It had been quite the rigmarole getting here to the dormitories from the backroads. With us needing to first return our vehicles to the Loxley campus garage, while we’d all been so stimulated by Evira and what tonight had been heading toward, we hadn’t been able to come straight here. Zayn had most definitely taken the cake where that was concerned. He’d been all over Evira, Winter, and myself, being decidedly distracting tothe point where we’d had to use a blend of supernatural speed and teleportation to hasten the task along.
And now there he was writhing beneath her in a frantic state of arousal that I could both scent and feel radiating through my nervous system, my cock already at full mast and pushing painfully against my black leather pants.
A primal hiss escaped me as I caught sight of Winter now with his jeans open and fondling himself to the scene on the bed.
Our gazes clashed and that deliciously filthy look of his sent a thrill through me.
“Mmm, that looks painful,” he said, eyeing the tent in my pants. “We need to see to that immediately, don’t you think?”
I grinned. “Certainly.”
He strode to me, his amber power sparking and jolting me as he stripped me of my long-sleeve black tee. I removed my crown with my magic and set it down on the nearest surface of the coffee table.
And then he was there in the next breath, his big hand gliding over the front of my pants, and feeling me up through the leather.
“I do love your erotic torments, little death,” I hissed, before darting out my forked tongue and licking his pectorals, delighting in him trembling with need.
He opened my pants with a flick of his magic, then delved his hand inside and pulled my aching cock free. “And I love it when you get like this for us,” he crooned, making me buck in his hand as he twirled his thumb over my crown, sparks of sensation inundating me wondrously. “Mmm. Already leaking and making a mess on my hand, Vax.”
Moans from Evira, cries of need from Zayn, and the scent of the skyrocketing arousal filling the room had me beside myself.
Winter moved behind me, his broad form pressing against my back. He jerked my pants and boxer briefs down to mythighs, then ground his cock over my ass cheek, making me feel every hard inch of his cool shaft rubbing against my heated skin.
“You’re making a glorious mess all over me as well,” I said, craning my neck and lashing my tongue across his cheek, which earned me another tremble.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Tear into me,” Zayn’s gasped words sounded. “Get those sexy panties off when you rub that sweet cunt all over me. Wanna feel you all warm and wet on me.”
“Jeez,” Winter breathed, Zayn’s cries of desperation escalating everything.
Winter reached around and jerked me fiercely from base to tip, his other hand sinking into my hair and stroking as we watched Zayn unable to keep still and thrashing beneath Evira as she rocked on him still in her negligee, Zayn still in his wild pink jeans with the leather patches.
She’d become so beautifully bold and explorative, teasing us now, taking her pleasure, often demanding what she wanted. Confident, empowered, and alluringly free.
“Watch,” Winter whispered in my ear. I turned and he nuzzled his cheek against mine, his rough stubble abrading the smoothly shaven surface of mine. As a groan escaped me at the sensation, I caught his eye. Those amethyst orbs were blazing as he looked out at Evira and Zayn.
Ah,he was holding himself back, doing what we’d talked about privately before—easing off for a while to give way to Evira allowing her dominant sexual edge more exploration. Our natural dispositions when it came to that could all too easily impact that, at least until she’d begun to sink into it before we moved in.
And Zayn was sinking into his submissive edge, something perfect to be explored with Evira.
Zayn was threading the fingers of both hands through Evira’s hair, as they licked, nipped, and kissed voraciously, while shecontinued working him up, grinding against his jeans over and over until he was whining in her mouth.
She eased back and stroked his cheek. “There’s my good boy.” She reached beneath her negligee and tore her panties from her body with a burst of her strength that had all three of us reveling in it. “I love it when you get like this,” she crooned at Zayn as she toyed with his studded belt, running her fingers back and forth along the adornments, before dipping down to his cock pushing needily against his jeans. “All wild and frantic, letting go and openly feeling. Every fucking thing.”
“Icicle,” he gasped, when she opened his belt, but left it at that.
“Shh,” she uttered, as she winked out at us, then dove down on him. She licked and sucked at his ear, his throat, while shifting up his abs and grinding all over them, slicking all that hard muscle with her warm wetness. Just like he’d asked for earlier.
“Yeah!Yeah!”he cried.
Winter took to twisting his hand around my cock in a teasingly slow and easy rhythm, drawing me deeper and deeper into a pleasurable haze. A shudder wracked my body every time he’d brush his thumb over my tip and spread my precum down my shaft with his corkscrew motions.
I pushed back against his cock and he moved with me as I gave him more friction while he rubbed against my ass. Harder, harsher. Until he was panting with it.
Not taking my eyes off the lovely little scene taking place on the bed, I reached back and traced my fingers over Winter’s lips, feeling little bursts of frosty air being expelled from his quickening breathing. “Open to me, beautiful.”
He licked my fingers, nipped at them, and then opened his mouth.
I slid the digits along his tongue, rubbing back and forth. He moaned as I ran them over his teeth, gums, then drove them deeper until he was swallowing around them.
