“What do you think, Miss H?” Kai says, propping his elbow on the table, chin on his hand, before giving me a quick glance from the corner of his eye. Another stroke has me shivering. “You mind bunking with Professor Rooke this Thanksgiving?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, boy,” Bastian growls at his sandwich.
“Am I?” Kai says innocently.
“We’re in public,” Bastian warns.
Kai’s finger slides over my entrance. His expression doesn’t change, but I feel the slight tremor in his hand when he feels how wet I am.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Kai murmurs, low enough that only the three of us can hear. “Hot, and slick, andready. What should I do, Professor?”
Bastian’s eyes flick to Kai, then me. He lets out a soft sound—part growl, part purr—and tugs at his pants like he’s getting hard.
God, how I wish I knew if he was getting hard.
I spread my legs under the table, scooting forward just a touch so I can lean back and give Kai better access.
“Put a finger in her,” Bastian says, still addressing his sandwich instead of us. “I want to see her keeping a straight face while you’re rubbing her g-spot.”
I knew they were conspiring!
Kai spears a finger into me so deep I nearly choke on my coffee. I slap a hand on the table, fingers clawing at the surface as I struggle to keep my head above water.
“I have my finger in her pussy right now,” Kai continues, his voice conversational. “And Jesus, Professor, she’ssofucking tight.”
“Too tight for a second?”
As I’m still trying to clear my airways, a second finger joins the first.
“We all know she can handle two,” Kai says.
I can’t speak. Fuck, I can barelybreathe. Kai’s fingers are driving me absolutely fucking insane as he pumps them shallowly in and out of my pussy. Under the table, no one can see anything. It just looks like he’s got his hand on my leg.
But I can feeleverything.
And then he had to go and remind me what him and Bastian did by the maple tree. How they werebothinside me for the most depraved, disgustingly delicious time of my life.
“Are you getting close, baby?” Kai asks. “Or should I play with your clit some more?”
I bite off a groan.
Bastian murmurs, “Stop,” in a strained voice.
“Stop what? Talking? Or fingering my girlfriend close enough that you can smell her pussy?” Kai crooks his fingers inside me, and I have to disguise my moan as a cough.
“Both,” Bastian practically growls, glaring at Kai across the table.
Kai chuckles. “Why don’t you make me, Professor?”
“You think I won’t punish you for this?” Bastian says, smiling ruefully as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“You think that’s not exactly what I want?” Kai bites back, a chuckle in his voice.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, elbows on the table as I clap my hands over my face. “You two are making me—fuck, Kai—I’m so close?—“
Bastian’s phone buzzes.
My eyes pop open, and I drag my hands away from my face.
