Chapter 15
The stress of what happened with Conrad and everything after—trying to get my life back after all of the chaos after leaving the Shaw estate made my period come early.
Actually, it could be a damn list of reasons, but even I knew it was common that stress messed with a woman’s cycle.
That was fine. I didn’t care about a few days.
What I did care about was that the timing actually worked out for me for once. It was over when I was ready to move forward and really be touched—like touched. I wanted more than the sweet kisses and the three men I was involved with letting me cuddle with them.
I honestly needed more. I’d used a lot of magic and even a long soak hadn’t been enough to settle me. It probably was more working with trying to harvest using other people’s familiars with Wyatt.
And him. Him being so gentle with me and supportive. I’d lost focus several times and just wanted things I shouldn’t.
But harvesting and putting magic into vessels, using magic for work and sessions—it was a lot. Great magical exercise even. Mrs. Reid and Wyatt were impressed.
The soak just hadn’t been enough. So yeah, I didn’t want to do homework or worry about midterms for the study date I had with Sergey.
Not unless it was biology.
I was waiting for him when it was time, against the far wall of my room so no matter how far he opened the door, no one else in the hall could see me. I was in the corner now, so it was more like ducking in because of where the door was placed.
“Come in, it’s unlocked,” I said when he knocked. I kept brushing my hair and acting like nothing was off.
He did with a smile and glanced around for me, doing a double take and tripping over his feet when his eyes landed on me. His bag slipped off his shoulder when he recovered but then froze simply staring at me.
Staring over my naked body as I brushed out my long blonde hair.
“Foxy?”
“Yeah?” I smiled at him. “Should you maybe close the door?”
He flinched and hurried to do it, locking it behind him and apologizing.
I gave a half shrug, finding his reaction endearing. “Mind if we don’t jump right into studying?”
“Fuck school,” he growled, tossing his bag by the desk and making his way over to me.
“Wait,” I instructed, thrilled when he immediately froze. I licked my lips and met his gaze. “Someone suggested if I was going to be with—if I was going to really try being with more than one man when I always feel…”
I didn’t feel as confident in the speech I’d thought of in the tub as I had minutes ago. But Sergey was amazing as always, understanding filled his eyes.
“You were doing your own homework into what you want to try and what you might like? Is that what you’re telling me, foxy?” He smiled when I nodded. “Tell me. Please. I want to know. I loved looking up how to please you better and ways we could explore. You know I did.”
“Which was why I knew I could come to you with this,” I told him honestly.
I finished my hair and set down the brush before walking over to him and giving him a soft kiss.
“It’s kind of embarrassing, but she looked so into it.
I mean, I know it was porn, but I got wet at the idea of doing this with you after you did that research for me. Like it seemed—”
“Tell me,” he begged but also growled which made me shiver.
“I might not like it,” I warned him, glad when he nodded. “Sit on the edge of the bed and leave room for me between your legs.”
He went to do it but then hesitated. “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to push you. We can—”
“I feel ready. I want to try, but I might need—”
“We can stop at any time. Always. Even—no matter what, Bev.”
“Thanks, my sexy Russian,” I whispered, flushing when he chuckled deeply. I’d used that a few times on him when he’d been extra sweet with me like this and we were alone.
And clearly, he liked it.
He sat and I walked over to him, but he pulled out his phone which made my flinched. He didn’t think I’d let him take pictures, right?
No, he made a call!
I didn’t understand until he turned it around and I saw it was to Winter and he’d put it on speaker.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“No good?” he worried. “You said the phone sex with him was—”
“What’s good, man?” Winter answered, sounding distracted.
“Um, here with Bev and might have just messed up,” he admitted.
Except I was into the idea… Like really into it. I cleared my throat. “Are you alone, Sir Winter?”
There was a pause. “No, but I could be. Should I be?”
“If you want.” I looked at Sergey. “You wanted him to listen in on what we’re going to do right? I mean that was the plan?”
“Yeah, I mean… We gotta—well, we don’t have to include each other, but this is something new for you and I’d want to share it, so if he’s not—”
“Shit, yes, yes,” Winter groaned. “Fuck, just let me be a fly in the room, little sexy. I won’t join in and overwhelm you. Especially not after what you went through. Just—phone is okay too.”
I thought about it a moment. “I don’t think I’m ready for two here yet. Can he like narrate? Is that stupid?”
“No,” both men said immediately.
Done. Winter had been at the library, quickly collecting his belongings and circling back to his room. He let us know and made a big deal about proceeding which broke the nerves we were feeling.
At least mine.
Sergey set the phone down on speaker and gave me a hopeful look like he was worried if I was still in the mood. I was. I really, really was.
So I went with the plan, stepping closer and turning around… To present my ass to his face.
“Oh, fuck. Like fuck, foxy,” he groaned. “Can I touch?”
“What’s happening?” Winter demanded.
“I just bent over in his face while he’s sitting,” I blurted. “I saw it in a video and wanted to try it. The guy ate her out like this and then she rode him. It looked amazing and given—it seemed safe to jump back in.”
“Fuck, that’s hot, Lady Bevin,” Winter murmured. “Really hot.”
“Ummm, she really liked that,” Sergey snitched. “Legit her pussy just—I think I just saw her pussy twitch.” He chuckled when I reached back and smacked him. “Right, sorry, no narrating secrets, only dirty. Got it.”
I gasped as his fingers moved through my wetness, trying to tell Winter what was happening but honestly not sure if I made sense. A few flicks on my clit with his rough fingers while his hand moved over my ass and I came.
Not a big one, but I did. I finished just like that.
“You really needed that, foxy,” he commented, the question of what was going on implied.
“Later,” I whimpered, wanting more.
“Let me sit on the floor. I can do better with my mouth then.”
Yes, fine, whatever just… Whatever.
We moved and I rambled to Winter what Sergey did to me since I realized the flaw in him narrating while his mouth was busy.
Deliciously busy. He moaned as he ate me out, obviously into oral sex or at least when it was me. I came again a few moments later when he reached up and pinched my nipple while sucking on my clit and fingering me. I whimpered out his name and had to brace my hands on my knees to stay standing.
But halfway through, I couldn’t anymore and collapsed down, worried I would hurt him, but Sergey easily caught me.
“I need more, foxy,” he growled. “You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of my girl’s sweet pussy.”
I nodded, gasping for air and spreading my legs wide when he moved me onto the bed. He praised me and went right back to work. I moved my wrist in my mouth to bite as I screamed and came again, floored my body was behaving like this. It was like… Easy? Too fast?
Overwhelming for sure.
Two more times and I couldn’t anymore, closing my legs on his head to signal he needed to stop. He simply chuckled and stared up at me with amusement in his eyes.
“What next, foxy?” he teased me.
I licked my lips in between gasping for air. “I want a show. Why are you still dressed?” I flinched when the groan echoed, remembering Winter was on the phone too. I covered my face and swallowed a chuckle.
Sergey seemed to know where my head was but still stripped for me. It was slow enough for me to recover enough to use my body. I rolled to my feet and pushed him to sit on the bed before straddling his lap.
“Fuck, tell me my girl is going to ride me again and take me to heaven,” he said with a deep moan. “Tell me I’m that fucking lucky.”
“You are,” I whispered against his lips before diving in and lowering my body onto his cock. It was too much since he’d only been licking and playing but not putting fingers inside of me.
He fixed that. He lifted me off of him and threw me onto the bed, checking the change of plans was okay.
Yeah, I was more than in.
He got me ready and one more orgasm before moving over me. “Let me have you like this, Bev. Let me take care of you. Ride me later, but—let me—be mine again.”
I slowly nodded when I saw fear in his eyes, almost something haunted. Something clearly had happened that I didn’t understand. Was this about the speed bump we’d had about him handling things in my life without permission?
No, that was long settled.
This had to be another issue I didn’t understand.
Oh, Conrad. He… Was he scared I almost broke because of Conrad being the last straw? That probably made sense.
His lips were soft against mine. “Stay with me, foxy.”
“Always,” I whispered and wrapped my arms around his neck. I gasped as he pushed inside of me, nodding it was good and I was okay this time.
It was perfect. It was exactly what I needed.
I’d gotten my exciting out with trying oral sex that way and being naughty, but this was better.
This was intimate and the connection I’d needed after being hurt.
Sergey especially had been so patient with me starting fun or trying to get back to normal and then hitting the brakes.
No more hitting the brakes with him. I wanted this.
I wanted him.
I gasped as he thrust deeper inside of me, arching my back and pressing my breasts into his chest. “Sergey.”