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“So do you.”
“Agree to disagree?”
Our faces are so close, our lips are touching when we speak, and the tension between us is thick. I feel like my body’s vibrating.
Trey clears his throat. Lincoln turns to glare at him.
“You guys didn’t have to drop everything for me,” I say quietly.
Lincoln moves to sit on my bed and pulls me into his lap, his arms a possessive band around my waist.
Trey walks over and Link and I scoot closer to the headboard, making room for Trey at the foot of the tiny twin bed.
“We missed you,” Trey says huskily. He cups my face in his large hands. The warm ambient light brings out the gold in his eyes and hair. “But we can leave if you want.”
“No, it’s okay,” I say quickly.
“Your dorm is so small,” Link says, looking around.
I roll my eyes at his rich-boy tone. “Not all of us can afford the penthouse. Have you guys never seen my dorm?”
Lincoln stiffens against me, and I look back at him. His eyes are fixed on my pillow, or more specifically, the stuffed cat next to my pillow.
I flush. “That’s Ani, my stuffed cat.” I elbow him in the stomach playfully. “You’re not going to make fun of me for having a toy, are you? You have Ninja Turtles action figures in your kitchen cupboards.”
“She may have a point,” Trey mutters.
Link picks up the cat, running his hands through her faux fur, a smile playing on his lips.
“What?” I ask, staring at his amused expression.
“Nothing.” He turns back to me, and his eyes are hungry again. My stomach flips when his fingers graze my neck, and I feel his erection hardening against my back.
Then Trey leans forward and presses his lips firmly to mine. When I open my mouth, allowing him access, he sighs happily.
My head spins as Link kisses my neck, his teeth nibbling and biting. His fingers inch under my shirt, pulling at the hem, and I break apart from Trey, allowing Link to pull the material over my head.
Trey’s eyes lock with Lincoln’s, the look communicating something. Then Trey stands, walks over to my desk, and turns off the light.
Link turns and wedges his body between my legs so that I’m looking up at him. He stands on his knees, fingering the button on his jeans with intent, but curiously, his hands are shaking. I reach for him, pushing his fingers gently to the side to help. Once Link’s pants are off, I sense more than see him pull off his shirt.The room is so dark, I can hardly make out his silhouette. Then he leans over me, his body a warm, heavy heat against my skin.
I hear Trey’s movements close by as he removes his clothing as well. Then the bed dips as he sits beside us in the small space, his hands tangling in my hair, but he seems to be letting Link control the situation. Trey’s cock bobs close to my head, and he starts to pull on it in slow, languid strokes.
I moan when Lincoln grinds his dick against my pussy, our underwear the only thing separating us from complete skin-on-skin contact. Lincoln and I have never had sex, but I get the impression that he wants to now, and I know I certainly do. Being in the near pitch-blackness like this, it’s an oddly familiar feeling. I’ve only experienced it with one other person—a nameless, faceless stranger I surrendered to and who somehow erased all my pain, if only for a little while.
The moment we’re in overlaps with that memory, and it whisks me back.
TWO YEARS AGO…
“I want you,” I breathe. “Please.” And I grab his ass, pulling him closer to my aching cunt. His cock slides through my folds, his warm, sticky precum mixing with my arousal and creating delicious friction against my clit. Then I feel the head of his dick slide lower, lining up with my entrance.
I want him to fill me until I can’t breathe.
Part of me is wondering if I’ll regret it—giving my virginity to this strange boy with the magic lips and deep, sexy voice. There’s an edge of tension to him, and he’s been barely holding back, his hands playing my body with both gentle touches andrough possession—and surprisingly, I’m here for both. In fact, I know I’ve been pushing him. I want to feel him lose control so I can forget the shitty state of my life. And even though I don’t know this person at all, my gut tells me he’s safe—I can trust him.
Then he thrusts into me in one needy go. His cock feels impossibly huge as it enters me, burning its way into my body. I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as my nails bite his skin. The pain brings tears to my eyes, but I close my lids tightly and will them away, focusing on the warm, comforting heat of our flesh pressed together.
Despite the hungry way he entered me, he stills once our hips meet, allowing my body to adjust to him. His hand on my throat squeezes tighter, but the sensation doesn’t evoke panic. Instead it grounds me, and I breathe in deeply.
