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“You guys wouldn’t believe how wet I am. Help me. Get me off?”
“We will,” Tristan answered this time. “We will make you come so hard you’ll think your eyes will explode.”
I loved that these four men were so eager to help and that they were eloquent in doing it. They could be all Neanderthal about it, tell me to send them pictures of my tits or my pussy, or tell me how they were going to fuck me and not care about what I felt or experienced, but they seemed to really care about mutual pleasure and that was huge for me.
My finger strummed over my clit again and I started to press into it, to see if that helped the ache. It felt so good. I started to make slow circles, directly on it, soft and gentle, but enough to make sparks fly.
The phone pinged and I glanced at it.
“About that earlier text. You still want me to fuck you while you get your pussy licked?” Michael asked causing pictures to form in my head.
A bed with a tall headboard, tall enough for me to hold onto as I ground my hips down into a face or thrust them back to take Michael’s cock inside me. Something started, deep inside of me, and then it bloomed into an explosion that rocked through me. Everything went quiet as release echoed through me on the waves of pleasure that swept up into my brain. It felt so good, too good to be real, but it was.
My finger danced, it strummed out each quake of pleasure as my legs pulled up, clenched together on another wave of bliss. This is what I was taking from Amanda. This was why I wouldn’t give that bitch her phone back. I needed this. And the revenge I would get on her.Chapter SevenI had the best dreams of my life when I went to sleep that night. When I woke up with a smile on my face the next morning, I didn’t feel the least little bit of guilt either. Whether this panned out for me or not, I was about to wreck Amanda’s plans. That felt petty of me, but it also felt really, really good.
Brooklyn came in, changed her clothes, and barely said a word to me. She wasn’t upset, she was just lost in a cloud of thought.
“What’s up with you, Brook?” I asked as I put my jacket on and grabbed my bag. I might be a petty bitch now, at least when it came to Amanda, but I loved my best friend.
“Nothing. Just… Well, I’ll talk to you about it later.” She gave me one of those smiles that isn’t reassuring at all but is meant to be.
I frowned, my lips pursed to the right, but let her have her privacy for now. Kind of.
“You’re okay, though?” I pushed one last time.
“Yes, I’m fine. Really. Just a lot on my mind. We’ll talk later.” She put her hand on my arm then walked to the door.
We went our separate ways as she headed off to do a shift at the hospital for her clinical training, and I went off to find my own class. I smiled as bright sunlight beamed off windows and windshields; the day just a little bit brighter after the evening I’d spent alone. Only I wasn’t really alone. I was with four deeply sensual men.
I could barely concentrate on my class, especially when I felt my phone vibrate between my legs. This professor absolutely hated students using their phones during class, but I didn’t care. I was in the back, the prof faced the wall as she presented a PowerPoint presentation to us, she wouldn’t see me.
“My cock is so hard for you right now I might have to stay in bed this morning,” Michael’s name appeared beside the text.
I could swear I hummed with delight, but when I checked there was nobody staring at me like I was freak. I quickly sent a winking emoji and put my phone back between my legs. I couldn’t concentrate on the presentation after that, even though I tried. All I could think about was Michael, alone in his bedroom, taking matters into his own hands.
A student in front of me turned to look at me with curiosity when I hummed again. It might have even been a strangled moan. I looked away, my face now on fire.
The boys were all dark-haired with light gray eyes. While they all had oval-shaped faces and noses that suited their faces, Michael had short hair and full lips. Adam’s hair was longer, down to his collar. Tristan’s was curly and a tad long, but not too long. Just enough to run your fingers through, like an Irish poet. Daniel’s was a bit long on top but shorter around the sides and back, a debonair look that reminded her of some of the younger rock stars.
