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“Oh, I’m a chief now?” Danny says, as though Arabella has shared good news indeed. “How delightful to be moving up in the world.”
“I know you’re a chief,” Arabella whispers acerbically. “And Jessa is, too.”
I’d been leisurely running my fingers up Rory’s cock, letting it dance and jolt beneath me, but the sound of my name cuts through our giddy triumph like a blade. Rory pets me. I try to reason that I’m safe enough with Danny shielding me, his legs stretched beside me like a barrier, that it’d be unlikely for Arabella to sit at one of the other two chairs.
“When you call everyone you don’t like a chief, it loses its power. We’re like fairies that way. We might just fade away.” It’s the sassiest I’ve known Danny, and I even hear Rory suppress a soft breathy laugh. “Now, if you don’t mind,” Danny adds in an upbeat tone, flicking through the pages of whichever book he’s brought with him, “I also have to study.”
There’s a moment of what feels like shocked silence from Arabella, and I take advantage of it to slide Rory’s cock between my lips and seal my mouth around him. His thumb caresses my forehead tenderly, and I almost hear the words he’d impart if he could:good girl. For better or worse, I choose to ignore Arabella and lower my mouth down, down to lavish the thick vein prominent and striking on the velvety underside of his length. My fingers lean forward, delving beneath the waistband of Rory’s boxer-briefs to play with his tightening testicles.
“What’s that?” Arabella asks sharply, and my heart stops. I freeze in absolute terror — a rabbit, caught. Fear slides down my arched spine.Game over, I think dismally to myself, my hand trapped in Rory’s warm den, my mouth deeply worshiping his cock.Game fucking over.
“I believe you call that abook,” Rory drawls, as though his cock weren’t currently stuffed between my tongue and my cheek. “It’s an object you read when you want better than a B-.”
I breathe around him, my heart hesitantly restarting. I’m jumpy as hell, waiting for Arabella to catch me, to sense something weird going on.
But, to Arabella, we’re the biggest weirdos in the school. Perhaps this is par for the course.
“No,that,” she says urgently, and I hear a book being dragged above me from Danny’s direction. In a tight voice, Arabella whispers, “What the hell is this?”
There’s a long pause, and then Danny, sounding bewildered, answers, “That’s… still a book.”
“I know it’s abook,” she hisses indignantly. “It’s a book on theex-Royal family. This shouldn’t be here!”
“Oh? That’s strange. There’s a whole section on them down that aisle.” I hear the subtle nudging in Danny’s tone, urging Arabella to clear off.
“There’s awhat?!”
And finally, finally, she stomps away. I wait until I hear her footsteps recede before allowing myself to relax. My muscles flood with welcome relief and a warning buzz no longer consumes my mind.
Above me, in his authentic, gruff, about-to-lose-it voice, Rory whispers to Danny, “Thank you.”
Danny drops the saccharine charm he’d been using with Arabella. “You two are fucking crazy,” he mutters, before adding quietly, “and I think I’m in love with you both.” He clears his throat, his chair scraping backward. “Should I, ah—?”
“No.Stay.” I’ve rarely heard Rory so insistent when giving a command. He blows out an extended breath as his cock surges in and out of my mouth. Danny’s presence, as well as shielding me, also allows Rory to unleash all the words he’d kept at bay. Pleas to the gods patter onto the table, pent-up expletives are pushed forth. Chants offuckmingle with headyoh my Gods, and I wish I could see him gripping the table, I wish I could see Danny, too — is he watching Rory? Pretending to read? But I know Danny, and I know he’s trapped in the same vortex of pleasure-pain-lust-love he feels for Rory Munro that all of us do, and this is intimacy on a whole new scale. So I picture Danny, pupils blown, jaw slack with awe, watching this semi-public show, as Rory finally fucks my mouth raw and erupts down my throat in the middle of the library.
Rory’s palm slams onto the desk, a sudden thudding fist to the wood. He pushes his chair back, scraping noisily, his hips cresting along the edge. It’s no longer a silent, secret affair. He thrusts brazenly into my mouth, to the point I’m delirious as I swallow, swallow, swallow the spurting tides of Rory’s orgasm, the wild roar he’d have given pouring down my throat instead of exploding from his. I slurp as he paints rough, weighty streaks into my mouth, and I try to claim all of him, try not to spill a drop, as his breathing — andDanny’s, I think wonderingly — becomes an unsteady zigzag bouncing above me, caught between two panting boys.
All of me is tight. All of me craves more.
I wish I could be taken over the desk. Fucked in front of speechless classmates. A mess of unapologetic, hedonistic sinning, the only purity its absolute filth.
Pleasure ratchets through me, so swift and brutal that I think I might combust.
Rory strokes my head again, smoothing my hair to one side and pinning me roughly with his warm palm. I’m still sucking, soothed, on the tip of his cock, unwilling to let go. But with a gentle hand, Rory frees himself from my lips and tucks his length into the fabric. With a quick zip, it’s as though nothing untoward had ever happened here.
“What?” Rory asks bluntly, directed to Danny.
“You. You look…” I hear Danny swallow, and then the hoarse, “Nothing.”
“I get it, D-boy. I’m hot stuff. Try not to swoon.” Rory pushes his chair back, and my view of the outside world substantially expands. Rory’s staring down at me, inspecting me like a treasure behind glass, his gray eyes roaming my face and lingering on my damp, swollen lips. “You missed a spot,” he says quietly, and smirks. I watch, bemused, as he accidentally-on-purpose knocks his book to the floor, and then, with his smirk ever-growing, draws his chair back even more to stand up. “Get that for me, will you, D-boy?”
From beneath the table, I watch Rory nod in my direction. It takes a moment but then Danny seems to understand Rory’s meaning, and the chair behind me also scrapes. I turn, watching avidly as Danny lowers himself to the floor. His cheeks are startlingly pink, his brown eyes deep and sparkling. We’re crouched together under the table as if sheltering from the outside, with Rory watching us and keeping guard, pretending to look bored. When Danny reaches across for the book, Rory makes a softtsking noise.
“I think he wants you to kiss me,” I murmur. “I knowIwant you to kiss me.”
“No, I know what he wants,” Danny says, watching my lips carefully, and he positions his hand securely against the base of my neck. His thumb outlines the dips and slopes of my face, before slowing at the very corner of my mouth. He dabs at it with his thumb, and I realize with a flash of heat that it’s from Rory. Danny inspects the pad of his thumb — and I watch, in astonishment, as he brings it to his tongue and tastes.
My gaze shoots to Rory, who’s making a show of adjusting the strap on his bag. He stops, watching us instead, and rolls his eyes at Danny.
