I bit a whimper back.God, it was so hot.
“Excuse me,” I said, shoving my elbow into Carter’s ribs.He was the quarterback of the football team, so he could take it.I pushed past him and moved my legs as fast as they’d go.“Please, get out of my way!”
Students crowded the halls.I glanced over my shoulder to see Calix inside the room, stalking toward me slowly, like I was his prey.Heat coursed through my body, and I ducked through the crowd, dodging students and desperately trying to make an escape.
Man, I am in so much trouble with him.
“Sorry,” I muttered, shoving past a group of freshmen who walked way too slowly.
I needed to find somewhere to hide.Anywhere.
Someone grabbed my hand and tugged me into an empty classroom, away from the mess of students.I glanced over at my kidnapper to see Frasier standing there with the widest smirk on his face.A moment later, Calix entered the room.
He halted when he saw Frasier.“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“About to eat my girl for lunch.”
Holy—
“You guys aren’t fucking dating,” Calix growled.“Don’t bullshit me.”
Frasier curled his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him, grinding his hard cock against my backside.I pressed my thighs together, nipples hardening inside my bra.
Oh God.Oh God.Oh God.
“Not bullshitting you, dude,” Frasier said, burying his nose into my hair but staring at Calix, a smirk on his lips and against my bare neck.
I shivered and slumped my shoulders forward, the sensations making me feelthings.
“Look at how she melts for me.”He bit down on my neck gently.“I bet your pussy is soaked for me, isn’t it, baby?”
Jaw clenched and nostrils flared, Calix locked the door and pulled a chair from one of the desks, setting it right in front of us and sitting down in it.He drew his tongue across his teeth.“Let me see then.”
“Wh-what?”I whispered.
“Pull up your skirt and let me see how wet you are for him.”
I clenched and shuffled from foot to foot.This isnothow I expected this to go!
Frasier pulled away from me, took a few steps back until he leaned against the desk, and began undoing his belt.“Show him how wet you are for me, baby,” he murmured.“Before I make him listen to how wet you are.”
Pussy exploding with pleasure, I turned back toward Calix, whose eyes hadn’t left mine.I whimpered and curled my fingers around the bottom of my skirt.Usually, I wasn’t this nervous around these guys, but right now …
God, I just want to?—
“Skirt up,” Calix growled.“Now.”
With my heart pounding rapidly against my chest, I lifted up my skirt, inch by inch by inch, further and further up my thighs until I reached my soaked panties.I bunched the skirt up around my hips, showing him how ruined I was for his best friend.
After a moment, Frasier bent me over Calix, so I was face-to-face with him, my hands on his thighs.He reached around me, pulling down the front of my shirt and letting my tits bounce out of it, hanging down.
Calix grabbed me by the throat and glared at me as Frasier swiped my panties to the side and shoved his huge cock into my tight, wet pussy.I bit my lip to hold back a moan and furrowed my brow, staring into Calix’s dark eyes.Frasier slammed into me again, my tits bouncing against Calix’s chest.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck!
“You hear how wet she is for me?”Frasier said to Calix, his fingers curling into my hips as he continued to pound into me over and over and over.
The pressure built up higher and higher inside my core, but I didn’t break eye contact with Calix.I couldn’t.He had me locked into him.My pussy clamped down on Frasier’s cock, my fingers digging into Calix’s thighs.
