64. Thea
64
Thea
S ome of the sexual fog disappeared the moment I heard Landon’s voice. As usual, Kyril’s intoxicating pheromones had hypnotized my pussy and blocked all my inhibitions. Knowing that the gym was open to every student on campus helped clear my head.
I couldn’t have sex here, in the open. A random gym bro might walk in, film us, and then post it online. The last thing I needed was my father seeing a sex tape of me.
That didn’t bear thinking about. Not only would he kill me, but he’d also kill Kyril. And as much as it pained me to admit it, I rather liked the stupidly sexy Russian, even if he was an overbearing asshole most of the time.
I shoved Kyril off me and adjusted my sports bra. When I looked up, Landon was smirking.
“Hey, Thea,” he teased. “Good workout?”
“Fuck you,” I muttered as a red blush colored my cheeks. I never blushed. Ever. Lord help me. I was officially losing my shit.
Kyril jumped up, not caring that his dick was still hard and very visible through his thin shorts. Of course, that made Landon chuckle all the more.
“Dude, be careful. You might poke someone’s eyes out.”
Kyril glared. “I’m taking my girl to the physio room. Join us or fuck off. Your choice, mudak.”
“Wait, what? I should go!” I tried to pull away, but Kyril resembled an immovable mountain of muscle.
“Not a chance, kotenok. I’m not letting you go until you’ve come at least twice,” he growled, before licking the salt from my sweaty neck. “You called me pathetic, remember, so you deserve to be punished. And I fully intend to punish you by making you come lots of times.”
Was he for real? I failed to see how giving me multiple orgasms was a punishment. Maybe his mother had dropped him on his head a lot as a kid?
“Thea said you were pathetic?” Landon choked out, looking impressed. I guessed not many people dared insult the Russian.
My feminist half wanted to tell Kyril to go fuck himself because threatening to punish me for some perceived slight was toxic masculinity at its best, but my slutty other half told her to shut the fuck up because we needed to get laid.
By the time my schizophrenic personalities had stopped arguing with each other, Kyril had pulled me into a small medical exam room painted a tasteful shade of pale green.
There was a large exam table, a couple of chairs, a white counter and cupboards, and several posters illustrating various gruesome sports injuries. It was all very sterile, brightly lit, and not the best place for a random hookup.
Did I care?
No.
“Close the door,” he ordered Landon, who had followed us. Landon nodded and then leaned against the wall with a grin.
“Don’t you care that he’s locked me in a room?” I spluttered, looking at Landon. “You do know this isn’t the kind of thing a rational guy does, right?”
Landon shrugged and smirked. “Kyril is insane. We all know this. If he wants to have his wicked way with you, I’m not going to stop him.”
He pushed off from the wall and stalked over toward me. The two guys exchanged looks and my heart rate shot back up again.
I felt like a gazelle cornered by two predators. Both of them wanted a bite of me. I should have been terrified. Or at least anxious. But we all knew I was no victim.
Kyril tugged me closer, his eyes black with arousal, and his dick still rock hard. When he pulled me into the cradle of his hips, I moaned.
“You want us both, don’t you,” he crooned in my ear before his hand slid up my ribs and found my aching breast once again.
“No,” I replied breathlessly. I sure as hell wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Them .
Landon moved up behind me, his arm around my waist. Like Kyril, he was also hard. The thought of having both of them… together …made me swoon. It was all my dirtiest fantasies brought to life. A dick sandwich.
“Liar.” Yeah, Landon called it. “I bet if I pull your shorts down, you’re wet for us.” His fingers edged inside the stretchy Lycra, brushing over my clit. I shuddered and closed my eyes. The need to come was all-consuming. Between Kyril’s teasing and my overactive imagination, I was more than ready for this.
They were too, it seemed.
“Get Kyril’s cock out, wifey,” Landon instructed. “I want to see you pleasure him while I pleasure you.”
I stopped breathing for a moment. Was Landon bi? Oh. My. God. The idea of two sexy guys together was so hot.
Kyril wasn’t watching Landon, though; 100% of his attention was on me. When I hesitated, he smirked like he knew I didn’t have the guts to do this. Well, fuck him. I may have been a bit - OK, a lot - inexperienced, but I wasn’t a coward.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore. That horse had bolted and wasn’t ever coming back. There was no point in pretending my virtue was intact. My father would find out eventually, probably, but until then, I may as well enjoy what time I had left on this earth exploring my sexuality.
Kyril’s smirk dropped when I reached inside his shorts and grabbed his cock. He felt like steel encased in warm velvet in my hand. I squeezed his shaft gently and rubbed my thumb over the shiny red crown.
“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. The way he reacted to my somewhat clueless caresses gave me confidence. Maybe I wasn’t so bad at this?
“Good girl,” Landon whispered in my ear. His fingers slid lower, brushing through my swollen wet folds, and entered me. It was hard to concentrate on Kyril while Landon teased me, but hey, I could multi-task like a boss.
Landon stretched me with his fingers while I gripped Kyril’s shaft. He was so big, my hand didn’t fit all the way round. With each pass, more fluid leaked from his tip, lubricating my hand.
I listened carefully to his reactions, learning what he liked. When I gripped hard enough for my nails to leave indents, he groaned. It seemed a bite of pain turned him on. I scraped harder, and he jerked into my hand, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
“I’m too close,” he grunted, reluctantly removing my hand and squeezing the base of his shaft for a moment. “Play with her tits while I make her come all over my face.”
Landon’s fingers left my pussy, and I whined with frustration. He pulled my vest tee off and deftly removed my sports bra. Kyril’s eyes darkened even further as my unfettered breasts bounced free. He leaned down and sucked a hard nipple before biting it with sharp teeth. When I squealed with pain, he grinned.
“That’s for calling me pathetic,” he smirked. I glared at him, but when he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, I soon forgot why I was angry.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Landon purred in my ear as his large hands massaged my sensitive tits.
“No,” I lied. “He’s useless.”
Kyril sucked my clit into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. I screamed and fought to free myself, but his iron-clad grip on my thighs was too tight. The harder he sucked, the closer I got to the edge. When he pushed three fingers inside me while Landon pinched and pulled my nipples, I fell apart.
Before I could recover, Kyril had sheathed his dick with a condom. He lifted me up and moved us, dropping me on the edge of a metal exam table. The cold stainless steel surface was a shock to my overheated skin. But I didn’t have time to complain, because with one swift movement, he was inside me.
When I looked to my left, Landon had pulled his dick out and was unashamedly jerking off as he watched his friend fuck me.
“You look so hot, wifey,” he groaned, his eyes glued to my tits. “I hope you’re down for swinging with my friends, because I’m definitely into this. But your ass is mine first.” He aimed that comment at Kyril, who growled in response before claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss.
The table squeaked alarmingly as it slid across the linoleum floor with each powerful thrust. Shit, at this rate, the damn thing would collapse. I wrapped my arms around Kyril’s neck, using him as my anchor in the storm.
His groin rubbed my clit, and I came for the second time, just like he’d promised. A few beats later, he followed me over the edge. Landon cursed as cum covered his palm and abs.
Thank goodness this room had plenty of antibacterial wipes to hand.
My cheek rested against Kyril’s sweaty chest. I was exhausted. Emotionally as well as physically. I really needed a nap.
Maybe I could take a nap in here. There was a sofa in the corner. Surely the physio wouldn’t mind if I curled up there for 30 minutes?
Kyril chuckled when he pulled out and I barely cracked an eye open. “We need to get you cleaned up, kotenok,” he said in a gentle tone that was nothing like his usual growly asshole demeanor.
“Hmm,” I murmured, too sleepy and sated to care. He lifted me down from the table and helped me pull my shorts and underwear back on. My panties were wet and gross, which made me grimace.
Just as Landon handed him my sports bra, the door clicked and opened, and we all froze like granite statues.