“Fuuck,” I moan, jutting my hips forward more, the wiry hair of Parker’s thighs brushing against my own. I run my hand through her hair, passing over Parker’s fingers in the process. I didn’t realize he had already reached for her head, but it makes sense. She’s our anchor.
Mia moans as she goes, alternating between licking us up and down like her favorite popsicle and sucking our lengths into the back of her throat. Her hands never stop stroking us, keeping our cocks pressed together. Parker’s fingers run over mine this time, and my eyes dart up to his, the electricity zapping through me, lighting me up. As if he were trying to get my attention, his emerald-green eyes are already on my face.
I’ve never seen him look so thoroughly wrecked before, and when he bites his bottom lip, thrusting his hips forward so more of our skin touches, I fucking lose it. I couldn’t help it if I tried, my orgasm rushes forward, and my head slumps, my forehead connecting with Parker’s shoulder as I struggle to stay upright.
His hand curls possessively around the back of my neck as I come unglued. My core completely unravels, pleasure like I’ve never experienced before rushing to the surface, breaking the dam and crashing into me with abandon.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan, my lips brushing against his collarbone, his skin salty on my tongue from the beads of sweat. Parker is right behind me, his cum spraying against my pelvis, his breath hot against my ear, his teeth pinching my lobe between them. But it’s the deep, guttural moan that sends aftershocks through my body. He sounds so fucking good. A sound I’ll remember forever.
I breathe heavily for a moment as Mia laps up the cum around our dicks, before standing up straight so I can look down and watch. I’m reluctant to separate from Parker, but the view is worth it.
“Such a needy girl. You like pulling the cum right out of your men, rebel?”
“Mmm, you know I do.”
“Such a good girl, you did so well. You’re so damn good, Mia,” I praise her.
When she’s finished, we help her stand, making sure she’s steady on her feet before helping to clean the dirt off her legs. From the corner of my eye, I watch Parker tuck his length backinto his pants, my cock jerking at the sight, even though I just came.
“Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” she says as she collapses into my arms. Parker and I each take up one side of her, our hands stroking over her body, purposefully bumping into one another without acknowledgment.
Same, Mia, same.
Chapter 18
Parker
Thanksgiving break is only four days, and since it takes a full day to travel from here to Hawaii, I’m staying put. Which works out because my next trial arrived, and it’s the most ominous one yet.
“You’re going to be put in one of the dorms with one other person for three days. No phones, no internet, no human contact except for you and the other initiate,” Parker explains from his spot on my living room couch. Asher brought Silas home to meet his mom and sister, because they’ve been dating right under my nose. I’ve been a little busy with my own shit, and hiding my own secret, but I called him out on it after watching him stare off at Silas the way I look at Mia . . .and Leo. It’s still weird, seeing Leo in my space. But I can’t deny how much I like it.
“What’s the point of this one?” Leo taps the crimson card in my hand in response, and I look back down at it. “Collaboration is forbidden,” I read out loud.
“You won’t be able to work together, talk to one another, or do anything to pass the time to stay sane together.”
“So, they want us to go nuts?”
“No, they want to push you to your limits. Remember, each trial is about testing our commitment. How far can they push us? Will we listen or break? Why do we listen? What’s the reason for breaking?”
“I get what you’re saying, Leo, trust me, I do, but like I said when we got stuck together, for the painting, I think you’re looking at it wrong. I think most people are. What if they want to see our human side? What if the point is living and not bending to the will of others?”
“Because that’s not how life works. No one cares about our happiness. Do what you need to do to survive, because that’s all any of us can do in the end.”
I open my mouth to challenge him when his phone rings. Leo sags against the couch before standing up, walking to my kitchenette, not quite out of earshot. I shouldn’t listen, but I do anyway. It’s not like you can turn your fucking ears off. If he wanted complete privacy, he should have gone outside.
“Hi, Dad.” Pause. “No, I won’t be returning home for Thanksgiving.” Pause. “I understand that Noelle will be there, but I received my next trial.” Pause. “Yes. I understand.” Pause. “Yes, Dad. I’ll do my best.”
Leo returns, dropping down on the couch with zero restraint, and I bounce a little on the other side from the impact.
“Didn’t go so well?”
“Does it ever go well? Just a reminder to not fuck anything up, to make him proud and not embarrass the Ashcroft name.”
I don’t know what to say to him to make him feel better. It has to suck to live with that much pressure from your family. I’ve never had that, and I have a really privileged outlook in my belief that everyone should live for themselves and not what our parents expect of us. But my parents would support me no matter what I want to do. Guilt gnaws at me, though, for being here at Corvus, trying to learn more about where I came from.
“I’m sorry,” I offer in lieu of advice that’s going to fall on deaf ears anyway.
“Yeah. Me too.”
