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“Yeah, that’s perfect, love,” Tristan growled in my ear, yanking the plug free and bending his knees until his dick notched at my stretched hole.
“Please,” I begged around the tie, canting my hips so there was no doubt what I wanted.
He didn’t hesitate, pressing forward in one long slow thrust that had my eyes crossing and my breath catching. He was bigger than the plug—thicker and longer. The stretch bordered on painful, but it soon turned into ecstasy when he withdrew and snapped his hips forward, fucking me hard and fast. With every withdrawal, Flynn pumped his fingers into me and sucked and bit my clit.
I went onto my tiptoes, white-knuckling the metal shelf as my body climbed higher and higher. Tristan grunted as my channel gripped him tighter. He squeezed my hip. He would no doubt leave bruises, but I loved it. I needed it. Flynn’s hum vibrated through me, taking me higher.
He reached up, sliding his hand along my front until he could grasp my tit, twisting my nipple as he bit me. I screamed, rocketing off into outer space as my soul left my body and my world darkened at the edges. My entire being narrowed down to my orgasm blasting through me.
Tristan growled, his bitten-back shout loud in my ear as he bucked into me and shot his load deep into my arse. The heat of his cum scalded me, painting my channel and marking me in the most carnal of ways. I was his and he was mine.
He rested his forehead on my shoulder, our breathing hard and fast. But Flynn’s tortured groan had me reaching for him, tugging on his hair to try to get him to stand.
He took the hint and crawled out from between my legs. “Jack me off, Zee. Please.”
With shaking hands, I pulled the tie away from my mouth. “Fuck my arse, too. I want you both inside me.”
They treated me like a doll, manoeuvring me in exactly the way they wanted. Tristan slid to the floor, lying back, and tugging me forward until I was straddling his face. Clenching my arse, I tried desperately not to let his cum drip from me. I wanted to keep every drop inside my hole with me. His mouth went to my cunt, licking me and sending every nerve ending into overdrive. I was already on edge again, my body needy and primed to explode.
Flynn tilted my hips and notched the head of his dick at my opening. He was panting, his control about to snap, but he held that fucker tight, always reining himself in to make sure he didn’t hurt me. But I was already stretched and well used, and I wanted him with the same ferocity that had overcome Tristan.
“Fuck me, Flynn. Slam that cock into my arseand give me your cum. I need it.”
Just like that, his control snapped. Gripping my waist, he drove forward, punching his hips until he was buried to the hilt.
His hand landed on the shelf next to mine, and he ground his dick deeper in me, lighting up my nerve endings with his piercings.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Harder.”
He obliged, slowly withdrawing before slamming inside me. Again and again I cried out until Tristan had the tie shoved back in my mouth. The only noises in the deathly quiet library after that were the slap of skin, muted cries, and Flynn’s grunts.
I shivered, my orgasm racing at me like a freight train. With every movement, Flynn took me higher, and as his cock swelled, stretching me even more, I detonated. My cunt contracted hard, my channel gripping Flynn like a glove as he emptied his balls inside me. Shivers wracked my body, and I moaned. Ecstasy washed over me, taking me higher and higher until I was orbiting the earth.
I never wanted this moment to end, but Flynn was too quick to pull out. I choked out a sob until gentle fingers were at my hole, pushing cum back inside me. The cool silicone plug followed, my arse gripping it in place like a baby does a pacifier, filling me once more.
Fifteen
Zali
I
was tired and sore after a long day and night. Every one of my muscles ached from dancing and three rounds of epic sex. I’d be an idiot to complain about the non-stop orgasms; my blood was still thrumming, and a delicious tingle danced over my skin whenever the silk of my jumpsuit brushed my nipples or my cunt. That wasn’t my problem.
It was the headache. The thump of the music from the DJ’s set was still reverberating around my skull, and I was overthinking things. Hard.
It was a combination of everything. All of it was circling around my head in a confusing cyclone of what-ifs and whys.
The night had started innocently enough. Cara asked Flynn and me out for drinks in class. She had free drinks vouchers at a pub on the river. Ry, Flynn, and I had gone, but Flynn had also mentioned it to Tristan on the sly, telling him to accidentally run into us. Tristan had asked Ezra out to talk, and after Flynn and I had danced nonstop for hours, putting on a show for both of them, it made for an uncomfortably hard night. Ezra’s self-control had snapped, and he’d caved, taking out his lust-fuelled frustration on my willing body until I could barely stand.
When he’d left this morning, he’d said he couldn’t have anything further to do with me, with us. Then he’d followed Tristan to the pub. He’d been standoffish at first, but after our argument, I’d almost walked out. The only reason I hadn’t was Cara. Tristan had bought a round, giving me a couple of shots of whiskey and Ezra a few more. It had gone straight to my head, but Ezra was just tipsy enough to lower his guard.
He’d allowed Tristan to touch him while we’d been sitting together listening to Cara and Ry talk. It killed Tristan every time he’d flinched, every time he’d moved away, but the alcohol loosened him up. It relaxed him to the point where he was happy and handsy. Tristan had practically sobbed with relief, holding him like he was the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on, while looking at me with an apology in his eyes.
Tristan was dropping Ezra off and I knew he’d come to us the moment he could. It was unfair to force him to choose. So I wouldn’t. But it tore me apart to know that we couldn’t have everything. Tristan wanted Ezra with a soul-deep yearning. Ezra did too. But as ridiculous as it sounded, Ezra was more stubborn than Tristan. He needed to let go of all the shit going on in his head before he would take what was being freely given.
It was obvious how much they loved each other from the way they’d come together that morning. Then, at the pub when Ezra forgot why he couldn’t be with us, the shy smiles he’d shot us and the way he leaned into Tristan’s touch was adorable. I still hated him, but maybe I could forgive him if he could make Tristan happy.
I should encourage the two of them to throw caution to the wind. There was no issue with them being together. There were no best friend standing in the way, no career-ending consequences for them if they dated.
