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NOVA

It is my turn to watch.

Mack rises from his chair and steps out from behind the desk. He’s not looking at me – he’s looking at Sam.

Leaning back against the windowsill, I grip it tightly as heat skitters up the inside of my thighs.

Striding to the door, Mack locks it with a swipe of his hand, then turns around and folds his arms across his chest. The dark gray t-shirt he’s wearing emphasizes the ice-blue of his eyes, and when he meets Sam’s gaze, I feel Sam’s heart begin to race.

Hands at his sides, Sam flexes his fingers. His jaw twitches. His muscles tense with anticipation.

Seeing them look at each other like this never gets old. When they told me what happened in the woods when I was gone, I could tell they were nervous; worried I’d be upset that they took pleasure in each other while they were grieving me.

Upset? I could hardly stop myself from laughing when they sat there, eyes wide with worry, waiting for my response. The thought of Mack and Sam together is something I’d never contemplated, but as soon as the image formed in my mind… suddenly, I could think of nothing I needed to see more.

And when I did see it… holy stars, it was better than I ever thought it would be.

Now, Mack closes the gap between him and Sam in one confident move. He is taller and broader, and he clasps the back of Sam’s head with a force that makes my breath hitch in my chest.

Without saying a word, Mack brings Sam’s lips to his own. They kiss deeply, exploring each other as if it’s the first time. They are doing it for me… they know I like them to go slowly.

When Sam moves his lips to Mack’s neck, Mack tilts his head back. A deep, growl-like groan parts his lips. He winds his fingers into Sam’s dark, curly hair. Then his other hand settles at Sam’s waist.

Sam’s chest rises and falls in anticipation as his fingers trail up Mack’s body, finally coming to rest on the hem of Mack’s t-shirt. Teasingly, he pulls it off, exposing broad shoulders and strong arms that ripple with muscle.

Mack takes Sam’s shirt off next. Sam sucks in a deep breath as Mack runs his hands across the scars on his back. They stand there like that for a moment, their chests rising and falling together as they take in each other’s warmth. I can feel my own breath hitch at the sight of them standing so close together.

Mack gets down on his knees, never breaking eye contact with Sam. His hands grip Sam’s hips while he leans forward and kisses his stomach, licking his way down until he is between Sam’s legs.

My heart is pounding in my chest and a fierce heat rushes up from between my legs, flooding my core. I lift up my skirt and begin to touch myself, pressing against the pleasure point that is begging for attention.

Finally, Mack unfastens Sam’s belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down over his hips. His cock springs free, and Mack immediately seals his mouth over its tip, swirling his tongue over the sensitive head before taking Sam deeper toward the back of his throat.

A shuddering breath swells in my ribcage, and I press harder on the spot just above my clit.

Until now, neither of my boys has looked at me. But now Sam’s gaze collides with mine. He bites his lower lip, taking in my flushed face and the way my hand is moving between my legs.

A guttural moan causes him to sway on his feet. He grasps Mack’s shoulder for support and thrusts harder into the Professor’s mouth.

And that image – Mack on his knees, letting Sam fuck his mouth – makes pleasure bloom fiercely between my legs.

When Mack moves faster, tongue flicking against Sam’s inner thighs, I find myself mirroring their movements with my hand between my legs, desperate for some release from the pressure coiling in my body.

Sam’s face is beautiful with strain, his mouth parted slightly, his eyes squeezed shut. The cords in his neck stand out as he pumps his hips forward.

I cup my breasts through my shirt, then quickly pull my bra down under them, pinching my nipples through the fabric as Sam spasms in his orgasm.

As soon as he comes, Mack keeps sucking until Sam groans once more in pleasure.

When Sam finally collapses against the desk, and Mack stands to look at me, sparks flutter from my skin into Mack’s dimly lit office.

Gently, Sam kisses Mack on the lips before he moves his hips back and slides his jeans back up his thighs. He reaches for a bottle of water, takes a sip, then hands it to Mack.

Mack takes a drink, then he looks at me. “Are you okay, Little Star?”

I am so turned on right now that I can hardly form words. My body sparkles with arousal, and my hands are shaking – I can barely hold myself up. There is no way I’m going to be okay for a while.