words hung between them, tender and true. The noise of the cafeteria faded into the background as they stood wrapped in each other's arms, time seeming to pause in that perfect, fleeting moment.
Then she pulled away, looking back at him. "I'll text you in the morning. Promise." Maggie winked once, then turned and strode off to her dorm where she intended to study, nap, and then get Claire and herself ready for Judy.