by B N Miles
He pulled his other boot off and it thumped to the floor. He froze and glanced at Drina, but her eyes were still closed and her breathing even.
Suddenly, Mattie had him by the belt buckle.
She yanked him to her and he stood there dumbly while she made quick work of his trousers. Mattie pulled them down, underclothes and all, with one swift yank and they pooled at his feet, restricting his movements as Mattie slid his length past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth.
He took a deep breath and held it so he didn't make any noise when she began to slide him in and out, bathing every inch of him with the bold strokes of her tongue. Sam bit his lip and a familiar and long-awaited heat, a pressure like a spring, whirled in his stomach and poured to his groin. The pressure stayed there and second by agonizing second, it got bigger.
He'd waited so long for this moment. The cavern of Mattie's mouth tightened unexpectedly and all it took was a few long, languid drags, and he came apart. The balloon in his hips crashed down, then it shot out. He buried his fingers in her hair, holding tight and anchoring himself so he didn't cram himself down her throat, but she pushed and pulled his hips anyway, goading him to bury himself a little more.
He didn't come down from the euphoric high, though. She kept going, making his world go blurry and his hips flinch away from her. Mattie was either unaware of how sensitive he was, or she was using their need for silence to her advantage because she didn't let him pop out of her mouth until he was whispering rapidly, 'too much.'
She let him go and Sam's body sagged in relief.
Mattie caught his eyes and smirked as she licked her lips. She cocked an eyebrow and crawled back to the head of the bed, her narrow hips swinging back and forth. The soft blue moon cast shadows on the backs of her thighs, but when she slid onto her back and opened her legs, her dampness glinted and he was ready to go again, ready to finally feel what it was like to be with the girl he loved.
She watched him undress, and he had to fight off the urge to hurry and get under the blankets. The last thing he wanted was for her to notice his sharp hipbones, his visible ribs, but when her eyes roved over him, all he could see was desire, making him forget all about how he looked to her.
He knew how she saw him, it was clear in the way her gaze devoured him as if she would starve otherwise.
Sam slipped into her bed and joined her against the pillow. He kissed her, hard, and she gave it back two-fold. He massaged her center with his tip and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her in one swift movement, holding him tightly as if she never wanted him to come back out of her again.
He started slow. Or, he tried to, conscientious of the squeaks of the bed and Mattie's lack of care for controlling the sound when she was in the midst of taking her fill. She held him flush against her and rocked softly, whispering for him to drill her into the bed.
He held back.
But when she kissed him and whispered that she wanted to come undone while he was still to the hilt between her legs, his control flew out the window. Sam thrust his hips until she was panting and arching against him, fluttering around him. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry.
Sam pushed and rocked into her, his hips sputtering to a stop when he could no longer hold back.
It was hours later, he didn't know how long, but his body was spent and Mattie had finished double his count, maybe more. It was hard to tell when every new angle made her suck in her breath and shudder.
They lay on their sides, his length soft and resting inside of the shallows of Mattie's core. Sam absently stroked her arm, and Mattie's petite foot ran up and down his calf. He might have fallen asleep in short order, a smile still plastered to his face.
But then Drina's bed squeaked and Sam's eyes flew to the other girl, who was sitting up in her bed.
Sam blinked at her, his once relaxed nerves jumping into survival mode. He sheepishly reached for the blanket, crushed to the wall, and threw it over his and Mattie's joined bodies.
Please don't make a scene.
She liked Mattie, he could clearly tell that from her behavior. The question was how she was going to express her jealousy.
Drina tucked a black curl behind her ear and looked at the two of them for a drawn out, suspended moment, her eyes darting back and forth.
She didn't look as troubled as she had all week, but maybe that was because of how surprised she was to see the two of them naked and sweating right in front of her. He could feel the tension in Mattie's body and he rubbed soothing circles into her upper arms. However Drina reacted, he'd deal with it, he never let things get out of hand before, and now would be no different.
Drina stood slowly, her long shirt covering the very tops of her thighs while everything below was bare. He'd never seen her legs before, he'd never seen most girls bare above the knees, but he could see the graceful muscles woven into her soft curves and he understood immediately how she could so easily outdo him in physical fitness runs.
She took a step toward the bed and Sam wound his arms protectively around Mattie. Drina hesitated, opening her mouth, closing it, looking at the door, then back at them.
"I'm sorry," Mattie finally whispered. "We tried to be quiet."
Drina bit her lip and seemed to be chewing on it in thought. Whatever she was thinking, she made her decision, and Sam watched cautiously as she sank to her knees, grasping the edge of the mattress. She reached out slowly, her fingers resting on the side of Mattie's face almost curiously, like she'd discovered something novel.
Mattie didn't move. Neither did Sam, but his intrigue was quickly rising.
Drina leaned in and kissed Mattie. It was quick, almost chaste. She pulled away just as quickly and looked at Mattie, then she looked at Sam and his length stirred to life, still buried in the tight warmth of his girlfriend.
Drina leaned in again, this time her movements more assured. Her mouth met Mattie's and to Sam's surprise, Mattie threw the blankets off and gripped the darker girl by her thick hair, pressing into her.
Their tongues flashed between their lips, and what started off as a soft kiss quickly evolved into something hard and eager. Mattie tugged Drina's hair and the other girl broke the kiss long enough to climb on the bed and slide between Sam and the wall, sandwiching him right in the middle of the two of them. Drina spooned herself against his back and his breath hitched, his suspense building and his imagination running wild.
Drina grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her as she leaned over him. Her nostrils flared and the Drina he first met was long gone. She held his gaze when she lowered her lips to his, and he was trapped in the almost-black grip of her stare.
"I don't think either of you know what you're getting yourselves into," she whispered, her lips tickling his, hovering closely.
A hand slid across his hips and she suddenly had one arm wrapped around both of them. Mattie jerked and gasped, and he didn't know what Drina was doing with her hands until her fingers glided along what little of his length wasn't deep inside of Mattie.
"I want both of you. Equally. Very badly." She did something with her fingers, found a pressure point that Sam didn't realize he had, and stroked him from the seam to Mattie's entrance, making both of them jolt.
"And if you invite me to your bed—" Sam hissed when Drina yanked him out of his girlfriend, exposing him to the chilly air.
"Then you need to understand that I will come to your bed more than once."
Her little hand wrapped around his girth and she buried him snugly between Mattie's thighs, circling the crown of his length and pumping him in turns. She pressed him tight to Mattie's entrance and made him grind against her wet opening.
"And you need to understand that I'm not a third wheel. I will give you everything, I will never trade you in or sell you out. I will protect you and make you happy. I expect the same from you. Deal?"
Sam panted against Drina's full lips, thrusting desperately into her palm as Mattie squeezed her thighs around him. She wa
s making it hard to concentrate when all he could think about was flipping her over and spreading her wide open.
"Yes!" Mattie squeaked when Drina brushed along both of them.
"Good." She smirked and her eyes stayed glued to Sam's. He felt as though blinking would be the death of him.
"Mattie said yes, Sam," she cooed, nudging his tip against Mattie's opening, dragging it along her damp slit until his hips jolted mindlessly into whatever wanted to drain him of everything he had.
"What about you?" She whispered.
He didn't even have to think about it.
"Yes," he said. Her answering smile hovered somewhere between happy and malicious, like she would suck his soul from his chest and ride him until he died from her savagery.
"Good," she purred. "Now let's see how many ways I can fold the two of you."
10
Sam woke up much differently than usual. Usually, he wasn't so warm. Usually, he didn't have people in his bed. Usually, he didn't have his rod cuddled into somebody's palm, much less two somebodies.
He opened his eyes slowly and took stock of the daylit room. Drina's leg was thrown over his thighs, Mattie's face was buried in his chest. The blanket was somewhere on the floor, the sheets barely hanging onto the mattress. They were both loosely cupping his quickly growing length.
The room smelled like sex. There was no other way to explain the specific blend of scents that hung in the air. Mattie's thighs were littered with Drina-shaped bite marks. Sam's entire body was sticky, and it wasn't just sweat covering him.
Funny thing was, Drina still had her clothes on.
Sam stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know what in the twelve layers of hell happened last night with the two of them. He didn't know how or why Mattie had let Drina into bed with them, nor did he know how or why Drina came to them to begin with.
Most people would have just faced the wall and ignored them.
But Drina didn't. She wanted them, she said, both. While he might have been prone to doubting her before, thinking that maybe she was trying to get into bed to steal Mattie away, he couldn't honestly believe that now if he tried.
No woman would have done what she did to him last night if she didn't want him. At one point, Mattie had tapped out for a break from Drina's attention, and so she whirled her complete focus onto him. He found out quickly that the center of her focus was a dangerous place to be.
She didn't let him finish for a long time, but that didn't mean she didn't shove him toward the finish line over and over again until he was shaking like a leaf, his breath coming out ragged and irregular. Spirits, she had a filthy mouth on her to boot. Every time he was set to burst, she would stop what she was doing and touch him everywhere else but where he needed it, telling him all of the things she wanted to do to him, all of the ways she was going to have him.
Mattie enjoyed the show. Very much. He was almost scared that she would get ideas and the two of them would gang up on him. He didn't know if he could handle that quite yet.
His girlfriend stirred—well, were they both his girlfriends now, or just Mattie? Wait, he hadn't even asked her yet . . . but he would. As soon as he had a shower.
He found a pair of big blue eyes staring up at him and he smiled.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," Mattie whispered, settling into his side and flicking her eyes toward Drina. Her thick black hair had been tied back with a leather thong last night, but most of it was loose and wild now.
"How do you feel?" Mattie whispered.
"Better than great. You?"
"Sore. Happy."
Sam's answering smile was quick and he kissed her. She let go of his length and he held back a disappointed huff. He'd been hoping to go again. Oh well.
"Do you think she'll still feel the same as she did last night?" He whispered, his eyes darting meaningfully to the still-sleeping woman.
"Definitely," Mattie said. "I know I do. Do you?"
"Yeah."
He studied her freckled face for a sign, a hint that she wasn't okay with what happened. He could read Mattie like a map, even when she was hiding something. He expected to find jealousy there, maybe embarrassment, maybe regret, but all he saw was sunshine and joy.
"She made me a bet, you know," Mattie whispered, huffing out a laugh. "She bet she could bed you before me."
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head softly. "She made the same bet with me, too."
"That cheat." Mattie wrinkled her nose and playfully glared at Drina, still peacefully sleeping.
"What did you get for winning?" Sam asked.
"She had to do whatever I said for a day. You?"
"I never decided."
Sam's brain quickly supplied him with all of the creative ways he could pay her back for torturing him all night.
"Well, no time like the present."
"Aw, Sam. Let her sleep."
"No way," he nudged Drina and she made a pouty little noise before grunting and flipping on her other side, giving them her back.
"Wake up Drina. We want breakfast in bed and you lost the bet."
"Nooo," she whined. Sam considered her for a moment before he pinched her backside and made her squeak.
Surprisingly, he didn't feel exhausted that day. Sure, he only got three hours of sleep, but he felt great. Drina wasn't dragging either, and just like that, she was her chipper self again. Sam and Mattie figured she'd talk about it when she was ready, but for now, Sam was content to just bask in the day and laugh with Drina as they watched Mattie try and sit down normally. Drina thought the two of them could make Mattie walk bowlegged next time, and he reminded her to be careful, because what she gave Mattie, she would get ten times back.
That made her go red as a tomato and he had to wonder what she was hiding.
The day ended amazingly. The three of them had been content to hang out with Fletch and Rosin in the common room. Sam poured over a tome on shadow magic while the others chatted about whatever flitted into their heads.
He found something in the shadow tome. Something he couldn't quite understand about a doppelganger spell. The theory behind it was complex enough to require a mathematical formula, but the gist was simple enough—it was a copycat spell, though whether the copy was illusionary or not was up in the air.
He might have spent the rest of the night pouring over it, but he couldn't. Now, in the dead of night, it was time to get down to business.
Sam had been crouching in the shadows of the bushes for damn near an hour, waiting for Delcan to hurry up and leave for one of his nightly parties. He'd been in the shower for what seemed like eons, and once he was out, Sam slapped his forehead and dragged his palms down his face because the blonde was taking his sweet time getting ready.
It didn't surprise him that Delcan walked around his dorm naked for an inordinately long time. After all, he was literally the only one bunking in it. His parents must have paid a pretty penny to get him his own room, and Sam could suddenly understand why it was necessary. What surprised him was the strange things Delcan did whilst naked.
He fixed his hair, over and over again, moving the same artfully placed wave from the front of his brow to the top of his head. Once he decided on which place was perfect for his blonde lock, he stood in front of the mirror and made faces. He smiled, grinned, smirked, frowned, sneered, snarled, and everything in between. Then he slapped his cheek. He slapped his other cheek. He did it a few more times until his flesh was red beneath his perfectly sculpted five-o-clock shadow.
Sam was long past uncomfortable by that point and had the urge to call everything off because he did not sign up for watching Delcan in such a private moment. Whatever issues the blonde had, they were obviously deep enough that they came out when he looked at his reflection. Delcan might have been a piece of work who deserved a taste of his own medicine, but even he deserved some form of privacy.
Luckily, the blonde finally threw on some clothes, blew out his candles, and left before Sam lost hi
s nerve.
Sam counted three hundred seconds to make sure Delcan didn't return for anything, then he moved. He wrapped his shadows around him like a heavy coat and dashed the short distance between the bush and Delcan's window. The open grassy area to either side of him was little more than a narrow alley of greenery. The sea was directly behind him—the sheer drop into the water was only a short, leisurely stroll from where Sam was.
He grabbed the lip of Delcan's window and slowly stood from his crouch. There was a tiny space between the two glass panes, and a hook on the other side kept them shut tight. Sam reached into his old, patchy utility pouch strapped to the back of his belt and grabbed the end of his curved lockpick.
There was a noise and without hesitating, Sam dropped back into a crouch and rolled back to the shadow of the bushes. For a moment, he thought it was an animal; instead, a long human shadow stretched past the corner of the building.
The only function this area served was separating the campus from the open water. Nobody would be socializing, fetching something, or using the slim lawn to get from one point to another. The only reason anybody would be lurking about was because, like Sam, they were up to no good.
There were two types of 'no good': mischief, and malice. Sam was in the business of mischief tonight, relatively harmless save for causing a bit of irritation and wounded pride. He wondered which one his fellow was engaged in.
The figure emerged into the open air, wrapped from head to toe in a tight black outfit. It was clearly a man by his shape: slim torso, no breasts, narrow hips. He had a mask on that completely obscured his face, though it had to be thin enough for him to see through. The man looked from one side to the other, completely passing over Sam.
The first thing Sam thought was 'Apelles.' The moody spymaster had the same build, the same carriage as this man, and Sam didn't like the man to begin with. There was something so off about Apelles...now maybe Sam knew why. Still, it would do no good to settle on the stranger's identity so quickly. There were, after all, many tall and gangly men in the school.