by Sadie Moss
Dmitri and Roman both look contrite. “We didn’t mean to,” my dark-haired professor says, getting up and walking over to me. He pulls me into his arms and I cling to him, wondering what the two of them are doing here. Was he helping Dmitri with some school assignment?
“Kendal told us you ran into your father,” Dmitri says from behind him. “She thought you might need someone after you talked to him.”
I feel a rush of gratitude toward Kendal. She didn’t have to go out of her way like that. Roman tightens his hold on me for a second, kissing the top of my head, and then releases me. Dmitri pulls me in next, hugging me with all of his usual intensity, bone-crushingly tight.
“What’s wrong?” Roman asks.
“What did he say?” Dmitri’s voice is a growl and I have every certainty that he’d damn well march across campus and kick my dad’s ass right now if I asked him to.
I pull away, out of his comfortingly tight hug. My stomach is twisting again, the feeling growing worse and worse as I replay the whole thing in my head.
“It’s not what he said. I mean, sure, he acted like nothing was wrong, like we can still be a happy family, whoop-de-doo. But I’m just… I’ve been so goddamn angry at him for so long. Why the fuck didn’t I do anything? Why didn’t I—I don’t know—kick him in the nuts?” I sit down on Dmitri’s bed, still in just my towel. “I always told myself I’d give him a piece of my damn mind when I met him, if I ever met him again, and the opportunity came, and I just… went along with him.”
Both men watch me with dark, serious gazes as I run my fingers through my damp hair, shaking my head.
“He got under my skin and I—I don’t know. I guess I was hoping for an apology? Not an explanation, I damn well know there isn’t one, but something… something more than just acting like he’s cared about us all this time when he clearly hasn’t. I promised myself I wasn’t ever going to be, y’know, one of those girls with daddy issues, or any of that stupid cliché shit, and now here I am, still kind of wanting him to love me and still letting him get under my skin.”
The room is silent for a long moment, and I chew on my lip, fighting back the frustrated, angry tears that try to well in my eyes. I’m mad at my dad. I’m mad at myself. I feel lost and untethered.
Then Roman sits down next to me on the bed. “If I recall correctly, we had a deal about you going easier on yourself.”
The corner of my mouth tilts up, and I huff a breath. “That was during the Trials.”
“I don’t remember setting an expiration date.” Roman’s voice is deep and serious, with a hint of something else that sends a flush of heat over my skin.
Dmitri sits down on my other side. “I mean, if you need the reminder…” His hand lands on my knee, his palm warm and slightly calloused. “We did say we’d revisit the conversation we had in that classroom.”
God, I remember that vividly. The two men sandwiched me between them and teased me, worked me up, made me feel helpless in the best kind of way.
I know exactly what they’re doing right now, trying to relax me and distract me a bit, get me out of my own head, and maybe we should talk about what happened with my dad a bit more, but also… I’ve been fantasizing about being with the two of them at once ever since that day in the classroom.
And I really, really want to make that fantasy a reality.
Dmitri’s hand slides up my leg, drifting underneath my towel, and I shiver.
“Why don’t we remind you how amazing you are? Why you deserve to take care of yourself,” Roman murmurs as Dmitri locks eyes with me. There’s so much heat in his gaze I feel like I could combust from it.
Roman turns me so that he’s behind me, my back to his chest. Then he reaches down and slowly spreads my legs, opening me up like a gift for Dmitri. I’m completely naked beneath the towel, and even though it reached my upper thighs when I was standing up, I know he can see beneath it as Roman’s strong hands grip my thighs.
His eyes darken, and the look on his face makes heat pool in my belly.
Oh, holy God, fuck, yes.
I whimper, and the sound draws Dmitri’s attention away from my pussy. He licks his lips, moving toward me on the bed, crouching between my spread legs. I make another low sound as he reaches up and undoes my towel, my pulse and breath picking up as I try not to squirm with anticipation.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze trailing down my body. I bite my lip. I want him to touch me, with his hands and his mouth, and I squirm, held still, pinned by Roman’s hands. “You’re gorgeous, Princess. Inside and out.”
“Okay, that was pretty cheesy.” I laugh, but the sound is breathy. His words hit me right in the heart, and somehow, the feeling trickles down to my clit, making sweet energy buzz through my entire body.
“But it worked, didn’t it?” Dmitri chuckles. “And it’s true.”
Roman kisses slowly up my neck. “It’s your father’s loss, not having you in his life. You didn’t fail. He hurt you, and you’re allowed to feel hurt. It doesn’t mean he won. You have plenty of other people who care about you. Cam, Asher, Maddy, Kendal… us…”
He spreads my legs farther and Dmitri licks his lips, clear intent in his gaze as he bends his head down.
Oh, oh, oh, fuck.
Dmitri’s never been one to do things by half-measures, so there’s no subtle buildup, no tentative swipes of his tongue. Instead, he buries his face between my legs and ravages my clit, lapping at it like a thirsty cat before clamping his mouth around it and sucking as he swirls just the tip of his tongue around the hard nub.
My back arches, and I reach up behind me to wrap my arms around Roman’s neck, holding onto him as the tide of sensations threatens to drag me away. Without even realizing it, I jutted my chest straight up in the air, and I feel Roman’s growl vibrate through my body before his hands slide up my stomach and palm my breasts, tugging on my nipples as he massages the needy, achy flesh.
His lips find my ear, and he whispers words of praise, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I am for him, for Dmitri, how much they both want me.
And all the while, the dark-haired man between my legs shows me. Still driving me wild with his tongue, he lifts my legs and drapes my knees over his shoulders. Then he rises up to kneel on the mattress, lifting my ass off the bed and holding onto my thighs to keep my pussy right where he wants it.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasp.
“Hold onto me, Reckless. We’ve got you.” Roman’s voice is a deep rasp in my ear.
My grip around his neck tightens, and with my head resting on his shoulder, he supports my upper body while Dmitri holds my lower half. I’m suspended between them, held up by them as if I weigh nothing, as they worship my body—one with his hands, one with his mouth.
Dmitri stiffens his tongue and thrusts it inside me, alternating between flicking my clit and fucking me with his tongue, and I let out a keening whine that sounds like a fire engine dying. I hear Roman grunt near my ear, and I force my drooping eyelids open to look up at him. He’s watching what Dmitri is doing to me, and the look on his face makes my insides melt into a puddle of liquid heat.
It’s partly possessive jealousy.
And partly pure, raw lust.
I doubt either of these men have ever shared a woman before, and I think on some level, Roman wants to punch Dmitri right now. But on another level, watching the man between my legs, watching what he’s doing to me, is turning Roman on like nothing else.
The hands on my breasts become rougher, more demanding, like he’s trying to make me come that way before Dmitri can wring an orgasm from my pussy.
I arch and jerk and writhe mid-air, trying to both escape from and demand more of the attention they’re lavishing on me. It’s almost too much, pushing my body to a point where the sensations crashing through me make it hard to breathe, hard to think.
And when Dmitri’s dark gaze flicks up to me, locking with mine as he works my clit with demanding strokes, I stop doing either.
“That’s it. Come for us, Reckless. Come on Dmitri’s face,” he growls in my ear.
And I do.
Hard.
Every atom in my body feels like it flies apart as white spots dance in my vision and pleasure cascades through me. I cry out, and Roman swallows the sound with a punishing kiss, drawing out every whimper and moan as the aftershocks quake through me. When it finally subsides, my body sags a little between them, limp and pliable as a wet noodle.
They set me down gently, but I still feel a little like I’m floating as I sprawl out on the mattress, watching the two gorgeous, dark-haired men slip off the bed and stand above me.
Roman and Dmitri as so similar in some ways, and so different in others. They both have dark hair and chiseled features, but Dmitri’s face is a bit more sharply defined and aristocratic, while Roman’s is a little rougher and more rugged. Roman’s eyes are a piercing cobalt blue with little specks of silver you only notice up close, while Dmitri’s are so dark they sometimes look black.
They’re both gruff and stoic.
They both have huge hearts they can’t quite hide.
And they’re both dominant as fuck when they want to be.
A little shiver of anticipation makes my body quake as they both gaze down at me with serious expressions, desire blazing in their eyes.
I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, but I know they’re nowhere near finished with me.
Roman is the one to move first, stripping off his shirt before flicking open the button on his pants and sliding them down his hips, revealing his straining erection.
Dmitri is in motion a half second later, and by the time Roman is naked, the man beside him is kicking off his last shoe.
Oh, holy shit.
The sight before me is just too fucking good to ignore, so I force my limp body to move, crawling toward the edge of the bed until I can grasp both their cocks in my hands. They let out twin growls of warning and satisfaction as I pump their shafts slowly, and I hide a grin at the similarities of their reactions.
They let me work them for a few moments, and I can see their control start to strain before Dmitri wraps his hand around my wrist, the grip hard as steel but not painful.
“Uh uh, Princess. The deal we made was about you, not us.”
I’m about to argue that the deal should really include all three of us, because this is turning me on like nobody’s business, but before I can say anything, he swoops down to claim my lips in a fierce kiss. He keeps kissing me as he lays me back down on the bed, and I feel the mattress shift as Roman joins us.
Four hands roam my body, and I lose track of which hand belongs to which man, losing myself in the hypnotic sensations.
As Dmitri breaks the kiss, Roman growls in my ear, “Do you trust us?”
I nod without hesitation, blinking up at the two of them.
Yes. Always.
“Good girl. Turn over. Hands and knees.”
The deep rumble of his voice makes goose bumps rise on my skin, and I roll over, pressing up to my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
I can feel Dmitri’s hands gliding over my ass cheeks, squeezing and groping them possessively. Roman is on his knees in front of me, and he reaches out to cup my chin in one large hand, tilting my head up slightly to look at me.
“Can you take us both at the same time? Will you let me have your gorgeous mouth while Dmitri fucks you?”
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Someday I’m gonna have to make Roman just sit by my bed and say dirty things to me and see how long it takes for me to come from his words alone.
Then again, if he’s anywhere near me when he starts talking like that, there’s no way I won’t end up jumping him.
He’s still waiting for an answer, his grip on my chin firm as his blue eyes blaze with possessive warmth and desire. I press against his hold on me as I nod, my gaze still locked with his.
Fuck yes, I can. That sounds so hot I can already feel my clit throbbing again.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Good girl.”
He drops his head to claim a kiss from my lips, and as he straightens, I notice his other hand is already wrapped around his shaft, stroking it in long, even pulls. He must’ve taken over when I stopped, and the sight of it makes me bite my lip, straining toward him a little, eager to wrap my lips around it. I want to be the one giving him pleasure, and I want Dmitri to find his pleasure in my body too.
Roman moves a little closer to me, and I throw a look over my shoulder at Dmitri as he fists his cock too. One hand is still kneading my ass roughly, and I have a feeling he’s already on the edge, as incredibly turned on by all of this as I am.
He watches me with glittering dark eyes, holding his shaft poised at my entrance, and I know what he’s waiting for.
I turn around and pull Roman’s cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thick girth—and as soon as I do, Dmitri plunges into me from behind. I gasp around Roman, swirling my tongue over his broad head as the man behind me sets a hard, steady pace, drawing out almost entirely before slamming back in. He thrusts over and over, and every time his pelvis collides with my ass, my body rocks forward and my lips slide farther down on Roman’s cock.
Roman’s cobalt eyes are half-lidded and unfocused as he wraps my still-damp hair around his fist, pulling it out of my way and using the hold to gently guide my movements. He’s not yanking me around by my hair or anything, but the slight sting in my scalp only ratchets up the tension gathering in my body.
“She’s tight. And so fucking wet,” Dmitri grunts from behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as he rocks me forward and back onto his cock.
He’s not wrong. I can feel slickness trailing down my thighs, can hear it in the way our bodies slap together.
But he’s telling Roman, telling him how it feels to be buried inside me in this moment—and something about that is so hot it makes my entire body start to shake, the mother of all orgasms bearing down on me like I’m an old-timey damsel tied to a train track.
Roman’s cock thickens in my mouth, and he starts thrusting against my pumps, hitting the back of my throat as I try to relax my jaw.
“She’s close.” He’s gazing down at me with such dominant possession in his eyes I can barely take it. “Aren’t you, Reckless? Do you want to come?”
My mouth is a little busy right now, so instead of trying to speak, I just nod, a tiny jerk of my chin. But it’s enough. He grunts, running the thumb of one hand over my cheekbone as he looks back at Dmitri.
“Make our girl come. And make it fucking good.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
I’m spiraling, spinning out, losing the battle against the tidal wave rising up inside me. When Dmitri’s hand slips around my waist, brushing over my stomach before finding my clit, I scream around Roman’s cock. And when he starts to move his fingers in quick pulses, it’s all over.
My body shakes from head to toe, and I honestly worry for a second that I’ll ruin this whole thing by collapsing to the mattress in a heap—but Dmitri’s hold on my hips and Roman’s hand in my hair steady me, helping me stay on all fours as the two men curse and groan, jerking their hips.
Dmitri slams into me one last time just as Roman grunts out, “Elliot! Fuck.”
I take that as the warning it is, and when he explodes in my mouth, I suck and suck and suck, then swallow.
And then I do collapse, letting go of Roman’s cock and sliding off of Dmitri’s as my body melts into the bed. Roman pulls me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me and pressing my back to his front as he kisses my hair. Dmitri kneels before us, breathing hard.
He gives me a satisfied smirk, his skin flushed and his hair a bit disheveled.
“A deal’s a deal, Princess. Will you cut
yourself some slack now?”
“Or do you need another reminder?” Roman rumbles from behind me.
Well, when they put it that way…
Chapter 19
By the time Cam and Asher come back, the three of us have finished round two and managed to clean ourselves up a bit. All my muscles feel like stretched out rubber bands, in the best way possible. I’m wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, and we’re watching an action movie on Dmitri’s laptop, my head in his lap and the rest of my body draped over Roman’s.
“Well, well, well. I see that while some of us were being hardworking students and getting our homework done,” Cam loudly and teasingly proclaims, “some people were having fun.”
Dmitri lazily flips him off.
“Did you three have a good time?” Asher says, and he sounds perfectly polite, like he’s genuinely asking—but then I see the gleam in his eyes, and I know he’s enjoying teasing us as much as Cam is.
I don’t want to ruin the fun, and I don’t mind their teasing… and I should probably find a way to be more tactful about it, but I don’t know how, so I just blurt out like an idiot, “My dad’s on campus.”
Asher is so surprised he drops his notebook. “What?”
“Daniel Sinclair is in charge of the task force brought in to independently investigate the Unpredictable behavior,” Roman explains. Oh, right. Hardwick must’ve told him and the rest of the staff what’s going on. “They’re here to determine if we’re really criminals or not.”
“Ah, shit, Sin.” Cam folds his arms. “Want me to go beat him up for you?”
I laugh softly. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m okay.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
I sit up as Cam walks over, and he hugs me tightly before plopping down near Dmitri’s feet on the floor. Asher comes over next and pets my hair, kissing the top of my head.
All this affection definitely helps—as did the multiple orgasms. I would be a hell of a lot more fragile if I was trying to get through this without people around me that I cared about, who cared about me in return.