Chapter 22
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Lucas
It was hard to stay angry when June looked at me that way.
It was like she knew just how to twist me around her little finger and I felt every bit the fool as I let her lead me to whatever Ronan had planned. I wasn’t sure at all if this was something that I even wanted to do.
I’d never entertained the idea of sharing a woman I was interested in. When she’d initially told me, I’d balked. The thought of having to split her attention between me and not just one but two other men inspired an anger in me that I didn’t think was healthy or rational.
But what about any of this had been rational at all?
I’d had sex with my student three times. That was three chances I’d had to be rational and I’d failed every single one. There was nothing rational or healthy about the way I wanted June, and that foolishness was the only reason I could muster to try and understand why I was following her right now.
I was a fool for her.
Her hand squeezed mine and she looked at me over her shoulder, a coy almost shy smile on her lips.
Fuck it, I really was a fool.
We finally reached the room Ronan told us about and judging by the dense, textured walls, he was right about it being soundproof. I closed the door behind us as the last one inside.
Ronan didn’t waste any time, immediately pulling June into an embrace where he buried his face in her neck.
She closed her eyes, a soft sound escaping her that ramped up my anxiety.
The strongest initial instinct I had to contend with was to tear Ronan from her and punch him right in that smug face of his.
But I restrained myself, remembering that I told her I would try.
I was nothing if not a man of my word, especially when it was given to someone I cared about.
June’s green eyes fluttered open and she reached out for me. I moved closer, my movement as staggered and uncertain as my mind. She grabbed onto me and pulled me to her, dragging me down for a kiss.
She tasted of champagne. I wrapped a hand in her hair, tilting my head to the side as I tried to get more of it. But then he shifted and dragged a hand across her waist, reminding me swiftly that he was still even there. I moved away again. June blinked in muted hurt.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and the concern in her voice was so sweet that it caused an ache in my chest.
“Yeah,” I said. I took another step back.
“He’s lying,” Ronan announced, his mouth still on her neck even as he watched me. I scowled at him. “I know when he’s hiding something. I think Blackwell feels a little left out.” His hand cupped one of her breasts and June’s mouth popped open in surprised pleasure.
I ground my jaw. There were too many thoughts going through my head right now. I didn’t know what to make of any of them. Watching them, the jealousy I felt was crushing. It should’ve been my hands on her body, my mouth on her skin, my touch that coaxed those soft sounds from her lips.
It felt wrong and I didn’t know if I was going to be able to do this.
Ronan suddenly stopped, though he kept his arms around June. He sighed in long-suffering. “Lucas, you know that between you and Oren, he was the one I’d least expected to take this risk. But when it came to the idea of sharing June, I knew that you’d be far more obstinate.”
“I am not obstinate,” I said tersely, which only seemed to prove his point as he laughed.
“It might feel strange to you. But once we got over that initial little hurdle, trust me when I say that there’s nothing better than experiencing June when she falls apart in your hands. You’ve felt it before… imagine it doubled.”
That gave me pause. I looked at June. Her brow was furrowed and I longed to smooth it out with my fingers.
But then Ronan turned her face to his and kissed her.
June’s whole body came alive, her arms twining around his neck as she pressed into him.
I wondered vaguely if this is what it looked like when she and I were being intimate.
It was an entirely different experience to see her desire and lust being directed at someone else when I’d only been used to being on the receiving end of it.
Waves of anger and jealousy cascaded through me at the sight of their hands exploring each other’s body through the layers of clothing.
There was a familiarity there, a comfort almost and the thought of that struck me with a sense of bitterness.
But—and this was the part that was truly puzzling—all of the heat that burned behind those feelings was emblazoned by something else.
Something deeper and hungrier and strong enough to push me one step closer as I watched them.
Ronan’s hands had slipped into the waistband of her pants.
He was undressing her right in front of me.
Our friendship had always been marked by banter and lighthearted rivalry.
There’d never been anything malicious in our verbal sparring, but now, watching him with her, what I was feeling was anything but light.
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” Ronan said breezily, biting down on her ear.
June let out a sound that snapped something in me.
I’d heard that sound before. It was mine to draw out of her, not his.
But June… her eyes were heavy-lidded as she pulled away from him to look at me.
He slipped his hand down the front of her pants and whatever he did suddenly had her eyes rolling to the back of her skull.
The pleasure on her face and written in her body language threaded through my furious envy with the expertise of a seamstress.
The final tug was the breathy way she moaned my name, calling me to join them.
A low groan stole from somewhere deep inside of me.
She’d called my name, not Ronan’s. I was well enough aware of June’s intelligence to know that she’d done that on purpose, and evidently so did Ronan.
He raised an eyebrow. “How cruel of you. My hands are on your body and yet your mind is focused on him.”
A brief thought occurred to me that he was also doing this on purpose.
He knew how to get me riled up and set to play.
But I wasn’t even paying attention to Ronan anymore.
I closed the distance between myself and them, my body moving of its own accord.
I kissed her again, this time more feverishly than I had ever before.
I didn’t care that she also wanted Oren and Ronan.
I didn’t care that she’d had sex with them and that they’d also tasted her this way.
I only cared that it was my turn to stake my claim, to remind her that I’d been here first. June met me in that heat, her tongue snaking out to lick my bottom lip.
As our kiss deepened, she reached for my clothes, eagerly stripping me down.
That reminder that she truly wanted me only fed my own desire, brought my cock to half-mast. This time, when Ronan’s hands started roving across her body, I didn’t draw back.
Instead, I began to touch her in the gaps between.
Her body became a painting, with two pairs of hands eagerly trying to explore the canvas.
I pressed my lips against whatever skin he left unoccupied, and the constant stimulation catapulted June into overdrive. Her hands clawed at us both, her breathing deep and ragged. Somewhere in the chaos, we all managed to shed the last of our clothing.
And instead of simply receiving everything we were giving her, June gave it back tenfold.
Gone was the timid girl who was shy to answer questions and be noticed in class.
Here she took the spotlight with a confidence that left me struck.
She commanded our attention with every kiss, used her hands and body to press back against us, claiming us both even as we silently competed to claim her.
“I want you both right now,” she whispered, one hand on the back of my neck and the other on Ronan’s chest. He looked at me.
“Is that okay with you?” he asked.
Was that okay with me? I was harder than I’d ever been before.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice rough.
The smile on June’s face, a mix of raw lust and fondness, made my heart clench.
“I hear you have a penchant for eating her out, Lucas,” Ronan said, taking her chin in his hand as he began to kiss the side of her neck. “Did you know that she likes to have her ass eaten, too?”
I paused, processing what I just heard. The throb in my dick seemed to have established a conclusion before my mind could. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
“Really?” I asked, a sudden craving to double her pleasure striking me like lightning. I kissed the other side of her neck, closing my eyes as the sounds she’d been making only grew louder. I felt her hand grip my hair, the spikes of pain as she tugged, amplifying my arousal.
“Hmm,” Ronan mumbled. “That little fun fact was discovered courtesy of Oren. I thought we could have a little experiment and see for ourselves which one she prefers.”
I knew where he was going with this. And I wanted it. The reality hit me like a gut punch. As though by some unspoken agreement, Ronan and I mirrored our kisses on her body— across her collarbones, down her chest, our lips and teeth savoring those beautiful tits.
And all the while June practically shivered with anticipation, small sighs and pants escaping her; sometimes my name, sometimes his.
A flash of jealousy returned but instead of making me want to punch Ronan, it made me want to outdo him.
And if his participation in June’s undoing would help get me there, then all the better for me.
I wanted to show the bastard up but I also wanted this; June dissolving in a pleasure I had yet to give her on my own.
The kind of pleasure that obliterated those lines she’d drawn around her own control.
I wanted her to build beyond them, then I wanted her to break.
I put my hands on her hips and oriented her body so that her back was facing Ronan.
He groaned in approval, trailing kisses down her back until he reached her ass.
I continued on my parallel path until I was right where I belonged, at home between those thighs that I could happily make my final resting place.
June’s legs nearly gave out from under her as we began to eat her out at the same, and we had to help hold her up.
She still had a hand on each of our heads, her hips sliding back and forth.
I groaned, aching to touch myself and find some relief.
But I had to keep my hands on her hips, hold her steady.
I had never heard June sound like this.
My eyes fluttered up to look at her and the sight made me salivate. Ronan was right. Anything I’d ever made her feel before didn’t compare to this. She rolled her hips against my face with abandon, more free and greedier than I’d ever experienced her before.
I didn’t realize I was moaning too. I sucked her clit into my mouth, working a finger inside of her pussy as Ronan continued rimming her ass. I could’ve closed my eyes and stayed there listening to her for the rest of the night but it seemed there were other plans still waiting for us.
“I need someone inside me,” June gasped, trapped between our mouths. Her body was wracked by small spasms of pleasure every time she tried to move one way or the other. “Please!”
“You need to come first,” Ronan said. He slapped her ass and she yelped, her hips impulsively driving forward and grinding into my face. I simply sucked harder, curling my finger inside of her and she practically screamed.
“Look at us being all simpatico, huh, Lucas?” Ronan chuckled. I couldn’t even respond. I was too focused on what I was doing, addicted to the taste of her. “That’s it.”
I wanted to throw a retort back at him but I couldn’t.
“Baby,” he continued, this time turning his attention back to June as he kneaded her ass cheek. “We need you to come for us first before either of us are inside you. Can you do that for us?”
A thrill went through me. June nodded, desperately, her eyes pinching shut. I could see Ronan leaning up to kiss her lower back.