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Okay, Ares too. He was a free agent and could do what he wanted, but I couldn't help thinking of him as mine, if only a little bit.
I blinked and tried to focus on the screen.
"All work and no play…" Ice whispered as he silently pushed my door open.
"Hey." Once, I would have been annoyed at the interruption, but today I was glad for the chance to take a break. I closed my screen and put my laptop on the table beside my bed.
"Are the other guys with you?" I leaned over to look past him, but the corridor was dark and empty.
"Nope, I snuck away when they were having a deep and meaningful conversation about cock size." Ice grinned and stepped into the room. He shut the door behind him.
"Who would win that argument?" The skinny dipping hadn't happened yet so all I had to go on was my imagination. Which I admit was very fertile. When I wasn't having nightmares, I was dreaming and fantasising about all three guys. Fantasies that left me wet and panting, and tracing circles around my clit with my fingertips.
The bed dipped as Ice sat down beside me.
"Ares," he said. "Although, Mannix and I give him a run for his money. He just happens to be thicker than us. Mannix is a bit longer. Mine slants to the left a little, but has the added bonus of some jewellery."
My eyes widened. "Jewellery?" My mouth was suddenly dry.
"You want to see?" His hands hovered over the button of his jeans. His eyebrows were raised and he looked straight at me. Not pressuring, not being sleazy, just happy to share.
"Um." Great, now I looked like a complete idiot. I'd never been ashamed of being a virgin, but the only cocks I ever saw were on the Internet. Unless you counted the shared bathrooms in preschool, which I didn't.
He placed his hands on the top of the bed covers behind him and leaned back.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry if I did."
I licked my lips. "You didn't. I've just been thinking a lot about…" If my face was any hotter I'd catch fire.
"External and internal stimuli?" he asked.
"Right, that." I hadn't been able to think of much else, even with the gymnastics class and the report I was supposed to write. I felt like my senses were full of the smell and feel of Mannix and Ice.
"Would you like some more?" he asked softly.
I swallowed hard.
"Yes, please," I whispered.
He slowly raised one hand as though I was a wild animal, and cupped my cheek. He stroked the pad of his thumb across my jawline and leaned in to brush his lips over mine.
Gradually, his touch became firmer, kisses more demanding. He swiped his tongue across my lips and into my mouth.
Before I lost my breath completely, he drew back.
His hand still on my cheek, he said, "Close your eyes."
My heart raced, but I shut them.
"Imagine me sliding my hands up under your shirt. Across the tight, smooth skin of your stomach. Up to the bottom of your breasts."
As he spoke, I could almost feel him doing those things. He wasn't. The only place he touched me was my cheek. His voice was so hypnotic, so enticing, he gave me tingles everywhere.
"Imagine my fingers circling your nipples. You know how that feels, don't you? You've touched yourself?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Good," he said softly. "Imagine me rolling those stiff little peaks between my thumb and forefinger. They feel so perfect."
