by Lucy Smoke
My breathing felt so loud in the silence of the library. My heart thumped against my rib cage, an echo that sounded around us. Dex was completely silent though, as though he wasn't even really there—just a wraith in the darkness, set and ready to take advantage of me. He stopped and pressed my back against a set of shelves. He slid his hands down, against my thighs and around to grip them before he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as his hands trailed up my back.
"Seven … eight … nine..."
Dex's mouth collided with mine; teeth nipping, tongues swirling, lips sucking. I gasped as he pressed his hard cock up against my naked pussy and he swallowed the sound. My hands landed on his arms, one gripping while I tried to keep the walkie in my other hand. I felt like the longer we did this, the more addicted I would become. I would get lost in Dex and I would never want to be found again.
"Ten," Cody ended his countdown.
"Fuck," I hissed as the walkie dropped from my free hand and thumped to the floor. Dex shoved my shirt up and undid his jeans. I helped, lifting my hips as he tucked his cock against my entrance and held it there. When he continued to hold it there, his eyes watching me in the darkness, I whimpered and tried to impale myself on him.
He gripped me harder.
"No," he said. "Put your hands above your head. Grab the shelves. You'll wait until I'm ready to give it to you."
I hesitated, but considering how hot and dominating his words were and how soaked my pussy was, I wanted to do anything he asked of me. I knew if I did, I would get another orgasm. Slowly, I raised my hands up and bent my elbows. My fingertips found the edge of the top shelf and curled around the rim.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes." My voice escaped quietly, barely discernible. He hummed in disappointment and I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes," I repeated.
"Yes, what?" He slipped the head of his cock up and down my pussy, smearing my juices.
I moaned. "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy." Maybe if I used the rough words, he would give me what I wanted. God, I was so horny, I was delirious.
"I know that much, baby," he said. There was a slight intonation in his voice. Something smug, amused. "But I want you to tell me how. Do you want me to fuck you rough? Like I'm taking you against your will? Or gentle like a generous lover?"
My breath shuddered in my chest and choked in my throat. "I-I want it hard. I want you to fuck me hard."
"Rough then?"
God, why was he making me spell it out for him? "Yes!" I snapped. "I want you to fuck me like you fucking mean it."
He leaned forward, his cock pressed further against my pussy and I tightened in response as his head came down to rest on my shoulder. Dex smiled against my skin before turning his head so that his lips were against my neck, just under my ear.
"I always mean it," he said, right before he impaled me.
I gasped as he surged forward, thrusting into sore and tender tissue. He groaned and grabbed my hips. When my arms dropped around his neck and I went for his lips with my own, he stopped. He froze and pulled away, pulled out.
I whined in pain. No! I needed him back inside me.
"Maybe I haven't made my desires clear enough," Dex spoke slowly, low, with an edge of danger in his tone. "I like my sex a particular way. When I said put your fucking hands above your head, what I meant was—don't fucking move unless I tell you to. If you can't do that, I understand. Tell me right now, I won’t be upset.” His voice softened. “If you don’t like this, we can do this the vanilla way, but Jamie … I think you like it. Am I wrong?”
"No," I said, shaking my head back and forth. "You’re not wrong. I’ll behave. I promise. Please just … don’t stop.”
He remained quiet, his cock still hot and hard between my legs, slick with my juice as he spent torturous moments deciding. "Put your hands back on the shelves," he said finally, and I did as he told me, gripping until my knuckles were white. "If you move your arms again, unless I explicitly tell you to, this will all stop. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes."
"From now on, I want you to call me 'Sir’. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." With that, he plunged into me and filled me right to the hilt. I gasped again, feeling myself stretch around his massive length. His breath mingled with mine as his head turned and our eyes met. I wanted so badly to let my arms go, but I didn't dare. Even when they started to ache, it was a good ache. The soreness between my thighs and in my arms would remind me of this moment tomorrow. When I felt the flutterings of another orgasm, I bit down on my lower lip and tried valiantly to hold it back. My thighs clenched, and my hands tightened above me. Dex released one of my legs and I clenched my thighs around him to keep myself up. Slowly, his hand crept up my chest, stopping to play with my nipples, pinching and twisting, sending a fresh rush of wetness between my legs before he continued upward.
His palm circled my neck, not too tight, just resting there. He squeezed along the sides, but never over my windpipe. I closed my eyes, I couldn't see anything anyway. My skin felt like a soundboard of buttons and switches and Dex was hitting every single one of them. Gasping for breath, I kept my orgasm at bay for several extended minutes. They could have been years for all I knew. It left me trembling with the effort and nearly in tears. I wanted it so fucking bad.
When Dex leaned into my neck again and brushed his lips against my ear, I shuddered. His next words sent me careening over the edge. "Come for me, baby."
I slipped, my whole world shattering apart. I couldn't feel my legs to know if I tensed hard enough to keep him inside me. I couldn't feel my arms or my throat, but I knew when his hand released me because there was a fresh rush to my head. A spark that lit within me and a second orgasm slammed into me out of nowhere. I don't know if I screamed or not, but when I came to, Dex had his hand clasped over my mouth as he breathed hard like he had just run a marathon.
He rested his forehead on mine. "Goddamn, baby. Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?"
Perfect? He thought I was perfect? These guys were something else. If anyone was perfect, it was them, and this night … it was eye-opening.
How the hell was I going to walk away when it was all over?
12
Dex and I headed to the bathrooms to clean up. It seemed like that was all I was doing tonight, cleaning up after sex—again and again. I had participated in more sex tonight than I had in my entire life. Granted, eighteen years of life had only amounted to three sexual encounters—and all of them were grossly disappointing. Compared to tonight, though? I was half ready to consider throwing those past memories in the garbage and saying that they didn’t count. Dex left me to go to the men's room and I placed the walkie on the sink as I went into one of the stalls.
As I walked out of the stall, static sounded over the walkie and I picked it up.
"Dex? Dex are you there?" Cody's voice sounded over the line.
“Cody, this is not how you play hide and seek,” Taylor's voice came over the line, chastising. I couldn’t help but smile. They really were just boys under all that muscle and sexual bravado.
"I need to talk to everyone, but I want to … hold on. I want to make sure Dex is on the line. Dex?" I frowned. Why was he specifically wanting Dex? Before I could answer, however, he spoke again. "Dex, I already caught y'all. I know you're in the bathroom and you're the one who left with the walkie. Just press the button to let me know you're there, I don't want Jamie overhearing.”
I froze, my finger hovering over the reply button. Why wouldn’t he want me to overhear? A million and one thoughts raced through my head. The first and foremost, though, was that I’d been right. All that talk about wanting me, about trying a relationship after tonight had been a joke. My heart sank. My stomach cramped. If I pressed it once and let it go, they would think I was Dex. Whatever he was about to say wasn't for me to hear, but I had to know.
I bit my lip
and, shoving my guilt back, I pressed the button once as the static cut out and then came back on again. I backed away from the sinks with the walkie clutched in my hand. I double checked that the volume was turned down as low as I could hear it. Glancing at the bathroom door, I returned to the furthest stall and leaned against it, listening.
“There. He’s there. Now what the hell are you trying to pull?” Darren demanded, sounding irritated. His voice calmed my shaking nerves, but still I didn’t say anything.
"Are we not playing the game anymore?" Taylor asked. "I just found the best spot–"
"It's about Jamie," Cody repeated, cutting them off. I held my breath, bringing the speaker closer to my ear.
"If you're regretting this—" Darren started, his voice growing cold. My throat tightened.
“I’m not regretting a damn thing,” Cody replied. “But I did want to clarify something with the three of you.”
He wasn’t regretting tonight? Was that because he really was into me? Or was it because they had something more sinister planned and hadn’t yet gotten to it?
"So?" Taylor prompted.
Cody’s sigh came over the walkie. “I don’t want tonight to end,” he said. “We talked about making this an actual thing with her—”
“Technically, we planned to approach her after Christmas break…” Taylor commented.
“Yeah well, consider this a Christmas miracle or something then, because I think we really got a chance tonight,” Cody said. “I don’t want tonight to be a one time deal.”
"You think we just want to fuck her and be done with her after tonight?” Darren replied testily. “Come on, Cody, you know me better than that."
"I'm not down with a one-time hookup," Taylor said, his tone even—more serious. "Jamie's cool. She's sweet. I’ve liked her since move-in day. She probably doesn't remember it—she seemed so shocked to meet me—but she helped my little sister when she got lost. We all like her, man. You don’t really think any of us are willing to walk away if she’s ready to give this a real chance, do you?”
I blinked, remembering the blonde, freckled high-schooler who had been looking around for her brother and parents. She had been worried because she had forgotten her cell phone in the car and didn't know where her parents had parked after they dropped her off at the wrong dorm to help her brother. I didn't even remember if Taylor had been there when I walked her to the right dorm. She had been near tears and so had her mom. He remembered that? He remembered me?
"So, we're agreed then," Darren said.
Agreed? I thought. Agreed on what?
"Yeah," Cody sighed.
"And it doesn't bother you guys?" Taylor asked. "The thought of her being with all of us?"
A fivesome? That didn't sound so bad. It actually sounded kind of hot. But we were doing that anyway, weren't we? Why talk about it like it was some big secret. It's not like I wouldn't notice if four dicks were shoved into me in the same night.
"I don't fucking know," Darren said. "I guess … yeah..."
"Do you really think she would choose?" Cody asked. "I don't even want to risk it. I'll be honest, I wouldn't expect her to choose me."
My heart broke. If they wanted me to choose, I didn't know if I could. I hated that Cody thought he wasn't good enough for me to choose. I'd choose him, I knew I would, but I didn't want to choose him over the rest. Did that make me fucked up?
"What about you guys?"
"I don't know if she'd choose me either," Darren admitted.
“I don't want to lose this chance before it's even started,” Taylor agreed.
"Okay, then, we go at this together. After tonight, it's more than just sex," Cody said.
"Agreed," Darren replied.
"I'm down," Taylor acquiesced.
"Dex?" Cody asked. “I’m almost to you. Hurry and give us an answer.”
Shit! I fumbled with the walkie. It slipped out of my hands and crashed to the floor. I quickly bent to pick it up, cursing as I did. The seam was busted open, the small power light completely black.
A knock sounded on the bathroom door. "Jamie? Come on, Cody found us."
My hands shook as I gripped the broken walkie. I strode to the bathroom door and peeked out. In the dim lighting, I could make out that Cody stood on the other side with Dex.
"Hey," I said, opening the door wider and stepped out. "I … um … our walkie is broken."
Cody's eyes widened as he realized that Dex didn't have the walkie. I winced, knowing that I had to come clean.
"Did you … um … did you hear us?" he asked.
Dex frowned, looking between both of us with his brows drawn together.
"Yeah..." I admitted, glancing at my feet.
"You … you pressed the button?" Cody asked. "How did you break the walkie?"
"I d-dropped it."
"What are you talking about?" Dex demanded.
Cody sighed, reaching for my hand. I looked up as he took it. “I think we need to talk,” he said. I nodded, and he raised his walkie to his mouth, pressed down and held the button. "Darren, Taylor, game's over. Meet us in the room. Group meeting."
Both Darren and Taylor replied their affirmatives, and I shuffled on my feet as Cody took my broken walkie away from me. "It's okay, Jamie."
"You're not mad that I eavesdropped?" I asked.
He shrugged. "It was about you and it's not like we weren't going to discuss it with you anyway."
"Discuss what?" Dex asked.
"Being together beyond tonight," Cody replied.
"I see." Dex's head turned, the shadow of his outline moving over my own. He was quiet for a moment. “You’re right. We do need to talk.”
That sounded ominous. More anxiety crept into my mind, but instead of verbalizing it, I simply sighed and followed the two of them back to the study room where they pulled out chairs at the table and sat down. A few minutes later, Taylor and Darren walked in and looked at the three of us, sitting quietly in the dark, before taking their own seats. I wrung my hands in my lap and waited for someone to speak first.
"We were talking over the walkies," Cody explained to Dex. “Discussing the reality of what we’re proposing—a relationship beyond tonight. We thought you were listening in because when you left, you had the walkie." Darren and Taylor both stiffened at this news and I felt a quick flush of guilt. Before anyone could say anything, however, Dex spoke up.
"And you decided something?" he asked. His head remained turned in my direction as he waited for Cody's answer.
"In a manner of speaking," Cody acknowledged.
"None of us want tonight to just be a one and done," Taylor announced. He put it plainly, set the idea on the table in the simplest of terms. "I don't want to fight over you, Jamie," he said to me. "But I'm also not willing to be overlooked."
"Same here," Darren nodded.
"I see," Dex said again, "and what do you want, Jamie?"
"I-I … uh … I don't want to choose," I said. "I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I like all of you. You're nice … not bad to look at. The sex … the sex is definitely good, but now what? We all start dating?" I glanced at Dex. "Are you okay with that?"
"I don't think I've been unclear about my attraction to you," he replied. "If I have to share you to get what I want, I'll do what I have to. Would I like you to myself? Yes, I would, but Jamie, we've known each other all semester, been in some of the same classes. You don't strike me as the type to feel comfortable choosing one over many."
"You're all worth choosing." I slid my gaze from Dex to Cody, and then Darren and Taylor. "It's not that I don't want any of you. It's that I want all of you."
Good God, did I really just say that? I groaned and let my face fall into my hands.
"I didn't mean it like … I … shit..."
"I think we know what you meant, sweetcheeks." Taylor grinned as I looked up.
"So, let's give it a try then," Darren said. "Let's date."
He couldn't possibly mean that they were wi
lling to let me…
"All of us?" I clarified, lifting my hands completely away from my face.
"Yeah," he replied. "Let's try it. I'll date you. Cody will date you. Dex. Taylor." He paused for a moment, flicking a glance at the other guys. "But I'm only interested in you, Jamie. I have no problem with guys who are into other guys, but I'm completely and solely into Jamie." I chuckled as he flicked looks at each of the guys as he made that last statement.
They all replied with their agreeing sentiment, and I covered my mouth as a full laugh bubbled up. “Okay, so let's say we give it a shot after tonight. When does that start?" I glanced toward the window as I phrased the question. The dull roar that I’d grown accustomed to outside of the building was calmer now. The silence was soothing. My attention flipped back to the guys.
"Why not right now?" Taylor surprised me by being the first one to speak. He stood and moved around the table toward me. He held his hand out for mine and looking around the table, I gave it to him and let him help me stand. “Are you game?” he asked.
I sucked in a breath, but nothing in the world could have stopped the smile in my soul from spreading across my face. “Yes,” I said.
Taylor gripped the bottom of my shirt and slowly tugged upward. When he pulled it away, his hands returned to my waist, lifting and depositing me on the table. He slowly pushed me until I laid back. His mouth found my neck and he rubbed his face against me, slowly moving down until he was kneeling on the floor between my splayed legs.
His stubble covered jaw brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I rolled my head back and moaned as he moved his mouth up and covered my clit, sucking it firmly in between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. I had no idea that so many guys could be so goddamn good at this.
I panted, but when I reached for his hair—needing a physical part of someone to hold onto, something stopped me. Dex took my hand and brought it back up over my head holding it down. I turned and glanced at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He nodded at someone over my chest and another pair of hands grabbed my other wrist, bringing it up into the same position. I flipped my head to that side, greeted by Darren's gorgeous hazel eyes as he leaned over me.
