Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Mason flicked his tongue past my clit again as his finger pushed inside me, and I knew I was close. Jude knew it too, and he whispered dirty things in my ear, tugging on my nipples. Parker pulled my thigh back even more, stretching me wide and gripping me tightly.
So many hands on me. Rubbing. Stroking. And God, Mason’s tongue was like magic. My legs trembled as the twin sensations of pleasure and pressure built inside me. My breath came out in ineffective little gasps and my moans got louder.
“Come for us,” Jude said. It wasn’t an order, it was an offer.
And I couldn’t help but take him up on it.
My inner walls clamped down around Mason’s finger as I cried out, my body quaking with pleasure. Jude slid his teeth down the side of my neck and it added yet another thrill. Parker ran his fingernails across the soft skin of my inner thigh. I gasped for air as my inner walls clamped down on Mason’s finger.
He kept flicking his tongue across my clit until it became too much and I put my hand on his head. He backed off, but kept his finger inside me.
All my weight was on Jude, and if he hadn’t been there, I would’ve slid backwards off the branch. But he had me—his arms were back around my waist, keeping me in place.
“God,” I muttered, completely spent.
Mason straightened up, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. For some reason, the gesture struck me as sexy as hell.
“Now that you’ve come, it’s our turn, sweet cheeks,” Mason growled.
For a moment, I thought he meant out here in the dark, but he didn’t.
“We’re going to go back to the room, and tonight, the bedtime story is all on you. You’re going to tell us every single thing you’d like us to do to you. Every single fantasy you’ve ever had about us, no matter how nasty. And maybe, just maybe, after we’ve come, we’ll let you come again. Got it?”
It took a moment for his words to filter through my post organic haze, but when they did, my arousal returned, full force. “Got it.”
“Good.” He set me down and Jude ducked under the branch, picking up the cup we’d dropped before, and what remained of my panties. He grabbed one hand and Parker clasped the other as we made a beeline for the car. The guys moved so fast I barely kept up, but I was as eager to get back to the suite as they were.
Except, as we passed the side of the house, I noticed the stilted way Mason walked. It couldn’t have been easy to hurry with a huge erection like that.
So I guessed I could say I was almost as eager to get back to the suite as they were.
25
Parker
It started slowly at first. I’d return to the suite after the last class of the day and find the guys Mason played tennis with hanging out, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the drinks Kylie mixed for them.
Then one night after dinner, the guys from Jude’s band came over so they could discuss some upcoming performances. That night, Jude put a glass jar on the bar labeled TIPS, but Kylie crossed it out and scribbled a note saying any money in there would go toward buying more alcohol.
Then some students from nearby rooms began coming over in the evenings. After we found out one of our fellow graduate students was a twenty-year old former child prodigy, Mason checked people’s IDs.
Kylie found some cheap bar stools at a thrift store, and we were able to put back the ones we’d moved out from under the table bisecting the wall of windows. Between that, the big table, the little fireplace lounge, and the sitting room, there was a lot of space.
We kept the door to the bedroom closed, of course, but even if someone stumbled in there, it wasn’t likely they’d know a woman had one of the bunks. It wasn’t like Kylie’s bed had flowered sheets or stuffed animals on it. We had to be careful about her closet, though, since it was in the living room of what used to be the second bedroom. Mason attached wheels to the bottom of a bookcase that slid out of the way during the day and blocked the closet door at night. He’d joked if someone found her assortment of short shorts, halter tops, and skirts, I’d have to say they were mine. That was fine by me. My masculinity was strong enough to take it—I wondered if Mason’s was.
After a few weeks, we realized the nightly crowds continued to grow, so we found a time we could all meet and talk about it. We got food from the cafeteria and brought it back to our suite to eat and talk.