The campus library at Riverside University closed at midnight, but the side door stayed unlocked for "special students." Jax had texted Lila the code an hour after their dorm-room welcome party. Third floor stacks. Back corner. No panties. Bring Marcus if you're brave.
She was.
Lila's heart hammered as she slipped through the heavy oak door, the faint scent of old books and polished wood mixing with the low hum of the emergency lights. Her short plaid skirt swished against her bare thighs, the cool night air kissing her already-wet pussy with every step up the marble stairs. The white cropped blouse from the cover image was tied just under her breasts now, black lace bra on full display, nipples hard and begging.
Jax waited in the shadows between the towering shelves, leaning against a ladder like he owned the place. Shirt unbuttoned, jeans low on his hips, that wicked smirk already in place. Marcus was right behind him, arms crossed, muscles flexing under a tight black tee, eyes dark with hunger.
"Took you long enough, freshie," Jax murmured, pulling her in by the waist. His mouth claimed hers instantly—deep, filthy, tongue fucking her mouth while his hands slid under her skirt and cupped her ass. "Still dripping from earlier?"
Marcus stepped in from behind, pressing his hard cock against her back. "Let's find out." Two thick fingers pushed between her legs without warning, sliding through her slick folds. "Fuck, she's soaked. Good girl."
Lila moaned into Jax's kiss as Marcus pumped slowly, curling his fingers just right against that spot that made her knees buckle. Books loomed around them like silent witnesses. The risk—the chance that a security guard or late-night studious senior might wander by—only made her wetter.
"On your knees," Jax ordered, voice low and rough.
She dropped right there on the worn carpet between the stacks. Jax unzipped first, his thick cock springing free, already leaking. Marcus followed, longer and curved, veins pulsing. Lila took them both, alternating—sucking Jax deep while stroking Marcus, then switching, gagging softly when Jax pushed to the back of her throat.
"Shit, look at her," Marcus groaned, threading his fingers through her long dark hair. "Taking us like a pro already."
Saliva dripped down her chin onto her cleavage as they used her mouth, trading off, whispering filthy praise. The wet sounds echoed softly between the shelves—gluck, gluck, gluck—until Jax finally pulled her up.
"Desk. Now."
The old wooden study table in the corner creaked as they bent her over it. Jax flipped her skirt up and buried his face between her cheeks, tongue plunging into her pussy from behind while Marcus fed her his cock from the front. Lila's moans vibrated around him, eyes watering with pleasure.
Jax stood, lined up, and slammed in—deep, hard, one stroke that made her cry out around Marcus's shaft. They found their rhythm instantly: Jax pounding her from behind, hips slapping loud against her ass, Marcus fucking her throat in perfect sync. The table rocked. A book fell off the shelf with a thud.
"Quiet, baby," Jax growled, spanking her hard enough to leave a pink handprint. "Don't want the whole campus knowing what a slut you are for your TA and the quarterback."
But she couldn't stay quiet. Not when Marcus reached under her and pinched her clit while Jax railed her G-spot. She came hard—shaking, squirting down her thighs, muffling her scream on Marcus's cock.
They didn't stop.
Marcus took her next, flipping her onto her back on the table, legs over his shoulders. He fucked her slower, deeper, eyes locked on hers while Jax straddled her chest and slid between her tits, using the spit and cum already there as lube.
"Gonna fill you up tonight," Marcus promised, thrusting harder. "Both of us. One after the other. Then together."
Jax came first, painting her breasts and throat in thick ropes. Marcus followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her pussy until it leaked out around him.
But they still weren't done.
Jax lifted her like she weighed nothing, sitting on the edge of the table and pulling her onto his lap. Marcus stepped in behind, pressing against her tight back entrance—slow, careful, slick with her own juices and their cum. Lila gasped as they filled her completely, double-penetrated, stretched and owned between two hard bodies.
They moved together—slow at first, then faster, the three of them panting, sweating, the slap of skin and desperate moans filling the quiet library. Lila came again, harder than before, vision whiting out as wave after wave crashed through her.
When they finally pulled out, she was a beautiful wreck—cum dripping down her thighs, blouse ruined, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction.
Jax kissed her forehead, almost tender. "Library's open every night after hours, baby. Same time tomorrow?"
Marcus grinned, wiping a streak of his release off her cheek and pushing it between her lips so she could taste them both. "Bring that pretty little skirt again. We're just getting started on your extracurriculars."
Lila smiled, already aching for more.