Page 153 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Shutting my locker, I listen as Sinclair raves about a party this weekend at Colt’s house. She glances over my shoulder and her face goes bright red. I turn to see what has caused her reaction, and Colt and Blayne are coming our way. Blayne winks at her.

“OMG! You fucked them!” I screech as Kai comes up behind me.

“Who fucked who?” he asks, pulling me to his chest. His hand finds my leg, fingers trailing up under my skirt.

“Sinclair! Her andthem,” I say, nodding my head towards the members of Team Hijinks, all while trying to pretend his fingers aren’t rubbing my slit.

“I heard it was the entire team,” Kai whispers against my neck. My eyes bug out of my head and Sinclair doesn’t deny it.

“Hey, Sweet Cheeks,” Colt quips and winks at Sinclair.

Blayne isn’t shy. She pulls Sinclair around to face her, taking her head in her hands, and mauls Sinclair’s lips with her mouth. I watch with rapt attention as Sinclair’s knees go weak.

Someone clears their throat, and we all turn to find Brennan staring at us. “I think we need to adhere to the ‘six inches between crotches’ rule please. Jolie, my office.”

His eyes fall to Kai’s hand under my skirt. Kai just slowly removes his finger that had found its way inside me, bringing it to his lips and leisurely licking it as Brennan watches.

“I’ll see you guys in class,” I say and move towards Brennan. There’s something dark in his eyes today, and I don’t know if I should be scared or excited. Fingers crossed for the latter.

I follow Brennan quietly to his office, and Betty gives me a tight smile as I walk by her desk. While I can’t say we will ever be friends, I’ll keep trying for Jimmie’s sake.

I pass through the door that Brennan is holding open for me and saunter into his office. He shuts the door and moves behindme. “Happy birthday,” he whispers in my ear, placing a kiss on my neck, which makes me tremble.

I turn to face him. The unadulterated lust shining in his eyes has me jumping into his arms, and he easily catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips descend on mine as he walks us backwards. Swiping the entire contents of his desk onto the floor in one move, he sits me on top of it. Brennan then slides my underwear off, shoving it into his pocket like a trophy.

“Spread your legs for me,” he growls, before biting his lip.

Following his orders, I spread my legs as far as I can, forcing my skirt to hike up to my waist. A groan rolls from his chest and he licks his lips as his eyes fall to my naked pussy, still wet from Kai’s fingers just minutes before.

Brennan loosens his tie and steps forward, falling to his knees in front of me. He slides his arms under my legs to grab my ass and drag me closer, and I use my elbows to prop myself up so I can watch him eat me out. My legs fall over his shoulders as he leans in, running his tongue over my clit first.

I gasp as he makes figure eights over my throbbing bundle of nerves. His meticulous movements have me throwing my head back and biting my lip between my teeth, trying to keep quiet. The principal’s office is just next door; finding us like this could blow their cover.

A finger slips inside me, causing me to moan softly. He pulls back and smiles up at me.

“Do you want to come?” he asks. I nod frantically, my bottom lip jutting out in a pout because he stopped. “Then you need to be quiet.”

His finger resumes its delicious torture, rubbing against my G-spot and making me see stars. It has me wanting to scream out his name. Instead, I bite down on the knuckle of my pointer finger, which makes him happy, and his head moves back where I need it.

As his tongue works its magic, I unbutton my blouse with one hand and pull my bra down in the front, putting my tits on display. I feel my orgasm building. With my right hand holding me up so I can watch the glorious man between my legs, I use my left hand to pinch my nipple.

“Fuck, Brennan. I’m going to come.”

Brennan stands, toes off his shoes, then drops his pants around his ankles and steps out of them. He wraps my legs around his waist and lifts me from the table. My arms circle around his neck, pulling him closer, eliminating all the space between us. He kisses down my neck as he walks us to the sofa lounge in the corner of the room. The throbbing between my legs has me reaching for his erection, needing it inside me now.

He sits himself on the sofa, then pulls a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth. He wastes no time putting it on, and I wrap my hand around his thick cock, guiding him to my entrance and sliding down his shaft. There’s no easing in; instead, I all but impale myself and rock onto him. My hard nipples rub against his shirt, but that’s not enough. Needing to feel his skin, I ease my movements and unbutton his shirt, pressing myself against him. His lips find mine again and his mouth muffles the sound of his name on my lips as that orgasm rolls over me. His thrusts slow while he waits for me. Sagging in his arms I recoup for a moment before Brennan flips me onto my back, hovering above me and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. He thrusts back inside and pounds into me, chasing his release. My nails dig into his shoulders, and the urge to scream his name is again caught in my throat.

This new angle has him hitting my cervix, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure. I read somewhere that a lot of women in their thirties love these kinds of orgasms, and I never understood why until now. My hand clamps over my mouth as a scream gurgles in my throat. Brennan lets my leg slip down offhis shoulder and he comes after a few short thrusts before falling into my arms. I wrap them around him as we lay in silence.

“That was a nice birthday surprise,” I say, fisting the back of his shirt and holding him tighter to me. He lifts his head from my chest and smiles at me.

“I’m sorry it took me a while to get out of my head.” He brushes my hair out of my face and leans down, placing a soft kiss to my lips. “But we better get dressed. You have class with Creed next, and he will ditch his class to find you. We need to get through these last handful of weeks before you graduate, then we’re all out of here.”

“Do we have to do classes at Olympia?”

Brennan nods. “A few, depending on the pathway you decide to follow. For some, they want a certain degree, others just want to do what is mandatory. Most graduate when they’re twenty-one, while other teams take longer if one of their members is being trained in a specific area. You can work at your own pace, though, so it really depends.”

“So, if one person in the team wants to be a doctor?”

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