Page 23 of Kings of the Campus

Once he pulls away, Tessa is panting hard, looking up at us with a glazed expression, bliss radiating from her. She smiles, eyes locked on Alec for a moment before flicking to meet mine. I see the happiness there and it sets off something funny inside me, making my stomach clench.

“Alec’s turn,” she says, shuddering as she wipes her brow.

“Saving the best for last,” he teases, kneeling between her thighs. He brushes hair out of her face and her eyes twinkle in amusement at his joke. He’s often so serious so it’s nice to see him relaxed and playful right now.

Once the two of them are slotted together, Alec gently picks her up so she’s in his lap, holding her close as they begin. I move so I’m behind her, helping to hold her up since she’s starting to get tired.

Devin moves to the other side, rubbing her clit in circles as Alec lazily fucks into her, letting her get used to him before he picks up speed. They stare into each other’s eyes, and it should feel like I’m intruding on their moment but instead, I feel privileged to see this side of Alec and know that Tessa is helping him come out of his shell little by little.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss her. She giggles and leans her head on his shoulder as I continue to hold her up. His thrusts get faster quickly, probably keyed up after watching Devin and I have our turns with her, and it isn’t long before he’s tipping over the edge, clutching tightly to Tessa’s body as he releases.

Tessa whines as Devin continues to tease her and I reach forward to keep Alec in place. “Use him, sweetheart, he can take it,” I whisper. “Use Alec for your own pleasure.”

Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes a third time, a weak whimper escaping her.

“Good girl,” I say, brushing the damp hair that sticks to her forehead away from her face. “You did so good. You took all three of us. You took us so good.”

Tessa nods, slumping against me as Alec starts to pull out.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Alec says, glancing at Devin, who grabs the towel and begins wiping her down. “You can stay here as long as you need.”

“Will you be here?” Tessa asks, a sleepy expression on her face, eyes half-lidded as a tiny yawn slips out.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Alec assures her.

The four of us lay together on the bed, Tessa in the middle like a sandwich as we all relax after that intense experience.

Going into this party, I had no idea what was going to happen but I’m glad things turned out the way they did. I only hope that this means we’ve all turned a collective corner and can move forward amicably.

14

TESSA

Istep out of the Sigma Theta a few hours later, the cool night air hitting my skin, bringing me down from the heady whirlwind of everything that just happened. My heart still beats faster than normal, a soft smile lingering on my lips as I head down the sidewalk, replaying the moments in my head. Who would’ve thought it would end like this? All the tension between us, the banter, the playful conversations culminating in a night that I’ll never forget.

The breeze ruffles my hair, and I tug my jacket tighter around myself, feeling a little giddy as I walk. It’s late, and the campus is quiet, but for once, the silence doesn’t bother me. I feel lighter, more at ease than I have in a while. For the first time, things between me and the Sigmas seem like they might have calmed down in some crazy way.

But as I turn the corner toward my dorm, the lightness in my chest starts to fade. I glance over my shoulder. It’s empty behind me—no one around. Still, a weird prickling sensation creeps up my spine, the kind that makes me want to look again, just in case.

I keep walking, my footsteps quickening against the pavement while the streetlights cast long shadows ahead of me. Every few steps, I steal glances over my shoulder, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that’s now gnawing at me. It’s probably nothing, I tell myself. Just the leftover adrenaline making me jumpy.

But then I swear I hear footsteps. Faint, but there. My stomach clenches. I don’t stop, don’t slow down, just keep walking until I finally reach the door to my dorm building. Swiping my key card with shaky hands, I slip inside and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Once I’m safely in my room, the feeling should go away, right? I should feel secure. But the second I step inside, a different kind of unease washes over me. Something’s off. I glance around—everything looks normal at first glance. Same bed, same desk, same clutter.

But then I notice it—little things. The stack of books on the corner of my desk is shifted, as though someone’s thumbed through them. My chair is pulled out a couple of inches, just enough that I know I didn’t leave it like that. My phone charger, usually on the nightstand, is now coiled on the floor by my bed.

Unease settles into the pit of my stomach, clouding over the joy I’d felt earlier after leaving Sigma Theta. Was someone in my dorm room? I feel jittery all of a sudden, the adrenaline rushing back full force. Before I can take another step, a jingling noise startles me so hard that I nearly jump out of my skin.

Pressing a hand to my racing heart, I roll my eyes at myself when I realize it’s just my phone alerting me of an incoming text. Grabbing for it, I pick it up to see a message from Valencia asking how the night went.

I fire off a quick text to let her know that I’ll tell her about it tomorrow before placing my phone on my nightstand and slipping off my rumpled clothes. It’s the wee hours of themorning and I’m exhausted from earlier. I have a class in the morning so I desperately need to get some sleep.

Brushing off the incidents as paranoia, I take a fast shower and throw on an old T-shirt before climbing under my covers. I’m out in mere moments and by the time I wake up in the morning, I’ve forgotten all about my stuff being moved.

My heart feels light as I head to the campus café, hoping to run into Alec this morning. He’s not there but then I remember he has a midterm today, so I grab my usual vanilla latte and sit down, only slightly disappointed that I don’t get to see him.

Something prickles at the back of my neck and I glance around, wondering if someone is staring at me. No one is looking at me though, too busy drinking their coffees or working on homework or essays. I brush it aside again and check my schedule. I have a meeting with the staff at the paper later today and I’m planning on recording a podcast episode this evening, but besides my morning class, I’ve got some free time.

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