Fingers swapped for cock once more, and this time I tried really hard not to tense up. The three orgasms since dinner, plus all the tequila, it wasn’t hard to stay loose as he worked the broad tip of his dick inside my ass.
“Good girl,” Ethan praised, watching over my shoulder as I gasped and whimpered. “You’re doing so good, Lilith. You can take more, can’t you?”
Unable to form words, I jerked a frantic nod. Brodie grunted, his fingertips digging into my hips as he pushed deeper. The feeling was so full, so incredibly stretched and stuffed, I couldn’t fathom what it’d be like to still have Ethan in my pussy right now.
“Holy shit, I’m going to bust any second,” Brodie admitted. “You’re so fucking tight and it feels incredible.”
“That’s okay,” Ethan replied, his hand cupping my face and his thumb stroking over my lower lip. “Practice makes perfect, right, Lilith? We might have to fuck this ass every day for a week, but eventually you’ll be begging for more.”
Holyshit. His words alone were going to make me come again. And now that I was growing more accustomed to the stretch, I was actually enjoying myself.
“Bro…” Brodie groaned.
“Where do you want Brodie to cum, Lilith? On your back? In your ass? Your choice, Ms. Lewis.” His voice had taken on a smoky, sex-drenched quality that I could easily get high on.
I wet my lips again, my tongue brushing over Ethan’s thumb, and I gasped for breath. “In my ass,” I decided.
Those words alone seemed to trigger Brodie and his carefully controlled movements snapped, his hips surging forward and a whole lot more cock jamming into me as he came. My insides tensed and quivered, the whispers of another orgasm teasing me as hot jets of cum shot into me where no cum had ever been before. Somehow Ethan was in tune with my body, because he reached down and gave my clit a firm pinch, sending me spiraling.
“That’s my girl,” he purred, kissing my hair.
“Our girl,” Brodie corrected, his voice already thick with sleep. “I’m calling big spoon tonight.”
“Who the fuck said you could sleep over?” Ethan grumbled even as he rearranged us all into the bed with heads on pillows and limbs intertwined together.
Brodie laughed, kissing my sweaty shoulder. “Evie babe did. Shh, Professor, go to sleep. You have classes to teach in the morning.”
Thank fuckI don’t have early classes. Neither does Brodie. Maybe we can work on that practice thing…
38
EVELYN
“Well, don’t you look rested and refreshed.”
I spun around to find Nina with her hands on her low-rider jeans, staring me up and down. “I swear, this is the first time I’ve seen you without designer bags under your eyes. It’s a nice freaking look on you, girl.”
With a shake of my head, I had to laugh. “I know there’s a compliment in there somewhere.”
She waved me off. “You know you're hot. You just always have thatburning the candle at both endsvibe going on. And you pull it the hell off, which only makes me hate you a little.” Her expression softened. “But it is nice to see you so well rested.”
If only she knew that all it had taken was ten orgasms, a cock in my ass, and spooning between two hot-as-sin men all night. As per previous nights with my guys, I’d slept without a single nightmare between Brodie and Ethan. One of them was a sprawler, the other was a cuddler, and yet somehow, it had been the most comfortable sleep I’d had in years.
“Wanna grab some lunch?” I asked, my stomach rumbling as a reminder that we’d raced out the house without breakfastthis morning. I might have slept well, but I’d also slept late. Again.
Nina groaned and glanced quickly at her phone. “Look, I’ve got twenty minutes. Let’s rush.”
Holding my bag against my side, we moved fast across the courtyard, dodging around the groups of students catching up and already eating lunch. We were almost at the cafeteria doors when a familiar, lanky bitch stepped into our path, and I had to grind to a halt.
Laura eyed me up and down, and I noticed she was dressed to impress today in a rich-bitch suit, including a short pink skirt, white blouse, and matching pink tartan jacket. Her knee-high black boots finished the ensemble.
“We need to talk, whore,” she said casually, and it was delivered in such a refined manner that it took me a second to register the insult.
“Did you want me to arrange another nose job?” I shot back just as casually. “Because I could probably fit you in.”
Nina laughed before coughing to cover it up. She might have been the one who’d actually arranged the first one, but I was okay with taking the credit for it now.
Laura’s face darkened. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with, but I’m here to educate you. My father is the vice president. Second-in-fucking-command. Andrew and I were destined to be married before we were born, and I will not have some whore with loose morals, who’s fucking her way through Bluebell House, ruin my future. I’ll kill you first.”
