“Please,” I whimper. “God, please Kai.”
Kai cuts those mesmerizing green eyes to me, then stares down at Bastian’s cock.
I watch, a savage afterglow pulsing through my spent body, as Kai slides Bastian’s cock between his lips.
Our professor groans, the hand on my throat tightening as his cock disappears down Kai’s throat. My boyfriend sucks him clean with a slow, steady bob of his head, and then lets Bastian’s cock pop out of his mouth with a slurp.
“Fuuuck,” I sigh as soon as Bastian’s fingers relax around my throat.
Bastian stares at him, then touches his thumb to Kai’s lower lip, stroking the puffy flesh where he kissed him raw.
I feel their wetness—and mine—leaking out of me, smearing between my thighs.
I should be disgusted.
Instead, I feel claimed. Marked. Theirs.
“That…wassofucking hot,” I breathe.
“I agree,” Bastian says, his attention finally snapping away from Kai. His gaze dips to my lips a moment before he darts forward and kisses me. Hard.
His fingers trail down my belly, dipping into the mess leaking from my pussy—ours, all mixed together. He brings his drenched fingers to my lips and presses in. I suck, tasting the salt and bitterness that’s him and me and Kai.
But when his hand drifts lower, circling my clit, my thighs snap shut on their own.
The ache there is too sharp now, every nerve fried from the stretch of both of them pounding inside me. I grab his wrist, shaking my head even as sparks flicker low in my belly.
“Too sensitive,” I mumble around his fingers. “You guys fucking wrecked me.”
He pulls his fingers free, eyes darkening as he slides his fingers inside me again and then licks them clean.
Slow. Deliberate.
Like a predator savoring the last bite.
Then his gaze shifts to Kai, who’s still kneeling there, cock heavy between his legs, already stiffening again. Kai meets his eyes—chin up, defiant—but I catch the quick swallow, the way his breath hitches.
Bastian reaches out, palm cupping Kai’s balls, toying, teasing. Kai jerks, but doesn’t pull away.
“On your back,” Bastian says, voice low and even, like he’s suggesting wine pairings instead of taking my boyfriend’s virginity.
Kai hesitates, green eyes flicking to mine for half a second—like he’s checking if I’m okay with this. I nod, my hand reaching out to stroke his thigh. He drops onto his back, knees up but thighs pressed hard together.
“Good boy,” Bastian murmurs, his eyes raking over Kai. “Now spread those legs wide for me.”
Kai does nothing, staring up at Bastian with panicked green eyes.
“What’s the safe word?” Bastian murmurs, ducking down to press his lips on Kai’s knees—first one, then the other.
“Red,” I prompt Kai when he stays silent.
“Got it?” Bastian tilts his head, a faint smile on his mouth as he slowly eases open Kai’s legs an inch or two.
Kai still says nothing. From the way his jaw is clenched, I don’t think he trusts himself to speak.
I slide in beside my boyfriend, curling my body along his side, leg draping his hip so I can feel every tremor. My hand wraps around his cock—still slick from us—and I pump once, thumb dragging over the slit.
He groans, his head pushing into the pillow.
