Page 43 of Alive and Kicking
I tug it free when our lips part, but the gap between us only lasts for a moment before he’s kissing me again. Leaning into his chest, my hands go to the button of his jeans and I unclasp them before pulling the zipper down. Before I can manage to slip my hand in, he grabs my wrists and spins me around. With my back pressed against his front, he holds me firmly.
His hands trail down my body before he’s gripping the hem of my shirt. It comes off over my head in one tug, and he doesn’t even bother with removing my pants. His hand slips past the waistband and down the front of my leggings as one of his feet kicks my legs open wider.
Pleasure zings through me as he rubs circles on my clit, and my hips start to roll toward his hand, wanting more. The creaking of the door opening catches my ears just as he slides two fingers inside of me. I’m not sure if it’s a gasp or a moan that comes out of me at the feeling, but it urges Nox on anyway.
“You’re already soaked for us.” Nox’s voice has taken on a rougher quality, one that makes me shiver.
I finally get a look at Zane to see he’s got a stack of clothes for the both of us as well as a brand new forty-count box of condoms. Did we really already go through the last one? I should really start thinking about other birth control. This is the third box he’s gotten, and Sandy would be so proud of me if I helped save the sea turtles. Maybe I should get a T-shirt that says something like “Save the turtles… Do me raw.”
Nox curling his fingers inside of me derails my train of thought. “Fuck,” I gasp.
He repeats the motion, making my toes curl where they’re still trapped in my boots. As if my thoughts had summoned him over, Zane is suddenly at my feet untying my boots. Nox pulls away from me completely and opens the shower to turn on the water, and I hold on to Zane’s shoulder to slip my shoes off. He doesn’t waste time pulling my leggings down my legs, and I didn’t even bother with underwear because there’s no point when I might have to toss everything I’ve been wearing anyway.
Zane stands to strip down, and I’m not sure how we all fit into the shower but we manage it somehow. The small touches and caresses the guys give me are torturous and maddening all at the same time. I’m about ready to throw them both down onto the nearest flat surface and have my way with them at any moment. I mean, what the hell was the point of the condoms if they were just going to torture me the whole time anyway.
Once I’ve been scrubbed and every inch of my body has been checked for evidence, Zane finally moves closer. I find myselfpinned between their chests, four hands wandering over my body. Zane is pressed against my front while my back is sealed to Nox’s front. My head tips back when they start to kiss opposite sides of my neck, I could definitely get used to this. What woman doesn’t want to be worshipped by two of her sexy as sin men in the shower? Nox stays standing behind me as Zane’s kisses start to trail further south.
The iron band that is Nox’s arm wraps around my waist to hold me still while Nox’s other hand wraps around the front of my neck. My pussy spasms at just the thought of him being able to break my neck if he wanted to.
I need therapy.
Zane’s fingers trail up my thighs making my legs part slightly, and a squeak leaves me when his tongue caresses my clit. It takes an embarrassingly short time before my legs are trembling and I’m on the edge of an orgasm. My nails dig into Nox’s arm, still banded around my waist as I fall a part with a moan. My legs give out but Nox keeps me upright.
“Fucking perfect,” Zane murmurs, not even stopping as he continues to lick and suck me through my orgasm.
When he finally pulls away I’m a writhing mess. I let Nox support most of my weight as I just wait for them to decide what to do with me next. Zane stands, pulling me into his chest, and I hear the crinkle of foil before Nox is pulling my hips back so I’m bent over with my ass facing him.
I hadn’t even noticed Zane bringing the condoms into the shower with us. Now isn’t the time to think about that though, because Nox presses into me in one firm stroke and my mouth opens on a silent groan. Zane takes the opportunity to sweep in and kiss me.
Nox’s hands are firm on my hips as he starts to drive into me, and Zane pulls away to watch the way Nox is fucking me. An almost harsh grip on my hair forces me to bend over even moreuntil I’m eye level with Zane’s cock. “Open your mouth,” Nox orders.
I do without argument, and Zane steps forward until I close my mouth around him. I don’t really have to think about what I’m doing because Nox’s thrusts push and pull my mouth along Zane’s shaft. I just focus on keeping up the suction and flicking his tip with my tongue.
Nox’s thrusts speed up, and I have to relax my throat as Zane’s cock is pushed further down it. “Oh Viv. Fuck, that feels good,” Zane coos at me.
Nox fucks me like a wild man. The gentle man I know always disappears when his cock is buried inside of me, and I love every moment of his savageness. He reaches around my waist to circle my clit with his fingers, and I hold onto Zane’s hips for support. My legs start to tremble and shock waves go up my spine. One moment I’m fully present in the moment, and the next I feel like my brain has short circuited from all the pleasure they’re giving me.
When I come back to my senses, I realize that Zane is coming down my throat and I suck harder trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from his body. When the momentum of Nox’s thrusts keep me moving around Zane’s cock, he pulls free of my mouth with a wince.
Nox takes the opportunity to stand me back up with one arm around my waist and a hand clamped around my throat again. His hips piston into me in deep hard thrusts and he’s hitting just the right spot. I’m not sure if my body can take another orgasm like the last.
I have no choice but to find out though as my pussy clenches around Nox’s cock and I explode for a second time. Nox curses and murmurs soft things in my ear as his hips stall and stutter. He holds me like that for a long moment before slowly pulling out of me. Then he and Zane clean me up again. There are noarguments as we all get dressed and find our way to Nox’s bed. I’d thought I would be too amped up to sleep tonight, but I find myself drifting off to sleep between them without a problem.
Cain
Viv and I are sitting in the meeting room waiting for Baldwin to get here. We didn’t arrive together or anything, he’s just late as always to the meeting he set up. I’ve been sitting at the conference table with Viv in awkward silence like I didn’t watch her coach Sloane through mutilating a guys genitals the previous night. Plus, there’s no way to be sure this isn’t a test to see how we interact without anyone around us.
When Baldwin comes through the door half an hour past the start time of our meeting looking disheveled, Viv smirks before smoothing out her expression. “So sorry for the wait.” He reaches over the table to hold his hand out to Viv. “I’m Nathaniel Baldwin, the criminology department chair. It’s a pleasure to meet such a bright student.”
Viv stands and shakes his hand. “Thank you for making the time to meet with me.”
He smiles at her and they both sit down. “So, you two have found yourself in quite the predicament.” He grimaces down at a manilla folder in front of him.
“Not really. He’s my professor and I’m a student, there’s nothing to cause a ‘predicament,’” Viv says slowly.
Baldwin quirks a brow at me. “And you. Do you think this is an acceptable relationship between professor and student?”
My spine stiffens. “While it may be a little unconventional, I’ve taken appropriate steps to ensure that there has been no favoritism. Keith has no problem looking over my grading of Miss Russo’s work. But if you can find one instance of anything unprofessional happening, I will gladly hand her off to another professor.”
