Chapter 30 Jace
Jace
We snaked our way through the crowd to leave the game, putting a little space between our bodies. The crowd was thick and nobody would see us… but we didn’t want to take the chance on the way out.
After making sure Lila was good to drive, I caught a ride with Brock. We drove in awkward silence for a few minutes before I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“So. Do you think you’re up for this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he shot back.
“Woah, relax. I’m not trying to challenge you. Just getting on the same page before… stuff happens.”
He glanced over at me. “Same page about what?”
“I don’t know. Just… having a threesome with another guy. It could be weird.”
“Have you ever done it?” Brock asked.
“Nope. But I’ve always kind of wanted to.”
He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Let’s set a few ground rules.”
It was everything you might expect. No touching dicks. Minimal eye-contact. Try to respect each other’s space while we were sharing Lila.
Sharing Lila.
The thought thrilled me in an unexpected way. I hoped that Lila was just as excited. She seemed to have shed a lot of her inhibitions today, and the alcohol was only partly to blame. I was certain it was the prospect of a threesome that had her so bold at the basketball game.
I wondered if that boldness would continue at her place.
Lila had beers waiting for us as soon as we walked in the door. “What a game. I can’t believe we beat Tennessee!”
“Everyone’s partying on campus,” Brock said, scrolling on his phone. “It’s like we won a war or something.”
“Do you want to go back to campus to join the celebrations?” Lila asked.
“Tempting, but nah. I went to a single frat party at the beginning of this semester and hated it.”
“Same,” I added. “It’s not much fun when you’re almost a decade older than everyone else.”
“Good answer.” Lila lifted her bottle, took a slow sip, and gave us a smile so dangerous it rearranged my pulse. “We can have our own celebration here. Adults only.”
Then she hooked her finger. Not a word. Just that lazy, confident curl that made heat rise up the back of my neck.
She turned and walked toward the hallway, hips swaying like she knew damn well we were both staring. Brock inhaled sharply beside me.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
I elbowed him. “Shut up and walk. And remember our ground rules.”
“Tough to forget them.”
We followed her like two horny puppies on a leash. All the way down the hall, until she stopped in the doorway of her bedroom, leaned one shoulder against the frame, and took another slow sip of her beer. Her eyes flicked between the two of us.
“You boys sure you’re up for this?” she teased.
“I can’t speak for Grandpa, over here, but I’m in my prime,” Brock said, stepping past me with a swagger that was definitely new.
I snagged the back of his shirt and pulled him back. “Grandpa? I’m only a year older than you.”
“Which is practically ancient.”
“All right, kid,” I said, shoving past him. “Respect your elders and you might just learn something.”
Lila arched an eyebrow. “Are you two gonna argue all night?”
“Yes,” I said. Brock shook his head, no.
“If you’re going to compete, at least do it in here.” She bit her lower lip before walking backward into the room.
Again, we followed, me taking the lead this time. After all the teasing and foreplay at the basketball game, I was practically on fire with desire for Lila.
Her bedroom was dim, just one lamp on, throwing enough light to see her bed. Unmade, pillows everywhere, a blanket half-kicked to the side. A couple of books on the nightstand, clothes on the chair. Lived-in. Comfortable. Her private space.
And the smell hit me next. Jasmine. Warm skin. Her. It slid right into my bloodstream like it had the last time I was here. That easy buzz from the beers sharpened into something hotter. I got hard thinking about being inside her again. Thinking about Brock along for the ride.
This was going to be fun.
Lila set her beer down on the nightstand and perched on the edge of the bed, ready for the night, for us, and whatever we wanted to do to her. Her knees parted just a little. Confident in a way that made me bite down to keep from groaning.
Her gaze flicked between us, eyes bright and already a little wild.
“Are you up for this?” Brock asked her.
She bit her lip again and nodded slowly. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about for days.”
Brock didn’t wait for an invitation. He knelt in front of her, hands on her knees, eyes wide like she was his biggest fantasy. I stepped next to him, watching the two of them. The way her breath caught, the way her lips parted.
And in my body, everything responded. My shoulders tensed, blood rushed south so fast I was almost dizzy with it. That magnetic pull toward her tightened, and my cock got even harder.
I set my beer aside and moved toward her, stroking her cheek softly. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into my touch, and for a moment, it was just us. The same gravitational pull that had been ruling my life since the first day of class.
Brock brushed his lips along the inside of her knee, and she gasped. The sound went straight through me.
“I have a new rule,” Lila breathed. “No arguing unless it’s over who makes me feel better.”
“That’s not even a contest,” Brock said.
I snorted. “Agreed. I clearly win.”
“You cocky…”
Lila put a finger over Brock’s lips.
Then over mine.
“Less talking,” she breathed. “Show me which of you is the best.”
And that was it.
I kissed her. Her soft, full mouth moved against mine, her tongue teasing and inviting.
I felt her heat, her want, and it lit me up from the inside.
Our hands roamed freely, exploring her body as we undressed her together.
I slid my fingers under the hem of her shirt, finding the smooth, warm skin of her stomach.
Lila moaned softly into my mouth, her response pushing us both forward.
I pulled the fabric up, revealing those lush curves, and Brock gave a low whistle as he got a better look.
I moved down her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, while Brock made quick work of her jeans. She leaned back, eyes closed, savoring the pull of two sets of hands and mouths on her.
I unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. The lace of her panties was already soaked through. It probably had been since the game.
Brock—always eager when she was involved—looked up at her with wide, hungry eyes. She gave him a slow, predatory smile that sent a jolt down my spine. She was in control, and we both knew it. Hell, we liked it. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
I watched as Brock leaned in and traced patterns on her thighs with his tongue.
When his mouth finally found her pussy, he tasted her through the thin fabric.
Lila’s hands slid into my hair and pulled me back into another kiss.
This one was hotter, deeper than before.
Her breath came quick and shallow against my lips, her excitement growing by the second as her tongue moved hungrily.
Brock was doing well, but he still had that overeager pace, that “let me show you what I can do” energy. A small, smug part of me thought: Good. But let’s show her how a grown man does it.
I let my hands roam her body, and her moan came out louder, her head falling back. I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing, syncing with the rhythm Brock set below. She bucked her hips, chasing every touch, every flick of our tongues.
I wanted to take her apart. And I knew Brock did, too.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out.
We took that as our cue to push harder.
She came with a sharp, powerful release, her whole body tensing beneath our hands and mouths. My cock twitched painfully at the sight and sound of her falling apart. The room was thick with the scent of sex, our skin damp with sweat, and all I could think was how badly I wanted the rest of her.
Brock let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-groan. “Pretty sure I just earned an A.”
Lila’s laugh came from deep in her throat, giddy with the rush of the climax still rippling through her.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, because damn if that challenge didn’t light something in me. I couldn’t hold myself back another second.
I positioned myself between her legs and slid my cock into her, the heat of her pussy welcoming me instantly. Brock moved behind her, steadying her back as she leaned into him.
As I thrust into her hot sex, Brock’s hands came up to her breasts, his fingers rolling and squeezing her nipples.
Her whole body tightened around my cock, hot and slick and pulsing.
The shock of it fired straight through my spine.
I felt every gasp she let out like it was happening under my own skin.
I didn’t feel any jealousy at having Brock there. I really did see him as an ally, not as competition.
And that made everything so much better.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, voice rough.
I gripped her hips harder. I couldn’t help it, my pace picking up, turning sharp, hungry. Sex had never felt this incredible before, not with Lila or any other woman. She took every thrust like she was made for it, clenching around me, pulling me deeper.
Brock leaned in quickly, kissing her with a kind of breathless urgency.
His mouth captured hers like he’d been waiting all night for the chance, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her whimper into him.
The sound tore through me. A growl built in my chest, my hips driving harder without me meaning to.
Lila unzipped his pants and threaded his cock through the hole, stroking him urgently. Her moans vibrated against his mouth and straight down to my cock. I felt everything; her need and the way her body trembled between us. And it dragged me closer to the edge than I meant to be.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” I told her, my voice hoarse.
I reached down, my thumb finding her clit, teasing it in tight circles. The second I touched her, she came alive beneath us, her body arching back against Brock’s chest.
“Oh god, Jace, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
“Yes, Professor Carrington.”
Whether it was calling her professor, or my thumb pressing against her clit, Lila began unraveling beneath me.
I kept my rhythm steady and deep, my thumb stroking her clit in perfect time with every thrust. Brock’s hands slid to her hips, guiding me even deeper, his touch syncing perfectly with mine.
“Come for us,” I breathed.
“Come for us,” Brock repeated into her ear before kissing the side of her neck.
Lila’s eyes rolled back as she cried out, her whole body shaking when she came apart. I felt her pussy clamp down on me, milking my cock, pulling a groan straight out of my core. My control slipped, dangerously thin but I held on, just long enough to give her the moment she deserved.