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Cal is groaning against my pussy, and the vibrations only heighten the sensations he’s pulling from me. When he starts flicking his tongue faster, I dig my fingernails into his hips. He fucks my mouth harder, moaning, and it shoves me right off the cliff.
I cry out, but the sound is garbled by Cal’s dick. Pain floods my system as my body convulses under Cal’s ministrations, but pleasure follows just as quickly. It soothes the raw aches as Cal grunts. A second later, I feel him coming all over my tongue.
Gently, I suck on his dick and stroke it lightly. Cal has exactly the reaction I was hoping for—a shudder and a pathetic whimper.
“Goddamn,” Cal groans as he pulls out of my mouth.
I swallow his cum, too breathless to reply. My ribcage aches and I’m covered in sweat, but I haven’t felt this satisfied in a while.
“What was all that bullshit about respecting her boundaries?”
I jump at Wes’s deep voice cutting through the room. My eyes fly open, and I realize he’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“She wants it,” Cal replies, not even the littlest bit shocked that Wes is in here. “Don’t you, Athelia?”
How long was he watching us?
Heat rushes to my cheeks as Wes takes me in. My tank top is still shoved down below my breasts, and my nipples are hard. Wes’s gaze lingers on them before moving to my swollen lips.
He doesn’t look jealous. I’m having trouble reading him at all, actually.
As Wes and I stare each other down, Cal gets off me and moves between my legs. He lowers himself to his stomach before kissing his way up my thighs to my pussy.
“Cal,” I gasp, yanking my gaze away from Wes. “What are you doing?”
“Four times, baby. I told you.”
Desperately, I push his head away. “I can’t.”
“I distinctly remember that you can.”
“Cal, it hurts to come. Just not right now.”
That gets him to stop immediately. “Fuck.” He lifts his head, and his eyes travel up my body with concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I—I’m fine.”
But now Cal is in full-on doctor mode. He crawls up next to me and lifts my tank top. I look away. Seeing the bruises on my body is just another reminder of what Professor Kammes did to me.
Wes has stepped closer to the bed, and his eyes track Cal’s hand as his fingers feather over my bruises. When I wince, Wes clenches his jaw.
“You’re warm.” Just like he did last night, Cal places the back of his hand to my forehead.
“I wonder why,” I say dryly.
“Did you cough much overnight?”
“Only a little, but—”
“Was there any blood?”
“No.” Carefully, I ease myself up into a sitting position and adjust my tank top so it’s covering my body. I don’t like the way they’re looking at me.
Like I’m broken—or worse, like I’m something they need to fix.
With a sigh, Cal sits next to me. “And have your pain levels gone up?”
“Not really.”
