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Deacon positions himself in front of us, making it clear that now it’s his turn with me. Graham holds me tight against him, kissing my neck down to my shoulder as Deacon lifts the silk of my dress and gathers it into a tight fist at my stomach while his other hand explores me. He traces along my slickness until he finds my opening, sliding two fingers in.
He explores me while my body vibrates in anticipation. Then he finds what he’s looking for and presses.
A low hum escapes my lips as he presses the perfect spot inside me again. “You like that?” He asks.
“So much.” I plead. “Don’t stop.”
He presses harder inside me and brings his lips to my slit and kisses softly, teasing me. My orgasm looms inside me, threatening to break me open if it’s not let out soon.
He sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time he begins pumping his fingers in perfect rhythm. My hips buck with need. He knows he’s pushing me as far as I can go.
“I’m so close,” I beg. “Please.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” Graham whispers in my ear. “Hearing you beg for what you want.”
“Anything for you,” Deacon says before pushing his tongue flat against me and lapping me up like he needs my pussy to survive.
Ben stands and brings our lips together in a hungry kiss as my entire body shakes with pleasure. I feel warmth trickling down my legs, but the ecstasy ripping through me is too intense to make sense of it. I let out a cry into Ben’s mouth as Deacon keeps working me mercilessly, stretching this crest I’m riding even longer. Every nerve ending is sizzling with sensitivity, but he keeps going.
My body releases again, more intensely than it ever has. Graham is solely responsible for keeping me upright right now, still embracing me against his hard body.
Only when my body stops shaking and is completely spent, do Deacon and Ben pull away. I look down and see Deacon lick his glistening lips, smiling. I don’t even understand what just happened. I think I just squirted? That’s never happened before. But I’ve also never felt an orgasm that intensely before.
I look around, dazed, before I notice a weird feeling in my bra.
“Your chest lights up when you come? That’s a new one.” Ben grins.
In my post-orgasm haze, I finally piece it together that my phone is going off, so I dig it out of my bra. It’s Drea. Then I stop, panic ripping through my body. I realize too late that a picture of me and her is her contact photo, so suddenly that’s all any of us can look at. Only this big picture of me and Drea is shining at us in the dim room.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Maybe they’ve known it’s me the whole time, but this is different. Now we can’t live in this game we created. We either have to address it now or…
I panic.
“I- I-.” I’m stuttering. “I have to go.”
If we address it. Everything changes between us. What are we supposed to do? Have a casual conversation about how they just made me come harder than I ever knew I could and I’ll see them in class tomorrow? No. My only option is to get the hell away and continue this game. And absolutely never, ever address it.
I grab my heels and run out the door, already feeling incomplete the second the door is in between us.
CHAPTER SIX
Graham
Even the damn passionfruit panna cotta I’m eating is making me horny right now. The fruity zing of flavor takes me back to last night and tasting the delicious citrus on her breath. If I don’t fuck Emily Miller soon, my cock might explode. Blood rushes to my waist, a really damn inconvenient time to get a boner. I adjust the napkin on my lap and look up at my father, who is droning on about interest rates.
We’re at our biweekly family dinner. Every week would be way too cozy for our family, but every other week is just the right amount of propriety for our old-money parents. I glance at Deacon and Ben sitting across from me. I can tell they’re in another world, too. Emily hasn’t answered any of our texts. As soon as she ran off, we called her but she ignored the calls. We were on the verge of heading to her apartment and breaking the door down to make sure she got home safely until conveniently our shared document for our Global Strategic Management assignment gave us notifications it was being edited. Instead of responding to us, she went in and started doing edits as if we had just left a damn study session and not an orgy. This was clearly her signaling to us that she’s going to pretend nothing happened. The masks gave her just enough protection to deny the night’s existence. But the sight of her coming so hard in my arms thather legs dripped with her own juices is so deeply imprinted into my brain that I see it when I close my eyes.
“And finally you boys are almost done slumming it,” my dad finally looks at us. This is his way of making conversation.
“If by slumming it you mean going through one of the best MBA programs in the world?” Ben mutters while taking a sip of his whiskey. I’m not sure why Ben even feels the need to defend himself. If I were to compare our father to anything, it would be a blind drunk pig looking for the slop bucket. All he cares about is his next indulgence and he runs everything else over with no awareness to get it. Including his three sons. I don’t fight it anymore. I’ve come to terms with it. He will never change. If anything, it only drives me more to create a fulfilling life because I never want to end up like him.
Before we can get deeper into that topic, a new staff member comes up behind my father. She bends down extra low when she clears his plate and my father ogles her chest, then winks at her.
“Thanks, Alexandra,” he says lowly, but still loud enough for the entire table to hear. “And I’ll see you later.”
He hasn’t tried hiding his affairs for at least as long as I’ve been old enough to understand what an affair is. My mother always just sits there, swirling her drink and zoning out. Maybe they have some arrangement. I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care.
