Chapter 30
Charlotte
A fun fact about the Lexington library is that it never closes.
The college believes it encourages us to study on any day of the year, including holidays.
All you had to do was scan your ID card at the turnstile at the entrance and have signed the liability waiver at enrollment.
On a normal day, this place would be packed with people.
People at the tables, at the computers, doing group work in the booths where we could talk loudly, and browsing the shelves looking for something.
On Thanksgiving night, though, there were no more than five people in the whole place. It was thinking about exactly that that, the moment we left the Gamma, I asked Logan and Ethan if they wouldn't be up for a little adventure. Since they said yes, here we are.
I go through the turnstile right behind my favorite pair and my spine shivers with excitement.
We have the decency to keep up appearances and start browsing among the hundreds of books.
As I run a finger over the spines, I feel comfortable like this is my second home.
I've loved reading since I was little and my mom gave me a book of fairy tales.
I went through the fantasy and dystopia phase, but in recent years I became addicted to romance novels.
Especially the dirty ones.
It wasn't something a lot of people knew besides Maddie, since I only brought a few favorite titles here whose cute covers didn't give away the indecent content. Since the poor things literally caught fire, along with my Kindle, all I had left was reading on the phone app.
I had a deal with myself: for every two hours studying for college stuff, I could allow myself the luxury of spending one hour reading about people falling in love and having wild sex.
And if there's one thing books taught me, it's that libraries can be a great place for an adventure.
I glance over my shoulder as I head up to the second floor.
The hungry looks from my boys as they follow me are absolutely addictive.
I go into an aisle already near the end of the floor and wait.
Logan is the first to reach me, holding me by the waist. He tries to kiss me, but I dodge and earn his confused look.
"Take my boots off," I demand quietly, and his face lights up again with a sideways smile. Ethan arrives just in time and watches him get on his knees with an eyebrow raised in interest.
Logan braces on one knee and rests my foot on his other thigh, only then sliding the zipper of the boot down slowly. When I'm free of the shoe and the sock, he bites my calf before doing the same with the other foot, keeping his mischief-filled eyes glued to mine.
I bite my lip, but before he gets to his feet, I run in the opposite direction. I laugh when the two of them curse quietly, but don't hesitate to chase me.
I take off the belt I'm wearing under the dress and leave it along the way too, without stopping walking, only starting to walk backward every now and then, just so I can watch their reactions. Especially because the next piece I get rid of is the dress.
When they see me in just white lace lingerie in the last aisle, my players seem to reach their limit and close the distance to me.
It's Logan who grabs me first again, but he spins me until he presses me against the strong body, and judging by the bulge pressing my butt, very turned on, of Ethan.
"You're a very shameless girl, Miss McCarthy," he states, squeezing my waist with both hands. I feel Ethan wind my hair around his wrist and pull my head back a little.
"She's a naughty little slut, teasing us and taking her clothes off in the middle of an academic setting," Ethan adds in the low, rough voice that gives me goosebumps. His fingers trace the elastic of my panties with torturous slowness.
"I wonder what people would think if they knew the prim little teacher's assistant only gets satisfied by two cocks, hmm?" the man in front of me says, starting to spread kisses all over my neck and shoulders. I gasp quietly and slide my hands under his shirt.
"Some would say I'm crazy, but a lot would be jealous," I shoot back, and they both laugh, their warm breaths hitting my skin. I stick out my tongue and give Logan's lips a quick lick, and he groans and finally kisses me.
It's desperate and raw. He takes me like a man dying of thirst who finally finds a big bottle of water. His hand holds my neck and moves my head at his own pleasure, not leaving any little corner of my mouth unexplored. It's so good it makes me burn inside.
When he finally releases me, we're both out of breath.
"I love watching you two, it's fucking exciting," Ethan admits, after biting my shoulder and moving a hand up to find my breast, which he squeezes hard. "It's like my private porn, but a thousand times better." I laugh and reach an arm back, pulling his straight dark hair.
"Since you're calling the shots today, tell us how you want to get fucked, kitten," Logan whispers, and I scratch his torso in return. I don't even need to think to decide.
"I want you to do whatever you want with me." And my answer is completely sincere. I trust my pleasure to them.
It's Logan's turn to bite his lip, like so many possibilities come to mind that he can't choose just one.
"Then start by sucking us. Get on your knees and show us the good little whore you are." Ethan takes the lead and my whole body shivers.
The two of them pull back and my body misses the contact immediately. I wet my lips and move to kneel, but Logan interrupts.
"Wait. Turn your back to me, hands behind you," he orders, and I look at him curiously before obeying. I hear him undo his belt and take it off, only to then wrap the leather around my wrists.
Wow.
This is exciting on a different level and I'm loving it.
I finally kneel between the two of them and lick my lips in anticipation, watching them lower their pants until their aroused members are exposed. Even their cocks were beautiful, you know? It wasn't fair to the rest of humanity.
Ethan holds my hair and I don't waste time: I lick his length from bottom to top, only then swallowing him as far as I can.
"Fucking perfect mouth, my little slut," he murmurs, without looking away from my eyes. I suck, lick, and force my wrists against the belt, dying to get free and touch them. Or touch myself, since I can feel my wetness beat the meager barrier of the lace panties and run down my legs.
I relax my jaw and let Ethan fuck my mouth for a few minutes.
Heavens, if someone caught us now, they'd get an especially depraved sight, because besides the blowjob, Logan is beside us, watching everything transfixed and stroking his own cock slowly.
I don't miss the moment Ethan's eyes shift from me to his friend, with so much desire it seems to hurt him.
Okay, maybe I'd have to give them a little push.
I stop what I'm doing for a moment and look at Logan.
"Are you going to wait your turn patiently, player?" I ask, licking my lips, and he smiles.
"I'm counting the seconds to have that little mouth around me, princess, but I'm also appreciating the fucking sight the two of you make," he admits, alternating between looking at me and at Ethan.
"If I can't touch you to help, why don't you let Ethan do it?" I throw the idea into the air, and they both raise their eyebrows.
"I... no... I don't think he wants to touch me," the blond stammers as he says it, and I turn my head to Ethan.
"Do you want to touch him, Tanny?" The player in question bites his lip and finally lets the expression of pure desire be directed at the man beside him.
"I do. If he wants it too," he admits, and Logan gasps. They exchange a long look, until finally Logan nods.
I watch, transfixed, as Ethan slides his big hand slowly down the other man's stomach, until he finally grabs his cock. Logan lets out a tortured moan of someone who's been exposed to too much arousal all at once. Ethan starts moving his hand up and down, but then asks.
"Suck him a little, Peach, so I can slide easier." I comply and dive my mouth onto Logan until I get his whole cock nice and lubricated. When I feel satisfied with the job, I go back to Ethan's cock.
No one could ever say I wasn't a dedicated girl.
Ethan takes over the touch again and I watch firsthand that friendship take on some very colorful shades.
Logan throws his head back and sometimes even has to cover his own mouth so he won't moan.
The other player isn't much different, alternating between commanding my mouth's movements through the tugs on my hair and letting himself be completely carried away by pleasure.
I feel him tremble when he's close to coming and I give him the mercy blow:
"Come in my mouth, Ethan Clarke," I ask quietly, sticking out my tongue. He hisses and it's his turn to have to cover his own lips as he explodes in my mouth. I savor it and take from him down to the last shudder.
He pulls me until I'm standing and assaults my mouth.
I moan into his tongue and love the sensation of depravity that the taste of his come mixed with our saliva caused in me.
At the same time as he leaves me breathless, Ethan undoes the belt around my wrists, and I celebrate by bringing my hands to his hair and stealing another kiss.
The dark-haired guy lifts me and sets me sitting on the support counter that all the shelves have.
I get excited, thinking about crossing my legs around his butt and rubbing myself against his erection, but then something surprising happens.
Ethan pulls Logan by the shirt and fits him between my legs, his back turned to me. He pulls the blond's top up and Logan lets himself be undressed. And then the blue-eyed player gets on his knees and lifts his eyes to us.
He handles Logan's cock while asking in a murmur:
"Can I?"
This time, Logan doesn't even blink before answering.
"Please." And it sounds almost like a whimper, which doubles in intensity when the other's mouth finally finds his member. I cover his lips with one hand and use the other to caress his abs and deliver the scratches I know he loves. He returns the favor by sinking his fingers into my thighs.
"Feels good, baby?" I ask quietly, unable to resist. Logan nods in confirmation quickly and I smile.
The view I had of all the action was better than any erotic novel I've ever read in my life.
Unable to hold back any longer, I let go of Loey's chest and slide my fingers between our bodies until I reach my pussy.
Fuck, soaked was an understatement for my state.
I circle my clit hard, knowing well I won't need much to come. Logan lets out a new whimper when he realizes what I'm doing and presses his bare back even harder against my breasts. Ethan shoots me a wink of approval, swallowing his friend's cock even deeper.
Without any control, I push two fingers inside myself and grind, keeping my thumb on my clit.
When Ethan sucks the blond's balls, he bites my hand and I rub my breasts against his skin. But it's when Logan grabs the other player's short hair that I know he's reached orgasm. I muffle his cry against my hand and my own by biting his shoulder, as the bolt of pleasure runs through me entirely.
I spend several seconds feeling the waves of the orgasm and savoring every one of them. Little by little, Logan also seems to come back to himself and I uncover his mouth, but he keeps leaning on me. Ethan stands, running his hands over his lips and smiling satisfied.
I see the urge to kiss Logan pass through his eyes, but he disguises it and just places a peck on his shoulder, followed by one on my lips.
"I have to admit this library idea of yours was especially incredible, Peach," the dark-haired guy compliments, and I laugh quietly.
"Yeah. Fuck. I don't know if anything's going to top it," Loey adds, and I give him a light little bite on the nape.
"Oh, don't worry, I still have plenty of ideas taken from books that we can test."
"Oh my God. I always knew you'd be the naughtiest of the three of us," Logan exclaims, and we all laugh.
Inside, I think about how much I'd shock them if I showed them some of the things I read.
Maybe I'd test that another time.