Page 15 of No Way Out
“You’re perfect, Mila,” he whispered softly in my ear, making sure it stayed between the two of us.
Our secret.
“Fuck her ass, Harkins,” Zeke growled in frustration as he thrusted into me, each time harder than the last.
“I can’t, I won’t fit,” he admitted in a way that expressed zero shame about his size.
Good. That thing was a masterpiece, an instrument of God, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me.
His response only forced Ezekiel’s pace to quicken, as if his only goal now was his own release.
Demetri’s hand released mine, a buzzing sensation trickling through my arms as I reached behind to hang on to him by my own choice. With my right hand on his shoulder and my left using his neck for support, my nails dug into his skin as Zeke moved inside of me.
I cried with the need for release, driven solely to be a vessel for the pleasure I was given no choice but to surrender myself to.
“Please,” I whined, unsure for what, but the words fell out of me anyway.
“She’s begging you for it,” Zeke assured him, though he hadn’t seen what Harkins was working with yet.
“No,” he gritted out, his voice sinking to a deep register I’d never heard in the two years I’d known him.
I squirmed against his fingers, unmoving since they’d used up the little lubricant I’d provided. I was so close to the edge again, desperate for another orgasm, even though I was practically boneless, a limp fuck-doll desperate to be filled and defiled by the two men pressed against me.
One of whom I’d known for a total of twelve hours.
And he was blackmailing me into fucking both him and my professor.
When the words finally formed into a cohesive thought, it really was a wild realization. So, I let the corners of my lips turn up into a smile, letting my body enjoy every inch of this moment.
“You seem to think that I’m asking, professor. I am not. Fuck her in the ass if you want to leave this maze with your career intact.” The threat was loud and clear, but it was Demetri who didn’t black down.
His fingers withdrew from inside me, a hollow feeling that left me uncomfortably needy for more. With a solid push of his hand against Ezekiel’s chest, I was left completely empty as the professor took him down. Demetri was shorter than him, but what he may have lacked in height, he made up for in build. Zeke fell back to the ground where I could no longer see him, but I could see the outline of the professor hovering over him.
“I’m not hurting her so you can get your rocks off over it. You want my cock involved so bad, have at it yourself,” he seethed, pulling himself out of his pants. By the glory of God, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating this beautiful moment for us all to witness.
Zeke’s mouth parted at the sight of the professor’s cock, his mouth pulling up in a smirk as he took it in.
“Well, well, well,” he chuckled. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you, professor?” He moved to his knees, licking his bottom lip. His eyes never straying from Demetri’s cock, as if he was magnetized by it.
I inched closer, dropping to my knees for the perfect position to observe. Zeke grabbed him by the base of his shaft, a hiss leaving Demetri’s mouth, as if he wasn’t expecting such firmness. I had been afraid to handle it, softly gripping, as if I could somehow damage him.
Ezekiel, however, squeezed tightly, unafraid to teeter a point that looked like it could dance the edge of pain. Harkins dropped his head back, moaning at the feel of Zeke’s tongue swirling madly around the head of his cock.
I pressed my thighs together. Ezekiel’s pre-cum drying on my flesh was nearly as itchy as the sharp hay that poked and shoved its way into the crevices of my clothing, but I couldn’t stop watching. I was enthralled by the carnal heat of the moment, that this was no longer just about me, but about everyone’s pleasure, about giving and taking and letting go.
Ezekiel looked to be having a harder time than I had opening up to take him. “Just relax,” I encouraged him. “It’s easier if you’re not stretching your lips so tight.”
His right hand gripped his own cock while his left moved up and down Demetri’s shaft. He slurped and licked like he was just as hungry for it as I was, and I bit my lip, wishing my turn hadn’t been interrupted.
As if my thoughts had been said out loud, Zeke shifted his stare my way for just a moment, finding I had moved right next to him. His hand moved up and down, his cock freely leaking as he deepthroated our professor as best he could.
My fingers danced their way between my legs to alleviate the need to feel just as good. I slid them between my folds, gasping at the realization of how wet and messy it was down there. I groaned, too loudly, and both men shifted to look at me. I shook my head, a silent command that this wasn’t over yet. Instead, I leaned forward, joining Zeke in devouring the tasty treat in front of us.
I licked up the bottom of his shaft, the spit dripping from Ezekiel’s now-practiced slurping joining with mine as we coated Demetri’s cock in our saliva. He moaned, one hand dropping to each of our heads as he pulled us closer to him than I thought possible.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, pulling Zeke further down his cock, pushing me away with a soft caress.
He wasn’t gentle like he was with me, choking him on his length as Zeke pressed against his thighs to try to push back. Harkins only pulled him further down his shaft, the raspy choking sounds only relieved by the short bursts of gagging as his vomit fought to rise up his throat.
