Chapter 35
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M y foot bounces under our usual table while I wait for Bentley and Janette to show up. I watch the doors to the library, eyeing the random people walking by and making sure no one steals one of the empty chairs. People sit all over, cramming for finals at tables, spread out on the comfy chairs, some even sitting on the floor in the shadows of the stacks since most of the actual seating is taken.
I should have just stopped by the café to see if they were still there. I couldn’t focus at all in my eco class, just thinking about Janette and Bentley on their own with Mira and Autumn. What if they were pissed and I left them there to deal with it on their own? Or what if they were confused and me being there would have helped?
I start chewing my thumbnail, leg still bouncing away. My laptop pings with a random email, pulling my attention from the glass doors for a moment before I look up and see Janette and Bentley walk in, both smiling. Everything inside me settles, my leg going back to its normal tempo under the table.
As they walk up, Bentley picks up his pace, leaving Janette behind as she tilts her head at his back. He eats up the space between us, slowly filling in my line of sight until he’s standing over me next to my chair. I stare up, completely frozen by the determination in his gaze since the moment he beelined over here. He cups the sides of my face, tilting my head back as he bends down, covering my mouth with his. The kiss starts slow, short circuiting my brain as my body reacts on its own, lips moving with his. He pulls back before I can reach up to tug him closer, but his face makes me pause, reality settling back in.
My eyes flick around the room, seeing a few people openly staring before looking back at their work when my eyes catch theirs. Ice runs down my spine before my eyes return to Bentley’s face, still hovering a few inches above my own. The smile on his face creates a heat deep in my chest, washing away any fear that this was a mistake he didn’t mean to make. He pecks my lips again quickly before releasing me and taking his seat across the table.
Janette stands a foot behind the table, hands on her mouth as she watches us with shiny eyes. She steps up to the table when our gazes meet, taking her seat and smiling at me before starting to pull her laptop from her bag.
“I take it things went well?” I say, body still turned toward the front door as if it refuses to catch up to the new study vibes.
Janette nods her head emphatically. “They were both fine. Honestly it went way better than I expected. Autumn didn’t even bat an eye.”
“And Mira?” I ask, looking to Bentley.
He smiles, laptop now open in front of him, though he looks over the top of it at me. “She’s happy for us. We had to explain pretty much everything.”
“Everything?” I raise an eyebrow, and Janette narrows her eyes at me.
“No, not about us together , Axe. They both wanted to hear about our break last week, but otherwise everything went well.”
I turn toward the table, nodding my head. “Good.” A lightness blooms in my chest and I smile down at my laptop keys. “Step number one out of the way.”
“Pretty sure we’re at least on like step seven at this point.” Janette murmurs, focusing in on the screen of her computer.
“So, is PDA on the table now?” I pull my foot out of my snow boot, running it lightly up the side of Janette’s leg. She jumps a little, glaring at me over the top of her screen.
Bentley chuckles. “Nothing excessive. And you might need to go slow with her,” he nods to Janette, and she frowns at him.
“I’m right here,” she grumbles.
“I know, sunshine.” He reaches over to poke her side, but she swats his hand away before he can.
“If I remember correctly, you like slow, Blue.” I smirk as she narrows her eyes at me again.
“You two need to focus.” She points between the two of us before pointing to her laptop. “We need to finalize the presentation for tomorrow.”
I chuckle, pulling up the shared presentation on my own screen. “Fine, but afterward, we’re celebrating.” I wink at Bentley, and he returns it with a wry smile.
Janette clears her throat, one eyebrow raised when we both turn toward her. “Focus.” We each sit up straight, listening to Janette roll through what we need to get done and then quietly working once she’s given her orders.
After running through our slides about five more times, I finally slump back, unable to sit still much longer. “Blue, we’ve gone through it enough. We’re ready for tomorrow.”
Janette bites her lip, scrolling through the presentation again. “I’m just worried we don’t have enough.”
“The presentation is already thirty slides long. We have more than enough, sunshine.”
Janette nods, still scrolling and reading through the slides again.
I reach out, half closing her laptop to get her attention. “We’re going to be okay. The presentation is going to go so smoothly, and Howards is going to love it.”
Janette sighs, taking her hands out from her keyboard and stretching in her seat. “You’re not going to show up in a suit of armor tomorrow, right?”
I smile, closing my own laptop. “I make no promises.”
Bentley rolls his eyes, and we all pack up, forfeiting the table to a rabid group nearby. I hold the door open as we all walk out, pelted by snow the moment we step outside. “Maybe classes will get cancelled tomorrow and we’ll have another few days before we have to present,” I yell over the wind as we start trekking toward West Tower.
Bentley looks at me sharply over Janette’s head as she yells back a little shakily, “Yeah, maybe.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her against him so she stays warm.
I follow behind, wanting to bracket her in on the other side, but knowing it’d be too forward in our newly growing PDA stage. We trudge altogether to the dorms, banging our snowy boots on the already soaked carpet as we enter.
“It was so nice and fluffy this morning,” Janette laments, staring out the windows at the swirling storm.
Bentley nods. “It’ll stop later tonight and then it’s supposed to be clear tomorrow.” We head to the elevator, stripping off gloves and hats.
“I can’t wait for a hot shower.” I picture the warmth of the water spreading over me and smile, envisioning a couple more people joining me.
“I’m getting in one of your beds when we get upstairs. My toes are frozen.”
Bentley’s head shoots up at the same moment I yell, “Dibs!” His shoulders fall, eyes narrowing on me.
Janette chuckles. “It’s okay, Bent,” she says, patting his coat around his stomach. “He’s going to go shower so you can just join me.” Bentley smirks at her.
I pout. “No fair. I wanted you both in the shower with me.” The elevator doors open, the three of us shuffling out and toward the suite.
Janette shrugs. “I don’t need a shower right now. I need a warm bed.” We walk into the suite, each peeling off our coats and shoes in the little welcome area Bentley’s parents created for us at the beginning of the year.
“Fine,” I grumble. “My shower can wait.”
Janette and Bentley laugh, splitting up as Janette heads toward my room and Bentley walks to the kitchen.
I look between them, following Bentley first. He scrambles around in the fridge, lower half the only thing visible past the door.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say quietly, leaning against the side of the kitchen entryway.
Bentley stands up, eyebrows pushed together. “Do what?”
“The big public kiss.” I step forward as Bentley shuts the door between us. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep proving yourself to me or something.”
Bentley steps forward, cold hands capturing my face as he comes chest to chest with me. His lips meet mine again, harsher than they had in the library. Their warmth zaps through my limbs, and I wrap my arms around his waist, crushing myself further to him.
He pulls back too quickly again. “I did not kiss you because I feel like I have something to prove. I kissed you because I love you and I can finally do it in public.”
I smile, tightening my hold on the back of his shirt.
“Now, let’s go fuck our girlfriend before she chews her nails down to the quick.” He kisses me again quickly before untangling himself and pulling the fridge open again to grab a water bottle. He tosses one to me and carries another for Janette as we head into my room.
Janette sits against the center of my headboard, duvet tucked in around her hips as she stares forward, biting on her nails. Bentley sets down the water bottles while I jump onto the free side against the wall. Janette looks around as the bed jostles, settling on me and smiling.
“Stop overthinking, Blue. Tomorrow’s going to go great.” I reach out, rubbing my hand over her covered shin.
“I know,” she says while Bentley lowers himself beside her on the other side. “I can’t help worrying though. What if classes do get cancelled tomorrow and the new time conflicts with one of my other finals? Or what if the presentation won’t load tomorrow? Or we forgot to save our changes and half the slides are gone?”
Bentley leans over, latching onto the side of her neck and making her eyes flutter closed. I slide my hand up over her thigh, shuffling closer to the two of them. “We’re going to help you relax, Blue,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss down the other side of her neck. She moans above us. “The storm is already slowing down. Class won’t get cancelled tomorrow.” Kiss. “We emailed a copy of the presentation to Howards, so even if it doesn’t load on one of our three laptops, he’ll have a copy on his.” Kiss. “We saved our changes.” Kiss. “And even if we didn’t, we only changed a couple of slides so they’ll all still be there from the last time we saved it.” Bentley’s hand slides over her stomach, coming to rest on her side and against my chest. I suck on her collar bone as he nibbles on the shell of her ear. “Relax, Blue.”
“Relax,” she repeats, eyes still closed. Her shoulders sag as her body follows the command, hands coming up to run over each of us.
We slide the duvet down, revealing her still clothed legs, before moving back in to bracket her completely. Her breathing starts to accelerate, coming in sharp as her chest heaves beneath my lips. I move my hand up, cupping her covered breasts and starting to tease them through the material of her shirt. My jeans have been steadily growing uncomfortable since Bentley kissed me in the kitchen, reawakening the desire he ignited in the middle of the library.
His hand leaves her hip, sliding down my covered stomach to the hem of my shirt. He slides his hand underneath, putting pressure on my crotch. I groan against Janette’s chest, hips thrusting toward his touch as I glance up to watch Bentley dominate her mouth with his other hand firmly entangled in her hair. She follows his lead, one hand on the back of my head as she starts to writhe between the two of us.
I pull on the hem of her sweater, Bentley breaking the kiss to lean back and help me take it off her. Once free, the two of them return to their make out, one of her hands now buried in my hair and scratching the back of my head. I lean into the feeling, humming in the back of my throat as my eyes close. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of this.
Bentley pops the button on my jeans, hand dipping inside once the zipper is down. My eyes fly open, watching him run his teeth along her jaw as his hand bypasses my boxers and grips me roughly.
Janette pants between us, eyes squeezed shut. “I want to try something new,” she blurts, opening her eyes when Bentley’s mouth pauses on her skin.
He pulls his head back to look at her with a raised brow. “What do you have in mind, sunshine?” We’ve been together in a lot of different positions, one of my favorite times being when Bentley fucked Janette on the couch while sucking me off at the same time. I practically passed out and barely lasted a few minutes before blowing in his mouth. But the curiosity on Janette’s face piques my own.
“I want both of you.” Janette looks between us, hands on the back of each of our heads. “At the same time.” I swallow, eyes sliding over to Bentley’s. He stares at her with a slight smile, eyes dark, and the look makes my cock twitch in his hand. I groan and Bentley responds by squeezing me and making me hiss.
“As much as that idea turns both of us on,” Bentley says against the skin of her neck. “Let’s slow down a bit. How do you want to do this? Neither of us want to hurt you.”
Janette’s eyebrows pull together, hand tightening on the back of my head. I lean up and kiss her, smoothing the wrinkle in her forehead with my thumb. “He means do you want us both in one hole or one of us in your ass?”
Her face grows hot, and I kiss the tip of her nose with a chuckle. “I meant anal,” she says, glancing between the two of us. “I don’t think my vagina could handle both of you at once.”
Bentley laughs, releasing both of us and getting up off the bed. He heads over to my closet, both of us staring at his back as he walks. “We can work our way toward that another day.” He looks over his shoulder at us. “We’d just need to stretch you out beforehand.” Janette and I breathe heavily for a minute, staring at Bentley as he finds the shelf he’s looking for and turns back toward us, lube in hand. “Both of you get naked.”
We each scramble to follow Bentley’s orders, anticipation cutting through the cloud of lusty haze around us. Janette pulls off her leggings while I whip off my shirt and push down my jeans and boxers at once. My dick bobs out, already leaking precum and Janette’s hand reaches out and fists around my base. I groan and she giggles, starting to move her hand slowly over me.
“No touching,” Bentley bites and Janette’s hand disappears immediately. I huff, looking over at a now naked Bentley standing at the side of the bed. I usually love following his commands, knowing what will come is worth it. But sometimes I forget that in the moment. He restores my good mood with his next order though.
“Bra and panties, sunshine.”
Janette smirks, removing her bra and making me clench my fists to hold back from touching the newly exposed skin. Her soaked underwear goes next, the little ball of lacy cloth bouncing off Bentley’s chest when she tosses them at him.
“Cute.” Bentley puts one knee on the bed, dropping the lube on my bedside table. Grabbing Janette’s ankle, he pulls her down till her ass meets the edge of the bed, splaying her top half out between us as she loses her balance. “How we deciding this?”
“Deciding what?” Janette says, propping herself up on her elbows.
Bentley stares at me as he answers her. “Which of us gets to be your first.”
I smile, kneeling next to Janette’s head. “Rock paper scissors?”
He shrugs. “Works for me.” We each throw our fists out, bobbing them up and down as he calls out the countdown. On scissors, we each throw, my fingers flattening out to call paper. Bentley smirks, mimicking cutting my hand in half with his index and middle before looking down at Janette. “Looks like it’s going to be me. Much better prize than not driving home.”
I roll my eyes, sitting back on my knees again and trying to ignore my needy cock at his tone of voice.
He moves his knee off the bed, dropping down to the floor between her spread legs. His eyes find mine over her body. “Help me make her come and then we’ll prep her. Hands to yourself, sunshine.” With his final command, he buries his face in the apex of her thighs, making her whimper and squirm, his arm banding over her hips to hold her down.
I lean over her shoulder, licking circles across her collarbone as I move down her chest. Taking her right nipple in my mouth, I lightly bite and suck the pebbled peak, rolling the other between my fingers. Janette cries out, head moving from side to side next to my knees. Her hands fist the blanket and sheets haphazardly strewn beneath her and I smile against her skin. My kisses leave goose bumps in their wake as I switch between her breasts and watch Bentley eat her out with his eyes closed. Janette’s thighs shake around his head, hips trying to move against his arm before she lets out a long groan, stomach muscles tightening. Bentley’s face appears, eyes bright and chin covered in her release. I lean down, grabbing the back of his head and thrusting my tongue into his mouth to taste her. We both moan, the sounds mixing along with our tongues between us.
Bentley lets me kiss him for a few moments before wrenching me back by my hair and smiling. “Lay down on the bed.” He nods at the pillows to my right, and I move around Janette. Every time we’ve all fucked since we got back to the Coast, one of the two of us has played with her ass, prepping her for one of us to eventually take her last virginity. We made it up to three fingers last time, but even that will be smaller than Bentley’s cock, especially with mine already filling her.
Bentley helps her sit up so that I can lay down, her movements a little dazed. Once my head meets a pillow, Bentley nudges her toward me. With a single sentence, he has my cock growing impossibly harder. “Sit on his face, sunshine.”
She hums, dazed pupils flashing before she crawls up the bed until her knees are on either side of my head, Bentley behind her to reinforce her clumsy movements. I smile, looking up at her and licking my lips. “Sit down, Blue.” My hands reach up to grasp her hips, taking a second to revel in the silky smoothness of her skin before I help her come down. She covers my face, my tongue easily finding her soaked clit. She grips my headboard, crying out as I ease her toward another orgasm.
Bentley straddles my hips, his hard cock against mine, making me dig my fingers in against Janette’s skin and curse. He leans forward and I hear the pop of the lube cap opening. Janette flinches above me and I feel lube run off her skin and over my neck. I lick down to her entrance, finding Bentley’s fingers slowly stretching her a few inches away. I start probing her in rhythm with his fingers, Janette rocking her hips along a moment later. Her thighs tighten to bracket my head more and I smile, massaging my fingers into her hips. Oh, to die between her thighs.
Minutes pass as we work her up together, pulling back each time she gets close to the edge. The sounds of her heavy breathing and Bentley’s soaked fingers moving in and out of her create a buzzing contentment in my chest. I lap at her happily, savoring her taste on my tongue. Janette rotates her hips and pants above me, grunting in frustration each time we pause.
“Stop,” Bentley suddenly calls, pulling my hands away from her skin. “Axel, sit up a little.” He pulls Janette down to straddle my stomach while I grab another pillow and pull us back together. I stare up at Blue and find her eyes almost closed, chest moving quickly to draw her breaths in. My hands come up to cup her breasts, fingers playing with her nipples as Bentley moves in behind her.
“Ready?” he murmurs against her shoulder and her eyes open more, head nodding. He wraps an arm around her middle, lifting her while fisting the base of my dick at the same time. I throw my head back as he positions us, dragging her down over me until I’m fully seated inside her. Her warm walls grip me, replacing the grasp of Bentley’s hand and the sensation makes an inarticulate groan rumble from my chest. Blue moans, head lolling back onto Bentley’s shoulder, and he chuckles. “Still want both of us?”
She nods, and breathily pleads, “Please.”
Bentley groans before pushing her down over me slowly with a hand on the center of her back. Her head lands on my shoulder and she nuzzles into my neck, kissing me at my pulse point and making me shiver. He leans down over her to kiss me for a moment, soft lips commanding mine and scrambling my thoughts to oblivion before he pops back up. “Don’t move yet.” I nod, trying to form coherent thoughts and wrapping my arms around Janette. I start rubbing her back. She kisses my throat again, as I watch Bentley line himself up. His hands land on her hips, holding us both still. “Ready, sunshine?”
She nods fervently, nose brushing against me, and he slowly starts to push into her. She tenses and he pauses, one hand joining mine to rub circles into her lower back. “Relax, baby. We’ll go slow.”
She digs a hand into my hair, holding on to me as he eases another inch into her, rocking his hips slowly. I start to feel him sliding against me, the thin barrier inside her the only thing between us, and almost shut my eyes, breathing through my nose to keep myself from moving along with him. Another inch and Janette moans as he pulls back, trying to move her hips with him and clenching around me. I watch Bentley move, feeling Janette slowly grow more pliable over top of me as she relaxes fully into us. When his hips finally meet her ass, he stares down at me, sweat darkening his hair and lightly lining his shoulder muscles.
“So fucking tight,” he whispers, mouth hanging open a little afterward.
“I can feel you,” I spit out, barely holding onto any semblance of self-control.
Janette moans, muttering unintelligibly and Bentley leans down to kiss the center of her back and then the back of my hand. “I’m going to move. You both ready?” Janette nods into my neck and I follow suit.
Bentley pulls out almost entirely, the feeling making my hips stutter as I pull back slightly beneath her. And then he's slamming back in, cock gliding against mine and making her clench around me even tighter. I wheeze out a breath, seeing stars.
This right here is heaven.
Janette tips her head back, mouth wide open in a silent scream. We devolve into a messy rhythm panting and cursing around Janette as we each push and pull against her.
“Fuck,” Bentley grunts, hand coming up to cover my throat. The pressure makes my balls tighten up and he yells, “Come,” just as I explode inside Blue, hips shoving as far into her as I can get from beneath them both. Bentley roars his release as I feel Janette clench around me and scream through her own release.
We fall into a heap of sweaty limbs, still randomly connected as I wait for air to enter my lungs at the right pace and my mind to return. My eyes eventually close and I feel Bentley untangle Janette and carry her out of the bed. I hear the sink running and ease back against the wall, fluffing my pillow and settling in. Bentley returns with Janette, my eyes peaking open to watch her slide under the covers and scooch over to lay against my chest. Bentley follows behind her, the three of us re-tangling ourselves together.
“You two are going to kill me,” Janette murmurs.
“Sore?” Bentley asks, rubbing his hand along her side, knuckles brushing over my stomach.
“More exhausted.”
“Good.” He leans up and kisses her quick. “You’ll sleep well then.”
Janette hums and I chuckle. “That was your idea, Blue.” I kiss her shoulder, hand running over Bentley’s hip under the blanket covering us all.
“Next time, one of you is in the middle,” she mumbles, turning to tuck herself into me on her side and starting to drift off.
Bentley’s eyes meet mine and he grins.
I pull my hand out of the blanket at the same time as him and we wave our fists as he mouths the words. My flat hand covers his fist over Janette’s head, and I smile, stomach flipping at the idea of burying myself in him while he’s balls deep in her.