I don’t think I need to do that to come. The position he has me in, the way he’s moving me, the things he’s saying to me –they already have me dancing dangerously close to the edge. But I’m too lost in feeling to argue with him.
So I press my fingers between my pussy lips and rub at my clit as he continues to bounce me up and down on his cock.
“Are you touching yourself, Miss Storm?” he grunts.
“Yes… yes,” I moan.
“Yes, what?” he asks.
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good girl,” he says, and then his thumb is nudging between my ass cheeks. He finds my hole and rings it, strokes it, as I continue to bounce on him, as I continue to touch myself. And as I come, he sinks his thumb deep inside my ass. I squeeze around his digit and his cock and soon he’s grunting and coming himself.
He’s still stroking at my asshole as I lie back down beside him, and snuggle up into his arms; sweaty, sated, contented. He kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, my chin, my cheek, and last of all, my neck, inhaling my scent as he does.
“Has anyone ever touched you here before, Miss Storm?” he asks me.
“What – my throat?” I ask sleepily.
“No.” He chuckles softly. “Here.” He rings my hole.
“Beaufort,” I say. “With his fingers.”
“Has he had you here?”
“No.” He growls, rolling up and peering down at me. “I want you to have me there.”
“You can’t just do it like that, Briony. It could hurt you. You need to be prepared. You need to be trained to take a cock in the ass.”
I walk my fingers up his chest, take ahold of his chin between my finger and thumb, and squeeze.
“Then train me, Professor,” I tell him, “because you may have noticed I have more than one mate. And once I have them back, I’m going to want to do this with all of you.”
“Together?” he asks.
I nod. “I think that’s the way it’s meant to be, don’t you?”
He nods too. “Maybe once upon a time, that idea would have seemed ridiculous. I’d never considered sharing a girl before. I’d never wanted to. But with you, everything is different, Briony. You don’t just belong to me; you belong to them too. Fate has bound and wound us together in a web of destiny. And if you want to be shared, then I will share you.”
“I do, I do want to be shared, Professor.” I purr. His eyes darken.
“On your hands and knees, Miss Storm.”
I raise an eyebrow, but then I’m moving to position myself that way on the bed, my heart thumping with anticipation.
“Is this going to hurt?” I ask, not really feeling afraid.
He chuckles, positioning himself behind me, spreading my ass cheeks open with his hands.
“Anything but, sweetheart. I think you’re gonna like it. I think you’re gonna like it a lot.”
And then the Professor eats out my ass.
Chapter Six
Briony
There’s one major flaw in Fox’s plan for me to blend in with the other students at the academy: I don’t have my uniform. It’s sitting in the wardrobe at the very top of the Prince’s Tower – a tower I suspect is being watched – which means I’ll stick out like a sore thumb among the other students, and that definitely isn’t what I want right now.
