Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
RILEY
M y belly flips with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I anticipate the feel of Wesley bare inside me.
We’re outside, where anyone could walk by, and that adds to the thrill.
I scoot down his legs, taking his throbbing dick inside my mouth, and he rubs the back of my head in gentle strokes.
“Such a dirty girl, Riley. You want me to fuck this pretty face of yours?”
Oh God, yes. His words are like molten lava to my pussy, and wetness pools between my thighs.
I still can’t believe he told me everything about his brother.
My heart aches for him and I want him to use my body to repair the parts I shattered by making him open up to me.
I nod the best I can as I plant my fist at the base of him and he jerks his hips up.
He gathers my hair in his hand and helps me set the pace he wants as he works himself in and out of my mouth.
I want him to come down my throat. I want to taste him as I swallow him.
Thoughts of Julien throat fucking me ricochet through my mind and the moment he made me swallow his come.
And instead of pulling me out of the moment, all it does is make me latch on to him and suck harder.
Thoughts of another man shouldn’t turn me on more, but they do. Just like when I knew Zander was watching in the cameras at the gym. It turned me on so much knowing he was witnessing my pleasure. And deep down, I hoped he got off just as hard as I did.
Wesley’s heavy breathing infiltrates my senses, and he pops me off him.
“Come sit on my cock, beautiful.”
I waste no time as I crawl back into his lap, rubbing my clothed core against his hardened length.
I sit up on my knees, pull my panties to the side, and position him at my entrance.
Then I stare into his eyes as I slowly sink down on his length.
The stretch burns, especially from earlier, but it feels so damn good.
His tortured groan in pleasure is all I need to hear to urge me on.
I also figured sex without a condom wouldn’t be very different, but boy, was I wrong. A wave of electric tingling, a thousand tiny sparks, shoots through my body as my synapses fire. He almost feels bigger somehow. He lays back and places his hands on my hips, helping me ride him.
“Ride it baby. Take your pleasure, because when you’re done, I’m going to fuck my come deep inside of you. I’ll own you, Hellcat.”
I squeeze around his cock in response to his filthy mouth and do as he asks with my hands on his chest for balance.
The tantalizing sensation of our bodies moving together sends waves of ecstasy through me as he hits that sweet spot, making me gasp in pleasure.
My heady pants are so loud if there is anyone around, I’m sure they’d be enjoying the show.
But if I’m being honest, the thought of someone seeing us in such a compromising position has my orgasm racing to its brink.
“Wes, I-I’m close,” I pant.
“That’s it, Riley. Fuck yourself on my cock. You’re taking it like such a good fucking girl,” he strains. He clamps his mouth shut, the muscles in his jaw and neck stain as he tightens the grip on my hips, holding me still. His abs contract and he pushes a heavy breath out of his nose.
I hear the footsteps he’s probably already heard to my right and I slow as I wait for whoever it is to leave the area. I look around me, but Wesley angles my face to focus on him again.
“Don’t worry about them. It’s dark now. They won’t know it’s us,” he reassures.
He’s right. I look around once more and push the thought out of my damn head. When he thrusts up into me, rattling my body, I know I’m as good as gone. My orgasm comes back in full force.
“That’s it, baby. You’re squeezing me so damn tight. I can’t wait to come deep inside you.”
A pair of legs comes into view and when I look up, Zander’s dark eyes are staring down into mine. I suck in a deep breath and try to scramble off Wesley, who holds me in place.
“Come for him, Luna,” he commands in his deep, husky voice.
My eyes travel down Zander’s body, and they stop on his hardened length.
He’s straining against the zipper on his pants and my mouth salivates, wanting a taste.
Wesley squeezes my hips and thrusts up into me, my who body rattling as I come.
Oh, lord do I come. As I’m still working through my intense orgasm, Wesley flips us so I’m on my back and pounds into me, extending my own delicious release.
Zander kneels down next to us and I focus on him.
I can’t help it. Wesley may be fucking me, but my body yearns for Zander as well.
When I reach my hand out toward him, he leans forward and sucks my index and middle finger in his mouth before popping off them.
“Rub that pretty little clit and come again,” he demands.
Wesley slows his pace, and I slide my fingers between us, doing exactly as Zander wants.
My focus bounces between both muscular men, unsure who to give my attention to.
Wesley doesn’t stop moving in me, but he also doesn’t seem to care that Zander’s here watching.
Have they done this before? Wesley seems overly calm with his best friend watching him have sex.
“She’s in her own head, Wes. Better change it up if you want her to come again.”
“If you hadn’t shown up, she would have come all over my dick again by now.” He retorts with a grunt as he continues to snap his hips into me.
How the hell are they carrying on this conversation like it’s nothing?
Wesley pulls out and slides my panties down my legs before helping me to my knees, facing away from him. He slides back in, pulling my back flush with his chest. Zander is directly in front of me now, his dark eyes focus on my face, examining me like I’m a science project.
“Kiss her, Zan. She needs you.”
It’s unnerving how true those words are. I need Zander. I need to feel his warm body, feel his hard dick that’s straining in his slacks. Zander takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings his lips close to mine, barely brushing them as Wesley continues to slide in and out of me.
“Daddy,” I whisper as I flutter my eyes closed and rest my hands on his shoulders.
That one word is enough to force him to press his lips against mine and his tongue to invade my mouth as his hand slides down to my throat.
I whimper into him as Wesley uses my body, working us both up to perfect pleasure.
I’m floating higher and higher. It’s too much, all too much.
I gasp, so close to finding my release. “I-I,” I pant against Zander’s lips. He squeezes and I wheeze, trying to catch my breath around his large hand.
Wesley moves faster in me, my body bouncing while Zan holds me in place, never letting up on his kiss.
Wesley groans as I come with him, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
He angles my face away from Zander and kisses my neck and jaw, whispering praises into my ear as I slowly come down.
When I finally open my eyes, Zander’s nowhere to be found.
I look all around. Did I imagine it? I touch my beard burned lips and know it was real.
The vulnerability of the moment leaves me feeling foolish as Wesley withdraws, his come dripping out of me just like he wanted.
Even though I smile, a feeling of loneliness washes over me.
I’ve never experienced something like this in my life, but not having Zander here after what just happened is doing strange things to me.
I almost feel abandoned. And where did he come from, anyway?
How could Zander show up like that and then run away without so much as a goodbye?
Does he hate the fact Wesley and I are together?
Have Wes and Zan shared before? Both men seemed oddly comfortable with one another.
I haven’t had enough time to process what’s going on with him.
Zander’s hot and cold. The minute I think I understand him, he does a one-eighty and I second guess myself all over again.
“Come on, Hellcat. Let’s get you back to your dorm.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask to sleep at his place instead, but I know going the needy route will probably get me pissed on.
Julien would see it as a sign of weakness and exploit it.
Probably tell the school I’m sleeping with all three of them for real.
Which is the last thing I need because I already hear the snide comments when the Kings aren’t around.
The girls are jealous as hell, and the guys can’t wait for the Kings to drop me to have a piece.
I’ve basically become the campus slut and I’ve only had sex with one person here.
Now’s not the time to get weak and let sex go to my head. It’s no big deal.
Wesley helps me back into my panties and smirks when I wiggle my hips.
“What?” I ask, picking up my bag as he finishes packing up everything.
“Nothin’. Just picturing my come dripping down your luscious thighs.
” He gives me a shit-eating grin, then takes my hand and pulls me against him, sealing his lips over mine for another kiss.
“Thank you, Riley. You don’t know how special you are.
” He drops his forehead to mine and we stand like that for another moment before he tugs me with him toward my dorm.
Tonight was…loaded. I have some answers but more questions.
“Just so you know, no one else would have seen you tonight. I had a few guys keeping the area cleared for us. Zander and Julien were the only ones allowed to get past.”
That tidbit of information surprises me.
I’m grateful knowing that not anyone would have seen us, but now I want to know what Zander was doing out there.
Wesley walks me up to my room and gives me one more kiss before wishing me sweet dreams and leaving me alone.
I open my door and all the lights are off.
Hmmm, I guess Ava’s still out with Nick.
I flip the switch and light floods the space. I stop dead in my tracks and look around at my destroyed room.
“What the hell?” I ask out loud, taking a step closer to my scattered items. My clothes lay strewn around my room, as if someone had been searching for something.
Ava’s side is still as neat as it was this morning when we left.
The bedding lay in a chaotic heap, the once-fluffy pillow discarded on the floor.
I pick it up and drop it on the bed, and sit down, letting my eyes roam over the damage.
My first thought was to call Wesley—or hell, Zander.
He’s the computer wiz, and I’m sure he could tap into the cameras and get a recording on who came and would do this.
My eyes well with tears and I take a shuddering breath.
I feel dirty—violated. Having someone go through my belongings is more than I bargained for.
Who do I even tell about this? I doubt the administration is going to care.
They don’t seem like the type to interfere.
Or maybe they will? Has anyone ever brought anything like this to their attention before?
Has something like this ever happened? Or is this some sort of hazing?
The students here are from different backgrounds, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t all play similar games.
I seem to make more enemies than friends after all.
Then my gaze lands on some vaseline and gauze sitting perfectly in the center of my desk, and my blood boils. Every cell in my being shakes with rage as the puzzle pieces click into place.
Julien . That motherfucker!
There’s no other explanation for this. The gears in my head spin as I work to piece together what could have happened. Of course, he would leave Ava’s side alone. Zander would probably kill him if he touched her stuff or messed with her. But me? I’m free game.
I growl and scream into my pillow. I want to punch him, or scratch his eyes out or something. This is the last thing I need to be dealing with after what has already been a confusing night.
I hate him.
Julian Azarian can kiss my ass. I’m not backing down from this. He can’t bully me any more. I’m not going down without a fight.
Once more, I glare at the vaseline and gauze again and chuck them straight into the trash bin.
I want nothing from that asshole. I change out of my uniform into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and put a pair of headphones in to blast music, as I pick up the mess.
All while wishing terrible, horrible things upon Julien.