Chapter Twenty-Six #3
“Siren, you feel… incredible.” He rasps.
I stand on the bed, tugging my own boxer briefs off, groaning as I shove as much as I can of myself into her open mouth as Jonas kneels between her parted thighs. “Are you ready baby?”
The vibrations of her moan goes straight to my balls.
I’d rather be inside of her, again. Torturing her to orgasm but I’m confident in Jonas.
I watch as he slides the tip of his cock up and down her slickness, coating himself, inserting only the crown of his cock, the entire tip and then a few inches over and over again.
“Christ. Jonas.”
Jonas laughs devilishly. “I know. But that’s our girl. All of her feels amazing. Look how slutty you are baby. Taking three cocks. You’re such a sick… little… slut.” He groans as he thrusts and from the frenzy she’s wreaking on my cock, deepening her slurps, hollowing her cheeks, she loves it.
“Fuck you feel amazing like this. Gonna go deeper now, mmhmm, good girl. I know you can take us. ”
Her eyes rolls back and she’s moving on her own, silently pleading for more.
“That’s our good girl. Keep going. Fuck, yes. Fuck it’s so goddamn beautiful to see your pussy split open for me.”
“Fuck, Siren. Don’t fucking stop.” Maverick groans.
“You want your professor to shoot his cum in your ass baby?”
She nods and Maverick curses.
Jonas licks a finger, bites his lip and smiles like a madman.
“You know what I want? It’s sick baby. It’s so sick…
” He snakes his finger into her, and whatever he’s doing inside with that finger makes her gush.
He lowers his voice, “I want two of us to take your pussy. I want to stretch you all the way out and fill you up with so much cum.”
“Siren, don’t stop angel.”
“But that’s not the sick part, baby.”
These confessions, the feel of her tongue on the underside of my cock, the view of her breasts bouncing… it’s too much.
“Want to know the sickest part?” He taunts.
“Fuck, Jonas, stop.” I warn.
“I want the good doctor to take out your birth control. I want to shove a plug in your pussy so you keep us inside all fucking day.” He whispers. And then, “What if you get pregnant baby?”
Maverick groans, his toes curling, obviously turned on by that thought.
Raven gasps as they pound into her, all of them slick with sweat, pheromones permeating in the air.
No longer able to hold back, my thighs shake as I cum down her throat, groaning like a savage animal in the night.
She leans against Maverick again and pulls Jonas onto her and tugs me down to kiss her.
Shoving my hand between their bodies so I can play with her sensitive clit, not leaving me out of bringing her pleasure.
She keeps her lips on mine, never breaking away, only devouring me harder even when her body convulses between them.
She needs me to be a part of everything she is.
To let me know she loves me any way she can.
To feel her break.
“Oh, god, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” It’s incredible how desperate and guttural Jonas sounds when he comes for her as if she’s the answer to all of his prayers.
“Siren! ”
When she finds the strength to climb off them, it’s me she seeks. Shaking, overstimulated, hypersensitive and afraid of everything she’s feeling, she seeks me for comfort. For guidance. “It’s okay, little bird.”
Her chin trembles and tears spill. It’s a natural reaction to what she just experienced and Jonas being so open and honest probably fucked with her.
She puts her index finger up to her lips and pushes it forward. Real ?
I nod. “Real.” And she clutches me closer, as if I’d ever let her go.
“Fuck, did I push for too much too soon?” Jonas asks.
I shake my head. “It’s an influx of emotions, being touched, praised and fucked so thoroughly… she feels… loved .”
As she should.
A softness rarely seen comes across his face as Maverick reaches over and pulls her hair away from her face and cups her chin. “You did so well, Siren.” He praises and when his eyes fall on his watch he springs out of bed. “Holy shit I’m going to be so late.”
Jonas ignores him and slides in beside me to take her from my arms. “Let me clean you up and then you can take a bath with me.”
I ignore the professor as well. “I’ll make breakfast and then you can go back to sleep okay?”
Raven nods, wiping her tears.
“Wait so, what all do you have planned while I’m working?” Maverick asks.
I shrug. “Our girl is going to need a few things. Her laptop was destroyed. She’ll need a new one. Clothes.”
“Fishnets and thigh highs, no panties.” Jonas murmurs sleepily. “They get in the way a lot. Oh, no rompers either.”
“Shopping? I’ll be working and you will be… having fun.”
Jonas laughs. “Jealous?”
Maverick clears his throat. “I can purchase the laptop.”
“You don’t have to.” I supply. “You’ve done enough letting us stay here.”
I know what he’s doing. He wants to be a part of this in any way he can. “Please, it’s the least I can do. You can purchase ungodly amounts of clothes and books for her, and I’ll… I can do that.”
“Okay.” I agree.
“You hear that, baby? Your guys are spoiling you today.”
Raven sighs happily in his arms but then sits up. Wait I have a few things I need from my dorm room. She looks at Maverick. Can I move those things in here?
“Could you sign just a little slower?”
She does, and I can tell he’s fighting a smile.
He wants her here. He wants this. Knowing she plans on staying here for a while makes a light dance in his eyes, all while his face remains neutral.
But he wants it. All of it that comes with her but that fucking cool mask he puts on for show is fucking ridiculous and it’s annoying.
The sooner he rids himself of it, the more she’ll trust him.
Keeping up that facade will only confuse and push her away.
That’s the last thing she needs.
He nods. “Yes, That’s fine. I’ll have keys made for each of you.
You’re welcome to everything in the kitchen.
There’s a gym in the basement. The layout to this house is similar to Raven’s Lake house.
” He leaves the room and we get up so we can shower.
While we’re getting dressed, Maverick leaves without a word.
Though she doesn’t say anything, just as I suspected she would be, she’s a little sadder than usual.
I make a mental note to set him straight soon.
Unfortunately, by the time I get the chance, it’s too late.