by Sadie May
It was time to face the fact that I was weak around them. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to alleviate a sudden headache. But why? Why did they have that effect on me?
I felt Missy’s arm wrap around me and then she patted my shoulder. “Aw, sweetie. I never thought I’d see the day my little girl became a woman.”
Her voice was filled with laughter and I swatted at her hand. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying,” she started. But whatever it was she was ‘just saying’ had to wait. My phone dinged with a new text.
They were here.
“Hey, where are you going?” Missy called after me. I didn’t respond. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing with excitement at the thought of seeing them again. God, I’d just seen them earlier today. It had been less than twenty-four hours. I couldn’t possibly be this needy after one good fuck. Okay maybe a few good fucks.
But no matter how much I told myself that this attachment didn’t make sense, my body and heart didn’t seem to care. The moment I spotted them in our foyer, I was overcome with relief and excitement.
Adam pulled me in for a quick kiss and James kissed my cheek when he let me go. “So where’s this mysterious party?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. Right, the party. A little part of me wanted to take them upstairs to my room and into my bed and call this whole thing off. But that would defeat the purpose. These guys had to see the real me and then they’d walk away.
The stab of pain that came with that thought had me biting my lip.
“Are you okay?” James asked.
I nodded quickly and turned on my heel. “Follow me.” I led them down to the basement and through the door that was typically hidden.
I led them into our secret club.
This was it. Any minute now they’d realize they’d had me pegged all wrong. Any second now they’d run.
I could hardly bring myself to look at their reactions as I led them into the main lounge where the party was in full swing. Alison was straddling her professor’s lap, her bare tits bouncing wildly as she rode him like a cowgirl. On another couch, two of the new girls were getting it on with one another. They’d just discovered the joys of girl on girl action and one of the girls was using a dildo to fuck the other as she lie back against the couch’s cushions, her knees spread wide.
“Holy shit,” James muttered behind me.
I finally risked a look, ready to see their shock. They were shocked all right, but they were into it. Their eyes had darkened with desire as they watched the fuckfest going on around them. Their cocks bulged against their pants and I had a desperate urge to pull down those pants and take them both into my mouth. Shit, I was dying to suck their cocks until they came all over me.
“Who’re your friends?” A junior named Elena came up to us and interrupted my fantasy.
When I turned to face her I found that she was eyeing my men. One of her friends came to her side wearing little more than a teddy. “Ooh, new party guests. I love it.”
Both girls were ogling James and Adam…and I hated it. I clenched my hands into fists. “Back off, ladies. I’m just giving them the tour.”
I moved past them, tugging James and Adam along behind me. Adam slipped an arm around my waist and I hated how much better that made me feel. He was declaring me theirs as we made our way through the party. I shouldn’t love that possessiveness, but I did.
James took my hand in his so the three of us were linked as we went into one of the exhibition rooms. Donna was performing, stripping for a small audience as she touched herself, her head thrown back in pleasure.
James lowered his head so he was talking directly into my ear. “This is what you like, isn’t it? To be watched?”
My breath caught in my throat. Adam’s hand on my waist slid down, down, down. Slowly moving over the sensitive skin of my waist, beneath the waistband of my skirt, and into my silk panties.
I let out a low moan as his fingers slid along the wet seam, teasing my lips before slipping between the folds. His fingers found my clit and rubbed little circles until I was writing against his side. James’s lips were against my ear as he whispered. “We know what you like, love. You made it clear last night at the club. Haven’t you learned yet that your naughty ways make us like you even more?”
His words struck at my chest, winding around my heart. Adam’s fingers were touching me just the way I liked. It felt so good, I couldn’t keep up my defenses. All my reasons for wanting to drive them away seemed to fade away as James wound his arms around me as well, his hands grazing over my breasts, making my nipples harden and strain against my bra.
“Aren’t you going to share?” Donna’s voice cut into my pleasure. My eyes shot open and I saw that the three of us were the center of attention in the small viewing area.
She and her friend were eyeing us. No, eyeing them.
The rush of adrenaline in my veins had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with me wanting to tear their eyes out for looking at them like that.
Adam—sweet, sensitive Adam—was the first to respond. “Sorry, ladies, but we’re here with Morgan.”
Donna let out a snort of disbelief. “Please, everyone knows Morgan doesn’t do commitments. Right, Morgan?”
I stared at her in disbelief. Sure, everyone knew that but why the hell was she bringing that up now? My hands clenched at my sides as I realized her rudeness was directly related to how badly she wanted to fuck my guys.
Well, tough luck for her.
“No, I don’t,” I said. Just as she started to smirk, I added, “Not normally.”
A silence hung in the air and I realized that Adam and James had turned to look at me. I kept my gaze on a shocked Donna and her friend, whose name I never remembered. Her friend looked like she was riveted to this conversation, like we were a goddamn soap opera or something.
Adam brushed my hair back from my cheek. “Not normally,” he repeated.
I winced at how that sounded. But it was the truth. I turned to face him. “No, not normally. I’ve never done relationship before. Ever.”
James linked his fingers through mine. “But there’s a first time for everything, right?”
When I turned to face him he was giving me that knowing grin—the one that said he saw right through me.
That smile terrified me at that moment. I was laid bare and my courage was nowhere to be found.
Donna broke the heavy silence, apparently oblivious to the emotional undercurrent. “So, what? Are they not up for grabs?”
Adam and James continued to stare at me. The decision was up to me. They wanted me, they’d made that clear. So now I had to decide. Did I want to make them mine or was I willing to share?
Fear rushed through me, familiar and deep. I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Doesn’t matter to me. We’re all here to party, right?”
Donna’s voice was filled with triumph as she saddled up beside a dumbstruck Adam. His gaze never left mine. One quick look at James showed that he was still watching me with narrowed eyes, his lips pressed together in disappointment.
Guilt and shame were indistinguishable, all I could feel was a cold, sickening twisting in my gut.
And then Donna wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck. Her little sidekick seemed to take the cue and pressed her big fake boobs up against James.
Oh no. No no no. A possessive fury I didn’t know I was capable of had me moving before I even knew what I was doing. I tore Donna’s arms away from Adam and outright shoved the little hussy off James. “I changed my mind,” I bit out.
The two girls took off, giving me looks that clearly said they thought I was crazy. And maybe I was. That definitely hadn’t been a logical decision, it had been primal.
I turned to face James and Adam and was met with such giant smiles, my heart nearly melted right then and there. “That’s my girl,” James growled as he pulled me into his arms and branded me with a kiss that made my knees weak.
Adam mov
ed behind me and wrapped his arms around me in a supportive embrace that was the only thing keeping me standing as he moved his hands back under my skirt and picked up where he’d left off. “Good girls deserve their reward,” he whispered in my ear.
I pulled back from James’s kiss with a moan. My head fell back against Adam’s shoulder and James moved in to kiss my neck as his hands tormented my breasts.
“And what about naughty girls?” I asked, my voice breathless as his fingers shamelessly worked my clit.
I felt his grin against my ear. “Naughty girls get their reward too.”
James straightened, his hands cupping my face as he kissed my lips. “You know what we love about you, Morgan?”
I shook my head, incapable of anything more than whimpers and moans as the tension built and Adam slipped two fingers inside me, stroking in and out as he rubbed my clit.
“You’re a good girl and a naughty girl all in one.”
I cried out as the orgasm made me weak and helpless in their arms. “I’m not good,” I managed to mutter as I collapsed against them.
“Oh sweetheart,” Adam said as his arms tightened around me. “You’re not just good, you’re perfect…for us.”
Chapter Eight
The funny thing was, we’d had a whole room filled with onlookers during that little makeout session but I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been too focused on my men.
As we headed out of that room, they insisted that I show them more. They wanted to know everything about this little world of mine. Far from horrified, it seemed I’d welcomed them into their version of heaven. They had their ideal girlfriend who loved experimenting and trying new things.
Girlfriend was their term, but I liked it. Okay, I loved it. It would take some adjusting but it was definitely growing on me.
“Show us your favorite part of this club,” James insisted.
As I led them along the back hallway that led to the anonymous exhibition room—the one with a double sided mirror that let me live out my dirtiest fantasies—we passed Missy as she led a half-naked professor by his tie.
She stopped me to whisper in my ear. “So I see you came to your senses and claimed them for yourself, huh?”
I pulled back and stared at her with narrowed eyes. “How did you know about that? You weren’t in the room when Donna and her friend were all over my guys.”
Missy’s smug grin was my answer. I gasped. “You set that up?”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t hard. Donna always wants what she thinks she can’t have.”
“But, but—” I started.
Missy rolled her eyes and laughed. “I know you, Morgan. And I knew you just needed a push to see what was totally obvious.”
She looked past me to James and Adam and gave them a welcoming smile. Then she leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I know the L-word is tough for you, so someone had to make you see that you’d finally found it.”
I was still standing there stammering like an idiot as she walked away with her man-toy in tow.
Holy shit, my best friend had totally played me.
My guys wrapped their arms around me as we moved forward. She played me…and I was totally okay with that. Because I’d finally seen the truth—I wanted these guys more than I’d ever wanted anything. And it was scary, and my heart would be at risk…but I’d never been a coward.
I could handle it…with them at my side.
James led the way into the room that had become my favorite haunt over the years. I’d always loved the feel of eyes on me. Loved seeing myself as they saw me. And now, I wanted these anonymous onlookers to see me…and my men. Together.
More than that, I wanted to show everyone that they were mine.
“Where’s the audience?” James asked. I pointed to the mirror. “This is the anonymous room. The audience is usually our VIP crowd—people who are afraid of being recognized.”
“But there is an audience back there,” Adam confirmed.
I nodded and his grin grew as he ripped off his shirt. “I’ve always loved an audience.”
I turned to James and he was shedding his jeans, clearly excited to get started. “I’m always game, you know that.”
I did. That’s one thing I loved about him. About them. Soon they were naked and I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. God, they were hot. And I was lucky. Music clicked on and I started to dance, weaving my way around them as I slowly shed my clothes.
Much as I loved the audience, I nearly forgot they were there once my men reached out for me. All I was aware of was their eyes on me. Their loving, tender gazes were all I needed to feel sexy as they pressed against me, Adam behind and James in front. The three of us ground together in time to the music. Their cocks slipped between my thighs and I rubbed against them, loving the friction. Their muscles against my soft curves, their hair against my smooth skin, their hard cocks against my wet pussy.
We were made to be together, the three of us.
James picked me up so I was straddling his waist, Adam’s hands holding me steady as James thrust inside me. Soon we sprawled out on the chaise and Adam moved behind me, parting my ass cheeks and fingering my asshole.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance and I was ready for him—I was ready for both of them. I cried out with pleasure as they filled me up, the three of us moving together as one.
This was the way it should always be—it was the connection I’d been missing. Because this wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just exhibitionism, and it wasn’t just a threesome. It was all of that and more.
When they thrust inside me at once, I nearly exploded with the force of my orgasm. And when the three of us finally came back to reality, spent and weak as we lie there in a tangled mess of limbs, that happiness didn’t fade.
This was just the start.
Keep reading for a sneak peek at the next book in the series, The Naughty Tutor.
The Naughty Tutor
Sorority Sins XXX
If there is one thing I know about myself, it’s that I’m smart. I’m not bragging. I got to skip freshman and sophomore year of college. I’d already taken those classes in high school. And even though I’ll get an undergrad degree in a year, half the classes I’ll take will be graduate level.
What I have never been is popular. Or pretty. I had this straight boy body forever. So supersized brain, kiddy body. Yeah, I was popular with the guys. Note the sarcasm.
Suddenly, my junior year of high school, though most of my classes were on the local college campus, I sprouted tits and an ass. Funny thing is, I didn’t know what to do with them. So I put on sweatpants and baggie shirts and just kept focused on my work.
But other things changed too. My dark hair got silkier, my skin clearer, and even though I didn’t encourage them at all, some boys started looking at me.
I even let one guy on the chess team do me in the bathroom. It was awful. Luckily, it only lasted like five seconds.
But it got me thinking. I bet it isn’t like that with every guy. Some girls talk about it like it’s amazing. And I want to feel that. The more it dominates my thoughts, the more it’s actually starting to get in the way.
So even though I’ll graduate in a year, I decided to rush a sorority anyway. “There has to be drunk guys at parties and I’m pretty enough to get a drunk guy to do me, right?” I blurt out in front of Missy and Morgan, the two rush chairs at the Kappa house.
“Fuck yeah, you are, Clarissa.” Missy looks at me like I’m crazy. “Your baggy clothes and lack of a hair style aren’t hiding the fact that you’re gorgeous.”
“I am not--” I start to respond.
Morgan curls her lip. “Don’t start that shit. The whole, ‘I’m not pretty’ so people will give you compliments.”
“I wasn’t. You think I dress like this because I’m super confident?” I raise my eyebrows at her. Here is the thing—she doesn’t intimidate me. I was on the debate team. I know how to argue with bitches.
But rather than disagree, she gives me a smile. “You want sex, huh?”
I swallow. “Yes, lots of it, honestly.”
Morgan looks at Missy. There is a gleam in her eyes I’m not sure I trust. “You need two things, then. One, new clothes. Two, a little experience to give you confidence.” Then Morgan nods to Missy. “Get Carly and bring your phone. The next valedictorian of this school is going to be a Kappa.”
I don’t know exactly what that means but it has to be a good sign so I follow. In minutes, they have me upstairs in Missy’s room. They are pulling out clothes and Carly starts taking mine off. “Strip, all of it.” She grins. “Even your underwear. You need shit that screams sexy, not grandma.”
“I can get new underwear later.” I’m wondering if I’ve made a poor choice here. Almost naked, in front of all of them?
“Do it,” Morgan gives me that smile again and strips off her pleated, oh-so-good-girl skirt. I dutifully take down my grandma underwear. Her panties are super sexy and I’m pretty sure she shaves her pussy. I want guys. I do. But it’s hot.
“Try on my skirt.” Then she bends down in front of me, her face like an inch from my bush and taps my foot to step into it.
I do it, but now I’m embarrassed because this is actually turning me on a little. She wiggles it up over my hips and then Missy pulls a little sweater over my head and Carly brushes out my hair. Missy adds some lip gloss.
As I turn to the mirror, I nearly choke. Is that me? I do look hot. Curvy, pretty, even sexy, and I give them all a grin. “Oh my God,” I gush. There I am, full lips, high cheekbones, sparkling eyes and a nice rack.
Morgan is still standing in front of me in her teeny thong underwear. She smiles back. “Men and women aren’t that different. Principles of an orgasm are the same.”
My eyebrows go up because she is unbuttoning her shirt. “Okay,” I answer wondering where this is going, though I’m pretty sure I know.
Missy pulls out her phone. “We each make a video when we join the house. It proves your loyalty. That you’ll keep our secrets.”
