21. Nim
Chapter 21
Nim
This can’t be happening. It’s not possible. Not logical. I’m in the middle of the fucking courtyard of a prestigious university. Common grounds. There are people around. Anyone can see what’s going on here. I mean, maybe if Mason and Silas had tiny dicks, it wouldn’t have been as blatant. But they don’t.
They’re huge.
My arms are starting to ache from how I’m jerking them off, but it’s a distant sensation. Even the shame from being forced to do this in public, it’s like it’s happening to someone else right now.
Someone who isn’t being fingered by Knox.
I almost lost my mind when he opened me up like that. Both Mason and Silas looked, and it was all I could do not to scream. But I know Knox was serious about his threat. He would turn that act of defiance into something even more humiliating.
Like Romi says, I just have to endure this and walk it off. So you know what? If they want me to jerk them off in public, that’s what I’ll do.
That was the plan, anyway. I just wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel when Knox touched me down there.
He’s long past the point of just touching now. He’s keeping me peeled open, the thumb of that same hand massaging my clit while he uses his other hand to finger me.
I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I can feel Mason and Silas getting harder watching Knox do this to me, or the sounds my wet pussy makes every time he slams his fingers into me. Because he’s using two now, and I never in my life thought anything could feel this fucking good.
Mason groans, grabbing my hand and forcing me to jerk him off faster. Silas does the same, but with him it’s all about how hard I can grip him. Which I don’t think is hard enough, seeing how he’s crushing my fingers around his dick.
They were using their free hands to keep the blazer on my legs, but Silas locks eyes with me as he leans over and brushes his fingertips over my soaked pussy, like he wants to feel if I’m truly as wet as Knox makes out.
I can’t hide my shame. Because I am wet. This fucked up thing we’re doing, it’s turning me on so much that I’m soaking the grass.
“No, like this,” Silas says. My eyes drop down, and I stare dumbfounded as Silas starts rubbing my clit.
“Go deeper,” Mason says, his free hand sliding over my thigh and grabbing at my folds, peeling me open on one side like Knox is doing on the other.
“Christ,” Knox says behind me, but muffled like he’s biting down on his lip. Then he slips his fingers out of me, pushes that rock-hard dick of his into my back, and thrusts three fingers into my soaked pussy.
I gasp, my hips bucking forward.
“Fuck, yeah,” Mason says. “I’m almost there.”
“Me too,” Silas mutters. “But she’s not.”
“I am!” I manage through a tight throat. “Oh God...” I twist, trying to get away from their hands, but when Knox growls a warning into my ear, I go still. He fucks me hard with his fingers, nipping at my earlobe, Silas rubbing my clit faster and faster.
Then Mason slips his finger down, down, down.
I gasp, going rigid when he touches my asshole. “No, fuck, what are you?—”
But he slips inside before I get another word out. My mouth falls open, my body convulsing as an orgasm slams through me.
“Fuck, yes, baby girl,” Mason groans. “You love it when I fuck that dirty little hole of yours, don’t you?”
The next moment, Mason shoves my hand up to the tip of his dick. Warm cum shoots into my hand, his body trembling as he comes.
“Are you coming?” Silas asks, almost sounding angry. And a second later, his dick throbs in my hand. Cum oozes over my fingers, warm and sticky, Silas’s hand wrapping over mine like he’s trying to stop it from getting on his blazer.
Knox groans against the side of my mouth, pushing his cock against my lower back. “You should be fucking lucky we’re not alone,” he says darkly as he shoves his fingers all the way inside me. “Else you’d be coming on my dick right now.”
“Nim?”
I jerk, coming back to the present so fast I have mental whiplash. I turn, and watch dreamily as Romi starts hurrying toward me.
“It’s fucking Furino,” Knox mutters. He thrusts his fingers into me again, pressing his lips against my ears as he whispers, “Get rid of her.”
He shoves against my back, and the next thing I know I’m standing on wobbly legs, my underwear tangled around my knees and Knox’s blazer sliding to the ground. I catch it hurriedly, wrapping it around me like a skirt, my cheeks still blazing like torches when I stagger away to meet Romi at the edge of the cobblestone path.I barely remember in time to keep my cum-soaked hand out of sight behind my back, like a kid hiding a cookie she’d just been caught stealing.
Romi takes one look at me and stops running. “Nim...are you okay?” Her eyes immediately flash to the guys behind me, but I guess they all have their innocent faces on or something, because she just gives me a confused look when her eyes come back to mine. “Nim?”
“I’m fine,” I say, swallowing hard and then jutting out my chin. “What do you want?” Slightly breathless, I have to push out the words, making them harsher than I’d intended.
A flicker of hurt crosses Romi’s eyes, but it quickly clears into cool indifference. “I heard someone say the Serpents were bullying you, but...” She glances past me, sniffs, and steps back. “I guess I heard wrong.”
“I’m fine,” I tell her. “We were just...talking.”
Romi shrugs. “Like I give a fuck,” she says, turns on her heel, and storms off.
I sag, glance over my shoulder.
Knox is sitting forward, his wrists slung casually over his knees. Besides his unruly hair, there’s not a stitch out of place.
Mason is on one elbow, the cocky grin on his mouth the only evidence that he just came in my fucking hand. And Silas? He’s scowling at Romi’s back like he can’t believe she had the audacity to interrupt us.
Slowly, keeping Knox’s blazer wrapped around my legs, I slide my underwear off and use it to wipe Mason’s cum from my hand. Then I toss Knox’s blazer at him.
“You’ll pay for this,” I say as evenly as I can manage with my pounding heart.
Knox watches me calmly, then the side of his mouth moves up. It might have been a smile, but I’m pretty sure it’s more of a smirk. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Nim.”
I turn to stalk away, but when Mason clears his throat in a meaningful way, a tremor of fear paralyzes my legs. Just like that, my heart is in my throat again, and I’m waiting to see what fresh hell they’re going to dole out next.
I hear shoes ringing off the paving. A massive hand slips around my wrist, lifting my arm. Mason forces open my fingers and takes my cum-soaked panties out of my hand. “This belongs to me now,” he rumbles in my ear.