26 - Fallon
~ 26 ~
FALLON
The first half of the class was tough. But the second half?
Pure, sexual agony.
I sat there in a puddle of warmth and wetness, fully distracted as my professor talked on and on about mammal digestive health. Unable to think about anything but how quickly I could make my exit, and the sweet relief I’d feel once I’d finally made it home.
Trey had done me dirty, meeting me in the library and pulling me quickly into one of the private study booths all the way at the back. There, we’d made out like teenagers, hungrily devouring each other, making up for missed time while grinding away at each other to the point of total, sexual frenzy.
He pulled my shorts not only down, but all the way off. For one happy moment I thought he might even fuck me, or at least allow me to grind on his thick, muscular thigh just long enough to get myself off. I even tried seducing him to that end; dropping to my knees and blowing him shamelessly, slathering his thick rod with my saliva coated lips and taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
In the end, I begged him to let me come, whispering into his ear filthy promises of things I’d let him to do to my body in the days and nights afterward. And damn, I almost even had him. For a heart-stopping moment his expression changed, his eyebrows arching as he relented and actually considered my proposal. But in the end, he conformed to whatever twisted pact he’d made with the others. I could only watch helplessly, as he dumped his copious load into my already destroyed panties, before pulling them up against my swollen entrance while his cream was still hot and thick.
If they were torturing me, it was as per my instructions. I’d wanted to do sexy, adventurous things. Public things, even. And although this wasn’t something I’d ever thought or fantasized about, I had to admit it was seriously hot, walking across campus with the warm seed of three gorgeous men, all but running down the insides of my thighs.
I debated leaving early, weighing the validity of Emerson’s threat that I was actually being watched. They’d only punish me more, I knew. And while additional punishment might even be enjoyable, there was also a submissive fun in obedience, as well.
And so I stayed, riding out the sweet, throbbing agony of my most serious need to get off. Eventually the books closed, the class filed out, and I hung back just long enough to walk unaccompanied to my car. The ride to the house was a sticky mess of its own, but I knew the boys were still on campus so I’d have the place all to myself. Sure enough, the driveway was empty. I parked, squished my way upstairs, and arrived in my bedroom absolutely throbbing.
I could shower immediately, I knew. I would take care of myself afterward, or even during. Something stopped me though, as I rolled my ruined panties down and stepped out of them. Maybe it was the powerful scent of their combined sex, which filled the room. Or maybe it was the twisted heat that came with having all three of them currently inside me, while at the same time, being utterly and gloriously alone.
I took the towel I’d just pulled out and laid it over my bed. Then I fell into it naked, thighs dropping apart, and let the fingers of both my hands trail deliciously downward, all the way to my come-soaked crotch.
Oh.
My.
GOD.
I knew right away, my climax was going to be life-altering. My hands took over, moving in all too-familiar motions that I’d perfected while dating a sexually defunct dipshit like Blaine. There was a secret vibrator at the bottom of my night table drawer; a battery-operated boyfriend I’d nicknamed ‘Wayne’, because it was everything Blaine was not. I debated reaching for it, to make my orgasm even more powerful, but I was already so close I didn’t know if I’d even make it.
I leaned my head back, arching my neck over the soft, cool pillow. My teeth clenched. My body stiffened…
And that’s when heard the unmistakable sound of a car door, slamming shut.
FUCK!
The distraction was joined by the sound of my phone going off, simultaneously, somewhere in my bag.
It was one or more of the guys, of course, so I shouldn’t care. They could find me like this, even join me. Or they could take over entirely. Ravage my body. Do whatever they wanted to me, as long as they let me—
“DALTON? EMERSON?”
I bolted upright, whipped the towel out from under me, and held it protectively in front of my body. The voice wasn’t one of the guys. It wasn’t a woman’s voice either.
“Are you upstairs???”
No, this was a much different voice. A voice too high-pitched to be anything but—
Leaping into action, I locked my door and began throwing on clothes. I stepped into a fresh pair of underwear, and a new pair of shorts. The voices continued as I pulled the nearest shirt I could find over my head, with more of them chiming in as what sounded like a small herd of elephants came bounding up the stairs.
Another car door. More voices. I kicked my dirty clothes in the direction of the hamper and fished out my phone. Then I stepped into the hallway, primping my hair, ready for what I already knew would be on the other side of my bedroom door.
Most of Dalton’s family stood at the top of the staircase landing: his little brother, and three out of four of his sisters. Behind them stood their mother, her head on a swivel. Everyone was looking in every direction, taking the place in.
“Fallon?”
His mother looked utterly shocked to see me. And why shouldn’t she be?
“Hi!” I cried sheepishly.
His little brother’s whole face lit up, and I couldn’t help but smile back. The last time I’d seen Jonah he’d been barely up to my waist, and I’d played catch with him for nearly two straight hours. Even now he had the baseball glove in his hand, as he ran down the hall to fling himself into my arms…
Deftly but cruelly, I ducked into the bathroom just before he got there.
“Taking a shower, be out in a minute!” I cried loudly, as I closed and locked the door.
Somewhere downstairs I heard Dalton’s voice, followed by a chorus of the word “SURPRISE!” The staircase vibrated with even more footfalls. I could hear his father, clapping him on the back so loudly it felt like the house shook.
That’s when my phone buzzed again. I looked down at the message, which was from Dalton himself:
Family just flew in unexpectedly.
Should be here any minute.
Sorry!