**Title: Late-Night Study Break**

I never thought the bike storage room would be the hottest place on campus, but here we are.

It started when I caught her sneaking a glance at me during our late-night study session in the dorm common area. Sarah, a freshman with sun-kissed blonde hair and a body that made my dick twitch every time she stretched in those tight leggings. She was playing with her pen, biting her lower lip, eyes flicking down to my crotch just long enough to make my pulse jump.

“You look stressed,” she murmured, leaning closer. “Need a break?”

I smirked. “What kind of break?”

She grinned, grabbed my hand, and led me downstairs to the deserted bike storage—dim, musty, and totally private. Before I could say a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her fingers already working my zipper down.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she pulled my cock free, already half-hard from just the walk down here. Her small fingers wrapped around me, pumping slowly as she licked her lips.

“Mmm, nice,” she whispered, before leaning in and running her tongue up my shaft, swirling it around the head. I swore under my breath, my hips jerking forward instinctively. She laughed softly and took me deeper, her hot mouth closing over my cock as she sucked just the tip, teasing me.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently. “God, Sarah… your mouth feels so good.”

She moaned around me, the vibrations making my balls tighten. Then, without warning, she took me all the way down, her nose pressing into my stomach as she swallowed me whole. I hissed, my knees almost buckling. Fuck, she was good—no hesitation, just hungry, wet suction as she bobbed up and down, spit dripping down my length.

“Shit, just like that,” I growled, thrusting shallowly into her throat. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull back, her fingers digging into my thighs as she took me deeper. The sounds were filthy—wet slurps, her breath hitching around my cock, the slick slide of her lips stretched around me.

Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her leggings. “You getting off on this?” I rasped.

She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Yeah, fucking love sucking your cock.” Then she dove back down, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks like she was desperate for every drop.

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight. “Gonna come,” I warned, tugging her hair.

She moaned, her pussy grinding against her own hand as she took me back between her lips, bobbing faster. That was all it took—I came hard, pulsing down her throat as she swallowed eagerly, milking me with her tongue.

Finally, she pulled off, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. “Better?”

I yanked her up, crashing my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. “Fuck yes. Now let’s see how wet you are.”

Her breath hitched as my fingers slid under her waistband, finding her soaked.

But that’s a story for another time.