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Chapter 40
Astrid
It’s easier to break into Foxworth House than it should be, but why would anyone want to break in and risk the wrath of Rawlins? Of course, Pierce has a key, and eventually, he explains that his family has kept keys to all the buildings they donated. Each set of keys is passed down to the next Vanderbilt to attend Stonehaven.
The bin liner is dumped on Alice the admin’s desk. Let her freak out and tell Rawlins.
“Now what?” Pierce sits down in one of the high-back chairs near the desk, “It’s early still.”
My adrenaline is pumping, too, as I lean against the windowsill, grinning like a kid that’s gotten away with it. I smile at nothing as I wrap my arm around Bryce’s shoulder, and he pulls me into his side. We laugh stupidly until Pierce tells us to knock it off.
“You wanna get caught?” he demands, “Because you’re acting like you do.”
“Let’s hide out here for a while.” Justin sits in the other chair in front of her desk. “They’re not looking for people inside. Just people trying to sneak out of the gate. Who’s going to look in here?”
Bryce sits behind her desk and tries the desk drawers. He tugs hard at the bottom one, and when he can’t get it open, he searches the center drawer for a letter opener.
“I knew she drank. You can’t work here and not.” He pauses, poking at something else. “Astrid, there’s a file in here with your name.”
There is, and I open it, finding several pages describing my bad behavior. Pierce stands behind me, reading over my shoulder, using his phone to light the pages. He scoffs then laughs when he reads the page describing my loose sexual morals.
He pulls a few joints from his pocket. “Should we party here?”
I roll my eyes and put the folder away. I notice that there’s no file on either of the boys. They offer me joints and fuck me in bathrooms, but there’s no file on them. I try not to fume, but I do.
The bottle is passed from hand to hand, and the smell of heavy smoke hangs in the stale room. I don’t even need a joint and inhale the thick smoke above my head as I sit on the desk. Wyatt’s thigh touches mine as he leans against it.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Nodding, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I pivot on the desk, opening my legs so he can lean in between them. He holds me tight, and his lips gently touch mine as if he’s daring me to kiss him back. His hand touches the small of my back, brushing against my ass.
Wyatt pulls away, and his gaze darts to the others watching us. Should I say something? I don’t have a chance before his mouth crashes into mine, claiming it.
“Why him?” Pierce asks. “I don’t get his appeal. He looks like a smelly derelict grubbing change and cigarette butts.”
“Astrid has good taste,” Wyatt smirks at me. “Let her choose.”
I shake my head. “I can’t make up my mind.”
“Let me help you out,” whispers Wyatt.
His hands move lower, cupping my ass, and my hesitation is quickly replaced with eagerness. Gradually, I get into them watching us make out. The room is motionless in absorbed interest— no rude mutterings or mocking. Soon I forget we’re not alone and wrap my legs around Wyatt’s waist. His joggers keep nothing down. And I rub myself against his hard bulge and rock my body into his. My mouth locks on his, sealing off a little moan.
I turn my head and open my eyes just a little. Bryce leans back in Rawlins’s desk chair and stares at us as he slowly strokes his hard bulge through his cargos. He watches without jealousy or hatred as his hand moves slowly up and down. I let out another moan and put on a little show for him.
“I want to take this off,” I tell Wyatt and tug at my jacket. “It’s getting hot.”
Pierce laughs, and I glance over. He’s seated with his legs wide open and his cock jutting out of his fly. The light from our phones is dim, but the wetness on his hand is visible as he strokes his length. Of course, Pierce gets off on watching, and I relax into my confidence.
I zip my jacket open, and it slides off my shoulders. Slowly, I lift my T-shirt over my head, giving teasing glimpses until I toss it onto the floor. My plain cotton bra is back in the dorm. Tonight I wore my sexy new one, and my hard nipples peek through the swirls of lace.
I lock eyes with Pierce as I lower my hands and loosen the string on Wyatt’s pants. Licking my lips, I reach in, and my fingers trace Wyatt’s growing cock. He lets out a low moan as his head dips down. My gaze never leaves Pierce as Wyatt’s cock straightens against his lean abs. The tingling starts inside me as I brush my lace-covered breasts against his shirt, teasing another stiff inch until he’s rock hard.
My gaze travels over to Justin, and his hands are gripping the arms of the chair. He moves his hips, writhing in the seat as he gets off on the visual.
Bryce stands, and I feel his heat before he touches me. I tilt my face, and he kisses me hard, holding my chin in his fingers while bruising my lips with his. I sigh as he lets go of my mouth, and I lean into Wyatt, who tightens his hold around my waist.
I reach behind me with my free hand and feel Bryce’s cock. He loosens his pants, letting them slide down to his knees. My hand glides along the straight line of his shaft. It’s thick, hard, and long. That picture floats into my mind of the woman taking two hard cocks inside her. I won’t twist myself up like a pretzel bound by rope, but I’m curious if I could take all of theirs into me. My pussy twitches and swells with dirty thoughts of being soaked and filled.
I squeeze out of Wyatt’s grip and dodge Bryce’s as I hop off the desk. I stand in front of the window, allowing the soft light to turn me into a silhouette. I can be seen from outside if a guard passes, but I’m floating on a high, not from vodka and weed, but the lust of four men. I just want to be fucked.
I kick off my shoes, and my nylon pants slide down to the floor. I reach behind me, arching my back as I unhook my bra. I let it fall to the floor. I turn my back, sticking my ass out as I slip my moist panties down my thighs. The dim light plays across my bare skin, and I gaze at each one of them over my shoulder. The boys I hated, now I love. I place my finger over my slit and stick my finger in my mouth. I suck on it, pretending it’s their thick, hard manhoods, and take it out of my mouth with a pop.
My voice is low and hoarse. “I want to be fucked on her desk.”
