Chapter 24
24
A xel lays across the couch, feet in my lap while I scroll through social media on my phone. Some crime show plays on the TV on low, Axel’s eyes trained on the screen with his arms crossed tensely over his bare chest. The suite has become a very clothes optional area in the last two weeks, not that I've complained. Living with my boyfriend and having our girlfriend come over basically every night has made me start thinking of clothes as pretty pointless, if not just in the way most of the time.
A knock sounds on the suite door and Axel sits up, letting his feet fall from my lap. I get up, pocketing my phone in my sweats and crossing over to open the door. Janette rocks on the balls of her feet on the other side, smiling when she sees me. I move to the side to let her in, closing the door before I turn and wrap my arms around her from behind, leaning down to place my chin on her shoulder and kiss her exposed neck. “Hi,” I breathe against her skin.
She laughs, turning to peck my lips before shoving my arms away and walking toward the couch. She takes off her backpack and tosses it at her feet. “Hi,” she says to me before sitting down next to Axel who leans over to pull her against him and kiss her as well. I walk over and sit on the other side of the L shaped couch, watching them together with a smile.
“Missed you,” Axel murmurs, moving his lips to her jaw.
She pushes him away with another laugh, hands lingering on his chest while his stay loosely wrapped around her. “I saw you both in class this morning.” She rolls her eyes, leaning down to open her backpack and start taking things out and putting them on the coffee table.
“Yeah, but we can’t touch you in class,” I say, winking when she looks up at me with a faux exasperated frown. I can see the desire growing in her bright green eyes.
“And you didn’t stay the night last night, so it’s been even longer.” Axel leans forward, arms still wrapped around her, and kisses her shoulder. Her hair swings behind her in a long ponytail, curls straightened today.
I spread my arms out behind me on the couch, not missing the way both of them trail their eyes over my uncovered biceps. The arm holes of my loose tank are cut wide, leaving most of the sides of my torso exposed. I lean back, watching Janette shake her head and look away while Axel’s eyes light up, trailing to the obvious slight bulge forming in my sweats.
“I’m here for us to work,” Janette says, pulling out more books and setting them next to her laptop. “We only have five weeks till our presentation is due and we need to get started on the paper.”
Axel groans, forehead hitting Janette’s shoulder. I get up off the couch, going to my room to grab my laptop. Janette shoulders Axel off before I get back and he sits on the end of the couch by himself, arms folded with a petulant look on his face.
I put my hand on his shoulder over the back of the couch. “She’s right, baby. We can play later.” I lean down to kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He shudders beneath me, and I smile as I pull away, heading back to the couch I was on before.
Axel grumbles, getting up and disappearing into his room for a minute. Janette already has her laptop open and types away on the keyboard. She’s moved off the couch, settling into a crisscrossed position on the floor in front of the coffee table.
I boot up my laptop, logging in and opening my browser while Axel returns and settles onto the couch again. He sits right up next to Janette, the side of his leg touching hers. I stare at the two of them, mind wandering with ideas of what we could and have done alone in this suite.
I get up, heading to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and distract myself from the two of them. Cracking the seal, I lean back against the counter, remembering last week when I ate out Janette on the edge of it while Axel sucked me off. I close my eyes, trying to discipline my rushing blood. I drink some cold water, letting it chase some of the heat in my chest and head back toward the living room. I find Axel bent over Janette’s shoulder, breathing on her neck as she tries to show him something on her screen. She speaks slowly, hand shaking as she points at something and eyes drooping. I see Axel lick his lips, knowing he’s one second away from leaning in and running his tongue over her skin.
“We should go back to the library,” I blurt. Axel’s head whips up, dilated pupils meeting mine, and eyes narrowing.
Janette takes a deep breath, closing her laptop and starting to pack up. “That’s a good idea. Get dressed Axel.”
Axel huffs, standing quickly and going back to his room to grab a shirt. I whip my tank top off, walking to my own room to change into a sweater. The winter chill has started to creep in across campus and although the buildings have pretty good heating, walking across campus in a tank top is no longer an option. The snow will probably start soon and although Janette grew up mostly in Maine, I’m worried the last few years in Georgia have made her soft in the cold. She’s already started complaining about the bitterness.
My eyes sting and I quickly pop my contacts out, grabbing my back up glasses and throwing on some warm socks. Packing my stuff into my bag, I return to the living room, finding a disgruntled Axel standing by the door, already bundled up and no Janette. “She went to get her coat and warmer shoes.” He places his hands on the straps of his bag, already slung over his back.
I walk up, placing my hands on his hips. “It’s too distracting trying to work here. We need to get some of this project done and then we can come back here, and both Janette and I will be all too happy to take turns fucking you for hours if you want.”
“You better,” he grumbles, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. I lean forward, biting the invitation he just threw out, making him wince when I pull his lip away a little before releasing.
“Let’s go,” I say, smacking his ass after I put my shoes on. He opens the door, heading down the hall and I follow, closing the suite door behind me. We head down the stairs to Janette and Mira’s, picking up Janette before all getting into the elevator on her floor.
“We should go get dinner after we’re done,” Janette says when we step into the lobby after a tension filled ride down.
“You sure you want people to see all of us together?” Axel and I have been cautious around her the last few weeks, holding off on suggesting we go out of the suite to hang out and usually bringing food back with us or ordering out when we knew she would be over. Her initial panic still clawed at us a little and we didn’t want to spook her if she wasn’t ready to be out yet. We both knew what it was like to be judged for who we were with. We’d talked about it, and both decided to take things at her speed.
She shrugs. “We might have to be careful about too much touching, but I don’t think anyone will see us eating together and automatically put together that we’re a thing. We already sit together in class and at the library. This will be the same thing, just with food,” she reasons.
I nod, tamping down the warmth in my chest at the idea of the three of us going out to do something nonacademic. It’s a baby step, but the first one at that. “Food sounds good.”
Axel rolls his eyes at me over Janette’s head and mouths my words back at me with a disbelieving look.
I shrug, mouthing What? back.
That sounded stupid, he mouths.
“You both know I'm right here, right? I can feel you talking over me,” Janette says, side eyeing each of us with pursed lips. “I know it’s a lame first step, but I do want to leave your suite sometimes and do normal couple things.” Her forehead wrinkles. “Or throuple things, I guess?”
Axel flexes his hands around the straps of his backpack, holding himself back from touching her. “I was telling Bentley his response was stupid. Nothing about you, Blue. We’d both love to go get food with you.” She smiles up at him before turning the same look over to me. We keep walking down the sidewalk together, Axel joking about calling us The Triple Threats.
“Oh! Or how about Three of a Kind?” He looks at both of us with so much excitement.
“We’re not a superhero group,” I say, pulling open the heavy wooden door and holding it for both of them to enter first. “We don’t need a group name.”
Axel pouts and Janette laughs. “I like Triple Threat. Sounds intimidating.”
“Don’t encourage him.” We walk over to our usual table, still vacant though the crowd around here has grown nearly every week as the semester passes.
“But it’s so much fun to gang up on you.” Axel snorts at her words and I stare at her as we sit down, waiting for the double meaning to sink in. Her eyes widen when she realizes, and she grins at me, licking her lips on purpose. I grunt across the table from her in response.
“Let’s get working so that we can leave soon,” Axel huffs, already setting up his computer and starting to focus on the screen.
We start working, each of us mostly silent aside from the random questions or comments about the project as we work. My eyes start to tire at the forty-five-minute mark, and I look away, taking off my glasses and rubbing my face. They aren’t blue light lenses since I don’t wear them often and I instantly feel relief closing my eyes for a moment.
Opening my eyes, I find Janette watching me over the top of her laptop. Her face is blurry without the glasses, and I put them back on and watch her swallow slowly. I raise an eyebrow, but she shakes her head, going back to her work with heat in her cheeks.
I glance over at Axel, but his focus is studiously on the words he types at a rapid pace. When he gets in the zone, the world around him tends to fall away, so I know he’s not paying attention. I look down at my own work, the words blurring on the screen as I slowly extend my leg underneath the table.
Janette jumps a little when my foot slides down her calf, eyes flying back up to me. I bite back my laugh, not looking up and pretending to be working hard. She looks around, realizing what I just did and that no one is paying attention to us and shakes her head. I slide my foot along her leg again and she shakes it out, trying to shake me off. I chuckle lightly, looking up under my lashes, to see her nose wrinkle up and lips purse. She looks adorable.
Still, I back off, not wanting to push her too far. Trying to refocus on my part of the paper, I shake my head a little, rereading the last page I wrote. My hand comes up, playing with my bottom lip as I go over the words.
“Bentley, can you help me find this book?” Janette asks, writing down some info from her computer on a scrap piece of paper. I nod, closing my laptop and standing. I stretch my arms above my head and lengthen my spine. Axel continues typing away, not paying us any attention. Janette jumps up, heading off toward the stacks without looking over at me. I follow after her, grinning.
Janette Iris Davidson has never needed anyone’s help finding a book in a library in her life, I’m sure of it.
She rushes down one aisle, turning the corner ahead of me and disappearing again. I rush to catch up, following her further into the shadows of the giant open room that makes up the ground floor. She doesn’t look back or check that I'm behind her, knowing I'll catch up as she rushes to whatever destination she has planned. She doesn’t even look at the paper in her hands, or glance at the labels on the sides of the stacks saying what letters and DDC numbers are shelved in each row.
We end up in the last row, against the farthest wall where all of the breakout study rooms are located. Their doors have little whiteboards on them with schedules meant for people to sign up and check them out for segmented hours when they want to work in their own area. I try to picture what they could have been when this was an active church. Not confessionals certainly.
Janette checks each of the boards we walk past, stopping outside the fourth one and picking up the dry erase marker tied to a string on the side of the board. She scribbles hastily across the current hour slot before recapping the marker and opening the door. I walk in after her, leaning back against the table inside as she closes the door behind us.
“Did you just check out a room to have sex in?” I ask, crossing my arms over myself and trying not to outright grin. She glances around the room quick, probably looking for cameras before looking me dead in the eye.
“Yes.” She comes toward me, grabbing the hem of my sweater and starting to pull it up. “Take off your clothes.” I rip the sweater the rest of the way off, complying with her demand. “Leave these on,” she says breathily, pointing to the bridge of my nose.
She starts to take off her sweater and I stare, a sly smile sliding across my face. “Do you like me in glasses, sunshine?”
“Yes,” she says again, unbuttoning her pants. “You look hot as hell in them, and it’s been distracting me this whole time.”
I snort, standing up to pull her in against me once she’s gotten rid of her pants. “I’ll wear them more often then.” She’s completely bare other than her bra, having started to forgo underwear around Axel and me. We ruined a few pairs in frenzied need for access to her and she got tired of chastising us.
She groans as I start to lick and lightly bite across her shoulder, banding one arm around her lower back and cupping her wet core in my other hand.
“Gotta stay quiet, sunshine,” I murmur. My finger slides down her seam, opening her up to me as she widens her stance. “It’s a library.”
She huffs through her nose. “Make me.”
I pull back, grinning down at her and she grins right back. “Your wish, my command,” I say, leaning in to peck her lips before spinning us around. I lift her onto the big oak table, and she lays back, baring herself to me with wide parted knees.
“We need to be quick, before Axel comes looking for us.” I nod, slotting myself in between her legs and bending down to cover her body with my own. My cock strains against the cotton of my sweats, wanting to be released and inside her, but I ignore it as our lips touch, and my tongue delves into her mouth. Her hands come up around me, one in my hair while the other reaches down over the muscles of my back. Her feet wrap around either side of my hips, trying to push off my sweats with her sneaker clad feet.
I go back to rubbing her, knowing just how to strum and circle her clit so that she’s bucking and panting against me. “Bentley,” she whines, and I bite her lip in admonishment.
“Shhhh,” I murmur as I slide my index finger home inside of her, finding little to no resistance in her slick state. My eyes flutter shut as I add a second finger and start stretching her out. “How long have you been like this? You’re fucking soaked.”
She just moans underneath me, and I bring my free hand up to wrap around the lower half of her face, effectively muffling her. Her eyes fly open, wide and lust filled. She clenches around my fingers, and I chuckle.
“Scream all you want, sunshine,” I tease, adding a third finger and upping my pace. Her eyes roll back in her head, showing me the whites underneath and I nip at the skin on her neck, holding myself back from marking her like I usually do. I try to do it somewhere out of sight since she doesn’t want people to know about us yet, but the need to leave something right there in plain sight always flares when we’re like this.
Pulling my hand away, unable to wait any longer, I sit up a little, hand still over her mouth and push my sweats down just enough to free my dick. Lining myself up quickly, I thrust to the hilt in the first go.
My groan echoes off the stone walls around us as she arches her back and screams beneath my hand, the sound making my throat go dry as I start to move in and out of her. It didn’t take long for either of us to figure out we both like a little pain mixed in with our pleasure and I grip the side of her waist roughly with my free hand. She snaps her hips wildly, meeting me perfectly as I pound into her. White spots break out across my vision as I stare down at her, holding myself back to make sure she comes first.
It doesn’t take long after I release her flesh and press hard circles into her clit, still ramming into her with as much force as I can. She screams again as she comes, tightening around me like a vice. My balls draw up and my vision almost blacks out with the force of my release. I bite my lip to stop my own groans from escaping, tasting blood. We ride out our joined orgasm together, each continuing to move against the other for a few more moments.
When we finally stop, I release her mouth, letting her haul in deep breaths. I stare down at her through the black rimmed lenses still perched on my nose.
“Definitely going to wear these more,” I say breathlessly. Janette sits up, still keeping us connected as we come face to face.
She leans in and licks some of the blood off my lip, making my eyes close and cock twitch inside her. “I like that idea.”
“Mmmm,” I manage to mumble, and she laughs, tapping my shoulder. I move back, pulling out of her slowly and then watching some of my cum slide out after me. I look around at the room, finding nothing I can clean her up with in the dim study room.
“It’s okay, Bent,” she says, reading my thoughts. “I can run to the bathroom quick.”
I shake my head, going down on my knees. Swiping my tongue over her, I catch the mixture of my cum and hers. The taste of us makes my spent cock start to twitch back to life and I groan around our flavor.
“Bentley!” she squeals, shuddering above me. I swallow us and go in for a few more licks, holding everything I catch in my mouth as I stand up. She stares up at me with shocked eyes and I lean down, pushing my tongue past her lips and feeding her our mixture. She responds instantly, wrapping her own tongue around mine and drinking from me.
“All taken care of,” I say, stepping back from her again.
“All you’ve done is turn me on again, asshole.” She jumps down off the table, grabbing her pants and I chuckle.
I pull my own sweats up to cover myself and grab my sweater off the floor. Once we’re both dressed, I pull her hair out of the haphazard state of a ponytail and hand her the tie so she can redo it. She swipes it all up quickly, making a sloppy bun with a shrug. I kiss her quick, tasting the two of us on our lips again.
“Don’t worry, I've stupidly made things harder for myself too.” I lean my forehead against hers, trying to regulate my breathing as it gets shallow again.
“Let’s go wrap up and grab Axel then. We can eat quickly and head back to the suite.” She grabs my hand, pulling me from the room and erasing our names from the board with the sleeve of her sweater. She keeps our fingers interlocked until we’re in the last row of stacks, dropping my hand when the atmosphere gets lighter and people at tables come into view again.
Stepping out of the shadows, we hastily take our seats again, Axel still locked in on his screen.
“Where’s the book?” he asks, not looking up or slowing down his typing.
I stumble, looking over at Janette who stares at Axel with an open mouth. “Uh,” she stutters.
“Mmhmm, I expect compensation for being left behind to do work.” He looks over at both of us with playful vindictiveness lighting his face. “One of you is paying for my dinner and the other is sucking my dick when we get back.”