Between the Stacks (Behind the Lens)

Chapter 13

Lyra

I hadn’t prepared properly for this moment.

As much as I might like to say, I understood the consequences of agreeing to whatever this was growing between us. I didn’t know how to process their merciless hunger. While Scott attacked my nipples with his sinful mouth, Lowe placed kisses along my stomach, sliding lower with each brush of his mouth.

When he unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, I forgot how to breathe. His gray eyes locked on my face, darkening by the second until he appeared more animal than human. Crazy, right? Like how did a normal person become an animal? It was in the furrow of his brows, and the hunger swirling in the dark depths of his gaze. The way his fingers curled into my hips as he held me in place, almost as if he feared I’d run, and he’d have to chase me. It was in the groans he made at the back of his throat. And the flex of his back muscles as tension seeped between us.

He was primed to attack.

Lowe tugged my jeans, pulling them off me in a single yank. With a flick of Scott’s fingers, my bra was gone. He palmed my breasts, pushing them together as they overflowed his hands. I didn’t know who to watch or touch first. They overwhelmed me. Incinerated my will power.

I arched toward Lowe as he drew his tongue along my slit, lifting my ass as if silently directing where I wanted him. Scott bit my nipple, adding a painful pleasure to the sensations bombarding my system. My hand went to Lowe’s head, holding him in place while I scraped my fingers over his scalp.

The taut coil of anticipation swirled with bliss and expectancy deep within my belly, spreading warm tendrils until I thought I’d ignite into a million sparks of pleasure so intense, I’d never be able to reconstruct this version of me again. They changed me—all of them—on a molecular level, and I wasn’t sure if I should be upset about it or embrace the differences.

“So sweet,” Lowe muttered, brushing his nose across my clit. “So wet. All for us.”

I shivered. A whimper fell from my lips.

“I want you to come in my mouth.” Sexiness dripped from his words as he enraptured me with his roughened voice. “I want to drink you down, Lyra. Give me everything.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Why did it twist my insides and make my tummy do that little electric happy glitch thing? Cause my to heart stutter. My brain obviously short circuited. The more he teased my pussy without fully giving me what I craved, the more I tried to squirm in their embrace. There was a sensual humor in Scott’s gaze, like he knew what they did to me and was only too happy to keep snagging my attention back to him. He plied my body with attention and affection, while he also watched Lowe.

“Do you want to touch me?” Scott murmured against the curve of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I sobbed, thrashing below him as Lowe pushed his two middle fingers into my pussy and curled them. “Please.”

He jerked down his sweats and his cock smacked his belly, adding to the eroticism of the moment. I didn’t hesitate. Wrapping my palm around him, I stroked him, needing him to be as unhinged as I was.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned. I had an epiphany then. They meant to kill me with pleasure. They’d leave me naked, covered in my cum and theirs then walk away. “Fuck...”

I hissed the second Lowe drew my clit between his lips and sucked. The pulse of arousal expanded until it broke. The sound that left me would embarrass me later. Now, I didn’t care. The relief and satisfaction pouring through my veins had me chasing every bit of Lowe’s attention. He moaned, dipping his tongue inside me to join his fingers while he devoured my cunt, until I begged for reprieve because I thought I’d break.

“Get over here Scott,” Lowe grunted. “Get inside this pussy.”

The way he stared at me. The vicious snarl on his face as though he hated me, tempered by the flush on his cheeks, did weird things to me. Scott didn’t hesitate either. Four days after I arrived at Lowe’s home and signed the contract to participate in Lowe’s movie and photoshoot, I went to his doctor to be screened and given a choice for birth control—like that wasn’t a weird conversation. So, when Scott entered me bare, stroking my sensitive walls and while experiencing the drag of his cock, I saw stars. However, what unraveled my mind was the vision of Lowe, pulling a silver disk from his pocket along with a packet of something I couldn’t tell what it contained, before lowering his pants.

“Hey,” Scott whispered, drawing my attention back to him. “Eyes here, yeah?”

How? How was it fair to only want me to look at him while Lowe, this... I didn’t know what to call him, because angel or demon didn’t do him any justice. This glorious being standing there with these wild eyes and hunger written all over his face. The flush on his tanned skin darkened by the second as his chest heaved. Lowe’s lips glistened with my juices, and as if noticing my interest, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

So no, I couldn’t just keep my eyes on Scott, because then I’d miss whatever came next.

“She’s such a naughty girl,” Lowe murmured with a debauched chuckle. “What do we do to bad girls, Scott?”

Without a word, he pulled out, leaving me clenching and achingly empty. I whimpered, my gaze snapping back to Scott’s as he stared at me with this arrogant dominant look on his face, as if to say I either complied or they’d make me beg. Begging has its advantages... “Why?” Slipped from me instead of please.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he said, positioning himself at my entrance before entering me in a single, hard thrust.

I tensed. My head pressed into the pillow before I arched to him. A wave of pleasure washed over me, swallowing me whole as I shook through the orgasm. His barked curse as he ground his groin against mine, added to the bliss. I clawed at his shoulders for purchase, worried if I let go, I’d float away.

However, what snapped me back was the hissed curse of Lowe’s, matching the whine from Scott. Were they really? Holy shit. I hadn’t woken up this morning thinking I’d get my first lesson in anal from Scott and Lowe, but holy fuck. Honesty check-in here, I wasn’t sure how I felt about seeing two men together. Sure kissing got under my skin and turned me on, but this was different. Lowe pushed his dick into Scott’s ass, and a different emotion? Awareness? I couldn’t explain what went through me, but it took root deep within my center. Those tentative, curious tendrils spread like wildfire, until the inquisitiveness won out.

There wasn’t a word for what it was like. All I could do was feel. My hands were everywhere. My eyes on Scott and Lowe. It was like they surrounded me and filled up every inch of me. The second Scott retreated; Lowe filled him. The rock of his hips and the arch of his back was erotic as hell. I was enthralled. Knocked stupid. Their masculine grunts mixed with my whimpers and sobs.

Something, six months ago, would’ve never happened.

It was out of body orgasmic.

The higher we climbed... The kisses we shared, every bit of this moment I committed to memory. I never wanted to forget my time with them, no matter how fleeting it might be.

When Scott fit his hand between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, the entire world whited out. The elastic band pulled tight with pleasure deep within my soul, snapped, and I was falling. About the only way to describe the adrenaline rush was the pinnacle of a roller coaster. The hang time and the way your heart and stomach lodged in your throat then plummeted to your feet, leaving you gasping and giddy with excitement.

I shook with the force of my climax, meeting Scott's thrusts as the intensity between him and Lowe ratcheted up to a fevered pitch. Then I felt it, the heated rush of Scott’s release as he shouted, bucking against me as his eyes screwed shut and his limbs tensed. Behind him, Lowe fucked like a demon. His eyes narrowed, his expression morphed into euphoria until he groaned, shoving deep inside Scott, which forced him all the way back inside of me. I cried out, the shocking spark of mini orgasmic waves pulsed across my skin, and I didn’t want to move.

Scott buried his face in my neck, pressing small kisses there, until his lips brushed mine and a wide, goofy grin filled his face. I was sure I wore the same expression, only I couldn’t feel an inch of my body. At some point, Lowe moved and excused himself like the proper, put-together librarian he was, then returned moments later to clean me up, while Scott took a moment of privacy for himself.

I think I fell asleep on them at some point, sated and limp from being thoroughly used, only to wake up to an empty bed and a conversation downstairs. Laughter and a voice I hadn’t realized I’d missed until that moment echoed along the hall before someone knocked on the door and a shadowed form stood at the entryway.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Daddy’s home.” Just the tone of his voice made my insides ping to life, and a giddiness took over. “I heard you had some fun this afternoon.”

“Don’t be a perv, Jonesy,” Cole said, stepping into the room. “Hey, sweetheart. We grabbed some food. Are you hungry?”

My stomach gave an appreciative growl at the appropriate second. “Yeah, actually I am.”

“Cool, take your time.” He came over to the side of the bed and kissed me, like it was the most normal thing to do. “I enjoy seeing you in my bed.”

“Scott said you might,” I replied. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“We’ll be waiting.” Cole exited his bedroom and grabbed Jonesy by the arm. “See, told you she was fine. Now, let her get dressed.”

Jonesy huffed, but followed Cole. “Geez, you’re so bossy. Didn’t anyone tell you, you’re supposed to respect your elders?”

I giggled as I sat up in bed, pushing the covers off. While I’d slept, someone had a presence of mind to cover me up, and I was grateful. I tip-toed back to my room to gather my clothes, then took a quick shower to rinse. As it was, I felt a little crusty, if you know what I mean.

Once I was dressed, I followed the guys’ voices, finding them in the TV room. A place I realized, most of their nights were spent either watching sports or playing video games. Tonight was no different, only they had four pizza boxes on the coffee table along with a few different drink choices.

“There she is,” Scott said, “Sleep well, beautiful?”

“You two wore me out.” I grabbed what I wanted then went to the spot I’d made for myself the first night I arrived. “Now, I’m starving.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Cole said. “Jonesy got us pizza.” Speaking of which, where had Jonesy and Lowe gone?

“They’re talking,” Scott said, as if reading my mind. He’d also made air quotes when he said ‘talking.’ Which meant Lowe and Jonesy weren’t talking at all. That sent a tingle of interest to my aching, well used pussy.

“Ah.” I took a bite of pizza and groaned. “So good.”

“You know we can hear you, right?” Jonesy entered first followed by Lowe who oozed sex appeal and made freshly fucked, look good. He made my heart flutter.

“Not like we’d tried to keep the conversation quiet,” Scott replied.

I snickered before taking another bite of food.

“Well,” Jonesy said, in that teasing way of his, staring at me, “don’t you look freshly fucked.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I grinned. “I was studying all afternoon.”

Lowe snorted while Scott grinned like a fool, pride puffing up his chest.

With a wink, Jonesy took the free chair and grabbed a slice of pizza while Lowe sat next to me, surprising me with his nearness. Was he afraid I’d run? I glanced in his direction as he twisted the cap off his beer before reaching for a slice of meat lover’s. “So, would you like to see the script?”

Excitement built within me as did the anxiety of not knowing a damn thing about what I’d agreed to or what would happen next. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Lowe smirked, placing his slice back in the box before cleaning off his fingers. “Then you’re in for a treat.” He brushed his lips across my temple and grabbed a packet of paper I hadn’t seen when I first sat down. “Here you go.”

I looked at the cover and grinned. How apropos of a title. Between the Stacks. I liked it. By the title alone, I knew it’d be good, and we’d have fun.

“Let’s get to work then.”