And all the while June practically shivered with anticipation, small sighs and pants escaping her; sometimes my name, sometimes his. A flash of jealousy returned but instead of making me want to punch Ronan, it made me want to outdo him. And if his participation in June’s undoing would help get me there, then all the better for me. I wanted to show the bastard up but I also wanted this; June dissolving in a pleasure I had yet to give her on my own. The kind of pleasure that obliterated those lines she’d drawn around her own control.
I wanted her to build beyond them, then I wanted her to break.
I put my hands on her hips and oriented her body so that her back was facing Ronan. He groaned in approval, trailing kisses down her back until he reached her ass. I continued onmy parallel path until I was right where I belonged, at home between those thighs that I could happily make my final resting place.
June’s legs nearly gave out from under her as we began to eat her out at the same, and we had to help hold her up. She still had a hand on each of our heads, her hips sliding back and forth. I groaned, aching to touch myself and find some relief. But I had to keep my hands on her hips, hold her steady.
I had never heard June sound like this.
My eyes fluttered up to look at her and the sight made me salivate. Ronan was right. Anything I’d ever made her feel before didn’t compare to this. She rolled her hips against my face with abandon, more free and greedier than I’d ever experienced her before.
I didn’t realize I was moaning too. I sucked her clit into my mouth, working a finger inside of her pussy as Ronan continued rimming her ass. I could’ve closed my eyes and stayed there listening to her for the rest of the night but it seemed there were other plans still waiting for us.
“I need someone inside me,” June gasped, trapped between our mouths. Her body was wracked by small spasms of pleasure every time she tried to move one way or the other. “Please!”
“You need to come first,” Ronan said. He slapped her ass and she yelped, her hips impulsively driving forward and grinding into my face. I simply sucked harder, curling my finger inside of her and she practically screamed.
“Look at us being allsimpatico, huh, Lucas?” Ronan chuckled. I couldn’t even respond. I was too focused on what I was doing, addicted to the taste of her. “That’s it.”
I wanted to throw a retort back at him but I couldn’t.
“Baby,” he continued, this time turning his attention back to June as he kneaded her ass cheek. “We need you to come for us first before either of us are inside you. Can you do that for us?”
A thrill went through me. June nodded, desperately, her eyes pinching shut. I could see Ronan leaning up to kiss her lower back.
23
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June
I felt like I was on cloud nine.
My friends had noticed the second they saw me show up to class, but no amount of badgering on their part was going to get the truth out of me. Not when I finally felt more at ease in my skin than ever before.
Things seemed to be coming together, both in and out of the classroom. And if I wasn’t mistaken, I could’ve sworn that Lucas looked a little more cheery than usual, too. Unlike Ronan, he found it harder to fully mask his emotions. He wasn’t so obviously deviating from his normal script that anyone else might’ve noticed, but I caught the sparkle in his eye when he entered the lecture hall, and the way his smile never quite left his mouth even when there was nothing to actually smile at.
Well, nothing for public consumption, anyway.
Seeing him like that lit a fire inside me, and amplified my own sense of gratification. In the immediate aftermath of what we did together, he’d gone silent and I’d been worried that he didn’t enjoy himself. But looking at him today, I was pretty sure that wasn’t the case.
“If you turn your attention to the slide, you’ll see the next problem. The site plan in front of you has perimeter fencing and a single gated entrance. If you had to take on the perspective of a pedestrian attempting to navigate their way toward the transithub, what would the primary structural flaw be here?” he said, gaze sweeping over the room.
A few hands went up but mine was the fastest. He nodded at me. “Yes, Miss Price?”
“Total lack of permeability,” I answered simply. A wicked thought suddenly occurred to me, and I smiled at him innocently. “I think it’s important to have as manypoints of entryas possible into the urban fabric. You know, to keep things… flowing.”
Lucas’s ears turned bright red but to his credit, he didn’t miss a beat. He crossed his arms, a look on his face that told me he almost wanted to give into the challenge.
“As much as I can appreciate your concern for “access”, you need to remember that high-density permeability usually requires a Special Use Permit. Let’s keep it to the public side of the property line for now, shall we?” he answered.
A surge of adrenaline shot through me at his response. It was professional and authoritative, sure, but that bite on the promise of “for now” was all I needed to hear. Lucaswasin fact taking up the challenge and even if his voice held steady, the blush that dusted his ears and neck told a different story. Knowing I could fluster him during class was such a rush.
It laid the groundwork for what I had planned after class.
“You’re not coming with us? We’re going off campus for lunch,” Chloe said as we packed up and readied to leave. James slung an arm over her shoulders and leaned in, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in amusement. When did that latest development happen?
“I have something I need to talk to Professor Blackwell about first,” I told them. “But I’ll join you next time.”
