Here Lives a Corpse: A Dark Bully Academy Romance (Here Lies Book 1)

by C. L. Matthews

  After he lets out his drag, smoke wafts in the night, and my gaze stays on his strong throat and how much I want to line it with my lips.

  “God, you’re making it really hard to behave, sweetheart.” Justice’s dark voice forces my attention to him. His dick imprints his jeans, pressing against the material aggressively. He grabs the weed from Pru and takes a hit, but his gaze never wavers from mine.

  We’re fully stopped at the top, and Just stands and comes toward me, crouching onto his knees. The little compartment we’re in shakes a bit, and my breathing catches. Heights have never made me falter, but it’s a little different when you’re in a metal box that could fall and kill us all.

  His fingers twiddle the blunt, he passes it back to me as his eyes glide up my body appreciatively.

  “Spread your thighs, Colt.”

  “Up here?” I swallow loudly, holding the stick between my two fingers while collectively holding my breath in anticipation.

  “Are you scared of getting caught with my face between your thighs, sweetheart?”

  I don’t nod because the idea itself excites me, even if fear is present, too.

  “Open.” This time when the single word comes out, it’s lustful and commanding.

  I widen my thighs, and his hands roam the apex of them to my hips, his face full of anticipation. My heartrate picks up. Pru is here. My eyes collide with molten coppery ones. Like his twin’s, they’re filled with excitement. He palms his dick through his pants, his face relaxed—high—but it’s not just from the weed.

  “Smoke, sweetheart. Relax for me while I tongue-fuck you.”

  As soon as my lips wrap around my joint, he’s flipping my skirt up, reaching forward for me. His tongue darts out, teasing my thighs. He traces slowly, taking his sweet time while I lay my head back, inhaling the ecstasy and waiting for him to give me a double dose.

  He nips at my panty-clad pussy before pulling them down my legs, and I groan, grinding toward his face, wanting him to take from me, to give me pleasure, and to enjoy every second while his twin watches.

  When I take a long drag, he flattens his tongue and laps at the wetness between my thighs. I let out a primal noise. He growls, flicking against my clit, and I cry out and place a hand in his dark hair, loving the softness.

  My moans get louder, and I can feel Pru stand before seeing him. He covers my mouth with his as his brother eats me alive, fifty feet above people. The weed all but forgotten, I feel my pleasure building.

  He laps at me as Pru takes every filthy whimper from my mouth. Justice’s finger enters me, causing me to bow up, silently screaming my pleasure as it builds.

  “Come for us, princess. Fall apart for us.”

  Just sucks on my clit once more, plunging a second finger inside me, curling it just right, and then I’m unraveling, crying out my release and moaning their names as if it’s a requirement.

  When Just sits up, his face is soaked, and the ravenous look in his eyes has me crossing my legs, needing friction, their cocks, anything...

  The wheel turns, and I press out my blunt, wanting to take them home.

  “Can we skip out?” The inner hussy inside me comes out to ask the question.

  Pru chuckles, but Just’s wet face tells me he’s on the same page.

  “Home so we can fuck,” Just demands.

  Before the door shuts behind us, Just lifts me, his fingers digging into my ass as if he can rip me in two just to fill me up. He sets me on his massive bed—their massive bed—and I drool as they shrug off their shirts. They come on either side of me, sandwiching me much like at the Ferris wheel.

  Pru kisses my neck, and Just caresses my jaw.

  “Want to watch a movie?” Justice asks.

  Right now, with them shirtless and my emotions high, watching TV is the last thing on my mind.

  I shake my head and grind back into Pru. When he lets out a husky groan, Justice’s eyes flame. Pru’s hand finds my hip and grips tightly. His fingers dig into my piercings, and I’m near combustion already.

  Justice cradles my jaw with both hands now, bringing our faces together. Earlier, I had the luxury of tasting Pru and letting him devour my mouth. Now as Justice does the same, I fall into it. His kiss is different. It’s more sensual, guided, almost like a lover who wants to peel back every layer as he brings you to completion.

  Then there’s Pru behind me, gyrating his thick erection across my ass, making my thighs clench with every rotation. Pru’s hand roves lower, cupping my heat.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  “Have you ever been shared, beautiful?”

  Shivers skate over me. The thought sending ripples of pleasure and anticipation over my skin.

  “No,” I whisper against Justice’s lips.

  He’s moving to my neck and sucking there.

  Liar. Jordan and Lux didn’t have me at the same time, though. They had me separately in the same room.

  “Do you want two cocks in you?” he husks, and his voice takes on the same deep tone it had this morning when they were shirtless.

  “Yes,” I confirm.

  It’s been a fantasy for ages—to be fucked by two guys as they both work together to bring me release. I never told the guys that because society seems to believe that being open and exploring with your sexuality makes you a slut.

  But women have wants and desires too.

  And that’s what I want.

  Both of them.

  At the same time.

  Pru bites the tendon that rests where my pulse races, and I moan loudly. That’s when Justice moves, and Pru flips me on my back, removing my skirt in a single beat. His eyes rove over the black lace boy shorts I’m sporting, and his eyes eat me up hungrily. He doesn’t meet my eyes for a moment as he greedily stares at my tattoos, and hopefully not my scars.

  “So fucking hot,” he rasps.

  Heat licks my face, and I can’t help the little grin that slips through.

  “He’s right,” Justice confirms.

  When my eyes meet his, I’m glad I’m sprawled out. If I were standing, he would have made me fall right to his feet in a puddle of heat.

  Justice leans over me, helping me up, and then starts removing my bra and long-sleeved crop top.

  Thinking of my arms being exposed scares me, and I stop him.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks immediately.

  “I, uh...” I stumble over the words and reasons in my head. “Can we just push it up?” I offer.

  My arms being exposed isn’t on my ever again list. Maybe that’s what scared off Ross. No. I shake my head. No, he kissed them in reverence. He doted on them as if they were beautiful and not ugly. Lux and Jordan didn’t pay them a single glance during our shared night, so maybe they’re unnoticeable to everyone else but me.

  He raises a pointed brow and concedes, sliding it up to my neck. Then his mouth is on my hip piercings, and his tongue is swirling around them like he’s been training for this his entire life.

  My gaze latches onto Just, and I notice him dropping his jeans. He’s bare underneath, and his cock springs forward jutting out proudly. I lick my lips, unable to not think of what he tastes like. As if he knows where my mind lingers, he comes closer.

  “Do those pouty lips want my cock?” he asks, and heat flames me when I nod. His face darkens. “I’m not soft and sweet, sweetheart. I like when you choke and cry around me.”

  I squeeze my legs at the imagery.

  Pru hisses. “Fuck, she’s hot for it, Just.” As Just lines his thick head against my lips, smearing that little bead of cum off his tip onto me like lipstick, Pru lifts my bra and lets out the most satisfied groan.

  Just’s eyes flick to his. What most people find alluring about my breasts isn’t their hefty size or their roundness, but the pierced rosy peaks in the center—this time with loops that are little crowns.

  “Jesus fuck,” Pru hisses.

  At the same time, Just says, “Open wide.”

  He enters my mouth, inch
by inch, and he’s so massive that I have to remind myself to relax or I’ll gag. Pru takes a nipple into his mouth while Just slowly thrusts in. When I’m bowing into Pru’s mouth and moaning around Just’s length, he starts going hard. I choke and gasp, all while tears flow freely.

  “That’s right, beautiful. Cry for me. Let me have those pretty tears.” Just rubs my jaw as he thrusts in.

  Then, Pru is lowering to my panties. His breath skates over the lace material, making me squirm. He doesn’t do anything but breathe heavily against me. I moan when he lays a rough closed-mouth kiss to me.

  “I have a feeling this pussy is going to taste like heaven, Colt. Are you going to cry for me?”

  I try nodding around Just’s length and fail.

  “She’s divine, Pru,” Justice confirms, his hips bucking toward me.

  Pru’s mouth wraps around my clit, on the outside of the mesh material, and I scream around Just, trying not to gag. Pru tongues the little metal piercing, but I can’t see his reaction as Just thrusts harder.

  He pulls out a moment later, and his mouth is on my throat, sucking, kissing, and nipping. His brother grinds his teeth over me and starts gliding his tongue over the material. I’m a mess of cries as they both work my body like their own personal instrument. I feel a pinch on my hips and hear a rip, realizing Pru destroyed my panties. For some reason, that only makes me hotter for him. How the hell did he possibly do that?

  Justice shoots up and goes to the night stand, grabbing two condoms and lube. I’ve never had anal sex before.

  “I-I’ve...” I stutter.

  “Never shared?” Pru asks at the same time as Justice asks, “Anal?”

  I’m laughing at how they can have two different questions while being so in sync elsewhere.

  “The second one,” I mutter, not wanting to say it.

  “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be gentle your first time.”

  First time.

  First time.

  Does that mean there will be a second?

  As if hearing my question, he smirks. “Usually, there isn’t, but Pru and I spoke while you napped, and we want to make an exception for you.”

  I all but moan at the idea. They stopped dating two years ago but want to be with me in some capacity.

  “We can’t,” I murmur, the sadness enveloping me. “School... Mel...”

  They groan.

  “No sister talk while we’re about to fuck you,” Pru hisses. “This time is only meant for our cocks and your pussy.”

  Nodding with a flaming face, I watch as they silently communicate.

  “We’ll visit. Make the long-distance thing work.”

  I bite my lip at the prospect, contemplating.

  “If that’s too much for you, let us know, and we’ll just enjoy these few days we have left.”

  Instead of speaking, I reach for Pru, since he’s nearest, and crush my lips against his. He’s holding my throat in the next moment and biting my lips as if it’ll convince me to agree.

  It just might.

  He flips me on top of him and slides me down his length. I’m whimpering at the way he stuffs me. He’s so big and thick. “I’m going to take this hot cunt of yours while Justice takes your ass. He’s much gentler.”

  I look at Justice while he licks his lips and wonder if this is the best idea. Lust clouds my brain and Pru thrusts up into me, making me cant my hips.

  “You’re meant to ride a cock, princess,” he growls before he flattens his palm on my stomach, gliding it slowly upward. When he reaches my nipples, he tugs and massages one after another as I writhe on top.

  Adjusting, Justice pushes me forward, guiding me so my ass is at his disposal. “We need to loosen you up,” he directs. “Don’t bust a nut too early, Pru.”

  Prudence rolls his eyes, and I laugh. He seems offended by the thought.

  Justice kneads my cheeks and begins spreading them wider. I moan when I feel his finger rubbing the pad of my hole. He’s gentle and teasing, making me practically wiggle for more. Then, I feel wetness and realize it’s not lube. It’s his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan.

  “Ah, shit,” Pru grunts. “Whatever you’re doing, bro, don’t stop. She’s gripping my cock like a fucking vise.”

  He thrusts up into me as his brother slides his tongue against my untouched flesh. Just’s tongue pushes through the ring, and I’m practically screaming.

  “Fuck,” Pru hisses. “Fuck, you’re tight and fucking drenched.”

  Pru brings his fingers to my clit and starts working me and playing with my piercing at the same time. After I’m a literal mess of wetness and moans, Justice starts pushing a finger in. When I tighten around him, he kisses my throat and bites my ear.

  “Relax, princess. Can’t fuck you gently if you’re gripping my finger this tightly.”

  I try to breathe, loosening up.

  He bites my shoulder. “That’s a good girl.”

  His tongue works magic against my skin, and his teeth mark me. I’m writhing on top of Pru, unable to help the way my body melts beneath their touch.

  After it gets smoother, he’s thrusting in tandem with his brother and I’m grinding for more friction. “Just like that, princess.”

  Then he’s adding another, and the pinch only lasts a second before I’m humping Pru, wanting more, to feel fuller.

  “She’s a slut for us,” Pru growls, holding my hips tightly.

  That word.

  It brings my thoughts to Lux, his name for me, his commands, and dirty talk. Somehow, he’s here in the room with me, watching while leaning against the wall. My clit throbs at the imagery.

  Pru’s fingers dig into my sensitive flesh. There will be marks there tomorrow, and the thought only makes me needier. My pussy pulsates with desperation, and my body feels like it’s on fire, ready to explode at any moment.

  When I’m adjusted enough, Justice replaces his fingers with his thick length, and I whimper at the pressure. Pru grabs at my clit, swirling the pad of his thumb against it. Tears rush down my cheeks at all the sensations, and Justice fully seats himself inside me.

  “Fucking hell,” he grunts. When he twists my head to take my mouth, my pussy gets wetter, beating like it’s ready to cry, too. “Told you that you’d cry for me, princess.”

  He starts moving behind me, and I can feel them both inside me. I’ve never felt fuller or more at ease. They work in tandem, and I’m literally a sobbing mess of moans and whimpers.

  “Fuck,” Pru grinds out, thumbing my nub. “You’re perfect, Colt, so fucking perfect. Your tight little body was made to take two cocks at once.”

  I cry out as my orgasm comes with several deliberate strokes. My body hums with so much fervor, I feel like I’m dreaming, but Pru doesn’t stop his ministrations. He pulls on my ring and pinches my clit, making me vibrate.

  “I want you to explode on my cock, beautiful. I want to feel your wet juices soak me, okay?”

  I nod as he works me, fucks me. Justice picks up his pace, and I’m practically ready to detonate.

  “I’m going to come,” Justice warns.

  Pru bucks upward, fucking me so hard I see stars. I clench, and then I’m squirting all over him. Justice grunts out and stills inside me. As soon as that happens, Pru bucks into me like he’ll never have me again. Justice pulls out, leaving me feeling empty. Prudence grips my tits, flipping us so he’s on top. He rams into me, and all I can do is hold on.

  “Squeeze me, baby.”

  And I do. I fucking clench while he ruts a few more times before he’s cursing my name in release.

  “So fucking hot,” he rasps, pulling out.

  Both guys pull off their condoms, tying them off, and then Justice is carrying me to the huge jet tub in their shared bathroom. He runs the water, and I smile.

  “You’re the best of both worlds,” I admit. “Fucks hard, cares harder.”

  Justice winks and brings our lips together. “Don’t go spreading rumors, Colt. Can’t
have the world knowing I have a weak spot for emo chicks who ride cocks like a champ.”

  I blush but can’t help the smile. “Think so?”

  “Oh, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure if I wanted to fuck again, I couldn’t. You know how to satisfy a guy.” He kisses me one more time before leaving. He comes back with a bottle of bubble bath and adds it in. “Now, relax. Your ass is bound to be hurting.”

  The throbbing makes itself aware at his words. I’m not sure what the hell just transpired, but I feel a twinge in my chest making itself known. Feelings shouldn’t grow this fast, yet here they are.

  Thirty-Four

  After they bathe me together, both of them stuffing themselves in the tub with me, I feel content. It’s sweet and kind and makes me wonder why the dicks at Arcadia still get to me since these two aren’t jerks like that. They massage me, clean me, and after they carry me out of the tub, I take a nap in both their arms. It isn’t until a yelling Mel wakes me up that I realize this vacation wasn’t about me. It was for her.

  I’m probably a shitty friend.

  “You’ve got to be fucking joking!” she hisses. It’s exacerbated anger.

  The sun shines through, and I know it’s the following day.

  Which means she was gone for over a day. With him. Images of her with Bridger infiltrate my cloudy mind, and I can’t give a single fuck. I’ll conduct the train all the way to Pettyville free of charge.

  That’s when it dawns on me. Being fucked, cuddled, and doted on by these two didn’t stop my jealousy. I still want Bridger.

  The guys don’t care. I can see their expression.

  “Not sure why you’re mad. You’re the one who ditched her to fuck some loser,” Just barks.

  He’s not a loser.

  Just a sociopath.

  She growls and marches to the bed. “She’s my best friend, not your fuck toy experiment.”

  “Mel,” I chide. “It’s okay. It was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again.”

  “You’re right. It won’t. We’re leaving.”

  My eyes widen. Shit. She must be pissed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

  “Stop. I get it. They’re hot, and you were lonely. It happens.” She glares at them. “But you two know the rules. My friends are off-limits. Find someone else.”