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“Gods, Snow. How do you do this to me?” Trace groaned, moving his hands down to my hips and holding them steady as his hardening cock pressed against me. I could feel an answering flush of arousal in my pussy, my body clamoring for more of his touch, his taste, his scent.
I was hungry for these men all the time. A constant craving that never seemed to be fully sated.
“Fuck, Trace. I want you.”
The words were muffled, swallowed up by another deep kiss, but he heard them anyway.
Or maybe he didn’t need to hear them. Maybe he just knew.
Wrenching his lips from mine, he used his grip on my hips to spin me around, bending me over the table. A prickle of excitement darted up my spine as I arched my back, urging him on with a low moan.
This wasn’t what we’d come in here for, but I wasn’t leaving this room until I’d felt Trace’s cock inside me. I needed it more than I needed fucking air right now.
Eager to feel his bare skin against mine, I fumbled with the button and fly of my pants, shoving them down as I heard Trace do the same with his clothes behind me. My breath shuddered when he put his hands on me again, his large palms caressing the rounded curves of my ass.
When he spread my cheeks and pressed a thumb into the tight ring of muscles around my asshole, my fingernails clawed at the table. The jolt of sensation had my toes curling in my shoes, and I groaned loudly—louder than I should have for a quickie in a study room. But Trace didn’t seem inclined to try to shut me up. His thumb probed deeper, the sudden intrusion making my core clench and my clit throb.
“Oh, holy shit,” I grunted, and he chuckled.
“I still think about what you told me the first time we fucked, Snow,” he murmured quietly, his other hand sliding through my folds, dipping into my channel, testing my readiness. When he felt how wet I was, he groaned appreciatively. “I remember how you said you’d take us all at once. Me, Lachlan, Merrick, and you. All together. One in your pussy. One in your mouth. And one in this tight, dark hole.”
As he spoke, he pressed his thumb deeper, fucking me with the fingers of his other hand. My eyes were practically rolling back in my head. I had thought this was going to be a fast, hard fuck, but Trace was turning it into something else entirely.
Something delicious and debauched.
Anyone could walk in at any moment and see me bent over the table, my legs spread for the man behind me, his thumb in my ass and his fingers in my dripping pussy. The odds of another student coming in here were low, but the very fact that we could get caught only heightened my awareness, making every sensation seem to surge through my body with the force of a tidal wave.
“I’ve made myself come thinking about it,” Trace admitted, and I could hear the raw truth in his words. “I’m getting harder right now just thinking about it. So hard precum is spilling out of me. So hard it hurts. My cock is dying for you, Snow. It’s fucking dying.”
“Let me have it,” I rasped, bumping my hips back against him, begging for more. “Please.”
His fingers left my pussy, but he kept his thumb right where he was as he grabbed my hip with one hand, smearing my cream all over my
skin. I felt the rounded head of his cock breach my entrance, and then he drove forward, impaling me in a single hard stroke.
And it turned out I hadn’t been wrong after all.
It was a hot, hard fuck.
With his thumb relentlessly teasing my back hole, he thrust into me again and again, setting up a tempo that made the table wobble beneath me. His hips slapped against my thighs every time he plunged into me, and the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh mingled with our harsh breaths.
We weren’t being quiet.
We weren’t being subtle.
But I didn’t give even a single fuck about that.
My pussy walls gripped his cock so tightly I swore I could feel the contour of every vein and ridge on his thick length. I arched my back even more, going up onto my elbows as my mouth hung open and I panted breathlessly.
“It would feel like this, Ari. With me inside you and Lach or Merrick in your ass,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Only bigger. So much bigger. And so much deeper. But you could take all of us, couldn’t you? You’re a fucking fighter.”
Gods, I couldn’t even imagine it. The overload of sensations from just his thumb was about to do me in, making speech practically impossible.
But the thought of it being Lachlan or Merrick… of having two of these men’s cocks inside me at once, while I teased and licked and sucked the third man’s shaft?
“Fuck!” I choked out as my whole body locked up, sweet ecstasy bursting through me. The orgasm took no fucking prisoners, tearing through me as filthy, sexy images danced in my vision.
Trace drove into me so hard and fast that the table began to scrape across the floor, and then he stopped, grinding his hips against me as he emptied himself inside my tight channel.
