Grimmstead Academy: Submission

by Candace Wondrak

  “Two handsome men,” Felice mused, leaning back. “Together. What is a sweet, innocent girl like me going to do?”

  Both Ian and I threw her a look at that. “Honey,” Ian spoke, setting an arm over my shoulders as if we were best buds, pals to the deepest degree, “I think we all know by now you might look the part of sweet and innocent, but inside you’re a firecracker.”

  I was already sweating, and I wondered how Ian’s arm didn’t just slide off me. How much sweatier would I be once I was actually with her?

  “I resent the accusation,” Felice pouted, though her pout didn’t last long. “You are right about the firecracker bit…though maybe I’m more of a fire starter.”

  Ian glanced at me, and I met his eyes. “A fire starter, eh?” he said, grinning at me. “That’s even better.” He pushed off me, setting both his hands on his hips, proudly displaying the hard cock beneath his black boxers. All of our undergarments were black. This place…not very imaginative when it came to that. “Who do you wish to see bare it all to you first, my lovely minx?”

  Dear, oh dear. Ian had to give it up with the nicknames.

  Felice’s dark, chocolatey gaze traveled between us, up and down our mostly naked forms, more than once. It was a long while before she said, “Both. I want to see both of you at the same time.” Ian was apparently not the only bold one in the room, Felice was right behind him there, as she declared it to the both of us with her entire body on display.

  God, she was beautiful. So beautiful that I felt an aching need in my balls, a throbbing in my cock. Feelings I hadn’t had in a very long time.

  “Our queen says both,” Ian told me, shooting me his dimples. “Shall we give her what she wants?”

  All I could do was nod. I knew if I tried to speak, my words would only come out as a jumbled mess. Keeping a level head in this situation would be impossible for me; once I gave in, I gave in and lost all logical thought.

  Perhaps Ian was right. Maybe this would be more fun with an extra addition—so long as neither of them forgot I was here.

  Ian and I dropped our drawers at the same time, freeing our cocks in one simultaneous motion. Both our cocks swayed with the movement, and Felice’s eyes darted between them. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

  I hadn’t even thought about his cock—what if it was worlds bigger than mine? What if mine was like a micro-penis compared to his? Such worries I never had to deal with before, but a quick glance at his hardened cock set my mind at ease. We were about the same. His wasn’t quite a monster, and neither was mine.

  Neither was very small, mind you. I was just glad I wouldn’t feel uneasy trying to compete with a stallion’s cock.

  “Well, well, well,” Ian spoke, grinning as he fixated his gaze unapologetically on the cock standing at attention between my legs. “You’re not exactly a pushover, I see. Keeping that thing to yourself all this time?” The way he spoke, as if he’d tried to get with me before. Ian was…it took quite a lot to get used to him and his antics, certainly.

  “Remember to be gentle with me,” Felice mused, lifting her bandaged wrist.

  “Oh, I’ll make sure not to reopen your wound, but that little wrist is the only thing I’ll be gentle with,” Ian spoke with a wink, stalking closer to her on the bed. I did the same, following his lead. I didn’t need a demonstration; I knew how to make love—or fuck, in Ian’s words—but this, with the three of us, was something new to me.

  We ended up laying on the bed, all three of us, Felice sandwiched between us. She lay on her back, her dark hair spread apart in a halo on the pillow under her head. Ian was toying with her nipples while I traced soft circles on her stomach. Whose touch elicited shivers from her, I had no idea, and in the end it didn’t much matter.

  “So,” Ian spoke, his smooth voice low and husky, “where do you want us, love?”

  Lust filled Felice’s gaze, and her lips parted to say, “Anywhere.” Maybe she couldn’t think. Maybe this was overloading her brain just as it did to mine. Hell, I could hardly think, either. The only thing I could see in my head was her.

  Ian took charge once again, crawling over her to position himself between her legs. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them. His cock stood tall, its tip already dripping in precum. Mine probably was, too. This…it was too much of a sight. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like once one of us was inside of her.

  What sounds would she make? Would she beg? Would she lose control and become nothing more than an animal needing its next fix? Regardless, I wasn’t going to leave this room, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop touching her.

  No more thumping. Only her.

  Dimples graced Ian’s cheeks as he bent his head down, and both Felice and I watched as he went down on her. Felice’s head immediately threw back, a guttural groan escaping her as his mouth and tongue began to work on her most intimate part. Her chest rose and fell with uneven, desperate breaths, and I could do nothing but watch as Ian’s mouth broke her. It wasn’t long at all before her entire body tensed, her fingers clutching the sheets and a loud cry escaping those beautiful, full lips.

  Hearing her orgasm…it was the best sound I’d ever heard. And to be brought about so quickly; Ian must be good.

  My eyes raked over Felice’s naked body, the sweat lining her collarbone. I was so lost in her that I didn’t see the hand moving toward my cock. When my shaft was squeezed, my balls tightened. I had to resist my urge to thrust against the hand when I saw that it was Ian’s hand. Ian, who still was very fixated on Felice.

  That was, until he lifted his mouth off her enough to say, “Dagen, you’re supposed to be doing something, not just lying there watching.”

  I didn’t know why that was such a big deal. Watching was a thrill of its own.

  Felice’s eyes must have been opened slits, for she murmured, “That’s something I would watch.” Her cheeks, which were already red, turned an even darker shade of it as she said what she did.

  “Ah, would you, now? I think that’s something we can arrange,” Ian spoke, his grip on my cock turning to steel. I resisted my urge to push him off. It didn’t help that I was extremely turned on right now. My cock was primed and ready to go, my balls aching for release.

  His hand was smooth, though pretty big. Wrapped around my length, it looked nothing like what I imagined Felice’s hand would. His flesh was paler, his knuckles thicker, and yet…and yet when he squeezed, I couldn’t help the jolt of pleasure that shot through me at the sudden pressure.

  “As long as dear Dagen is okay with it,” Ian went on, his blue eyes shifting to me. His lips were wet from his time between her legs, and he ran a tongue over his bottom lip, as if still hungry for more.

  No hands had touched my cock in forever. Not mine, not someone else’s, and certainly not another man’s, but I’d be out of my mind if I didn’t face the fact that his hand felt good. And, besides, it was Ian. If there was anyone in Grimmstead who knew how to work a cock, it was him.

  What was I going to do? Tell him no, I wasn’t okay with it? How could I, when the tip of my cock throbbed and oozed more precum? That was a telltale sign, if ever there was one.

  The only thing I could do was nod, and once I did, Ian moved aside, lifting Felice’s leg with his other hand, never once losing grip on me as he moved to sit before me. Felice’s eyes were wide open now, her head turned so she could watch the show, so to speak.

  I wasn’t sure what kind of show it would be, but it would definitely be something. I kept a hand on Felice, just to touch her, just for my peace of mind, to try to make me relax and simply give in. There was no point in fighting this. It was safe to say we’d passed the point of no return a while ago.

  As if knowing my inner war, Ian crawled over me, his hand loosening enough on my cock to pump it once. A short breath escaped me as a result. “Relax,” he cooed. “I know what I’m doing. You’re in very good hands.” He chuckled at his own words, but I was too lost in the feeling of his hand aroun
d me to make any sort of remark back.

  Felice said she wanted to see this, but did she really? What if she saw it, what if Ian made me come, and she ended up hating it and never wanting to see me again? It was as these doubts began to creep into my brain, wholly unwelcome, that Ian began to pump his fist over my cock. Up and down, pulling the skin taut as his palm squeezed my tip after each one.

  All those doubts vanished as pleasure dominated me. Oh, God. I’d completely forgotten what it was like. No idea how that was possible, but this, it was something new and amazing, hot pleasure touching every nerve in my body, elevating me to cloud nine.

  My eyelids half closed, but I knew Felice watched. I knew she licked her lips as she rolled to her side, setting a hand on my chest and allowing mine to slide off her. Ian was directly above me, using his other arm to prop himself up, and then—then the bastard smirked and lowered his mouth to the crook of my neck. A very tender location, really, and of course it was the most tender spot he found, the one spot in my neck that practically made me a vegetable, that he started to suck on.

  What little of my eyelids remained opened slammed shut, the pressure building in my lower stomach. As unbelievable as it was, I felt like I was about to come already. Quicker than Felice had. It was like five touches from Ian had pushed me to the edge, and he was about to push me over completely.

  Ian must’ve been some form of psychic, because moments before I let loose, he pulled his mouth off my neck and tore his hand off my cock, leaving me panting, needing more. He sat up, straddling me, his cock inches away from mine. His lean body shone with sweat, and I could’ve sworn my glasses were foggy from all of the heat radiating off this bed.

  Or maybe that was just me.

  “You were about to come, weren’t you?” Ian spoke with a smile. The bastard knew I was; he didn’t need to ask. He tossed a look at Felice, saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he lasts longer with you. I’ll get him nice and tuckered out so when he’s finally inside you, he’ll be able to last longer than a minute.”

  Oh, I wanted to kill him. I wanted—

  I wanted my release. Was that so wrong?

  “Do whatever you have to,” Felice said, her amber eyes drawing up along my body, starting at my midsection, where Ian was straddling me. Our two cocks so close together must’ve been a sight to her. “Provided Dagen’s cool with it.”

  I waved a hand through the air. “Yes, yes. Whatever you’re going to do, just do it already. I feel like bursting.” Normally I wasn’t so forthcoming, but times like these called for it.

  “As you wish,” Ian spoke, moving to straddle my legs. His hands ran around the tender skin near my cock, nails dragging across my ballsack and eliciting a moan from me. “I am here to serve, however that may be.” Such a smooth-talker. Did he ever stop talking?

  In a moment, I got my answer.

  Yes, Ian stopped talking…but only when his mouth was otherwise occupied.

  I could not believe my eyes when I watched Ian’s back bend, his mouth sinking to my cock. He placed a hand at the base of it, pulling back the skin. His tongue swirled around the tip effortlessly, wet and warm, instantly making my balls tense. I watched as every inch of me disappeared into his mouth, and it was…

  It was…

  Fuck, it was amazing. Just as I imagined Felice would feel like. He had to be deep throating me, at least a little, but Ian seemed utterly fine and at ease with my cock stuffed in his mouth. Meanwhile, I felt myself about to lose it.

  It was true. I really did have no stamina, but I accredited that to my constant state of paranoia and anxiety. I hadn’t felt this relaxed, this in tune to my body in a very long time.

  His blonde head bobbed along my cock, and my hips started to rock under him. I couldn’t help it. Ian was giving me head, and my body was responding accordingly, trying to thrust into his mouth, trying to take charge. But I wasn’t the one in charge here. Ian’s mouth might be around my cock, but he was one hundred percent in the more superior position; I was helpless, a slave to the pleasurable feelings of bliss rising inside me.

  When I felt myself coming, my eyelids slammed shut. I couldn’t even get any words out before my body gave way to the pressure, finding its release inside Ian’s mouth. With a quick thrust, I emptied myself, my cum shooting straight from my cock to Ian’s throat. A thunderous groan escaped me, my whole body tensing as the orgasm rocked through me, taking hold of each and every part of me.

  Ian swallowed every bit of cum I gave him, slowly drawing his mouth up along my shaft. He gave the head a lick before pulling off me, an easy smile gracing his face. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He chuckled. “And here you were worried about going cock-to-cock.”

  I really wished he’d stop saying that. I also had no idea how he could be so…indifferent after having his mouth on my cock. I mean, that wasn’t something you did to everyone. Maybe that’s what Ian did, but my cock hadn’t been around the block as many times as his. That had been a first for me, and it was anything but a negative experience.

  In fact, I dared say I would let him do it again.

  Ian turned his attention to Felice, who’d watched the whole thing with desire in her gaze. “How was the show, love?” he asked, crawling to her other side, dimples in his cheeks. He ran a hand up her stomach, between her breasts, taking her throat gently and turning her face toward him and away from me. “If you ever want an encore, I’d be happy to oblige.”

  “Mmm,” was all Felice could say, because soon after, Ian’s mouth lowered to hers. He kissed her hard and fast, his lips devouring hers.

  I watched their embrace, my cock not losing any of its hardness, its length still coated in Ian’s saliva, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Felice could taste me in Ian’s mouth. Not sure why, but the possibility made my gut burn. I rather liked that idea.

  As Felice and Ian kissed, Ian went to position his cock at her entrance. Her legs had spread for him the moment their mouths connected, greedy and hungry for him, even after watching him suck me off. She wasn’t disgusted at what she saw; she was turned on, and that was a relief to see.

  I scooted closer to them, running my hand along her breasts, around them, over them, tweaking her nipples as I watched Ian start to thrust. The moment he pushed himself as deep into her as he could go, Felice broke their kiss to let out a soft moan.

  The sounds she made…they were spectacular. If I never heard another sound again, I would be more than okay with it. Take the hint, thumping.

  Ian truly lost himself in Felice, and I couldn’t blame him. Once I was inside of her, I’d be the same. His back muscles tensed with each pump of his cock, Felice’s body rocking in tune with the thrusts. The bed below us swayed with the movement, the air in the room anything but cold—so unlike Grimmstead, but together we made a heat that couldn’t be denied.

  Time was a blur as I watched Ian pound away, and it was then I realized that he was right. This wasn’t lovemaking. This wasn’t a sweet union between two souls. This was a carnal, urgent fuck between three people who needed each other. The lovemaking would come later, when I was alone with her—and I would be, I swore to myself. Right now the correct term for it was indeed fucking.

  Ian’s stamina was something to be admired, because he went for a while, keeping a steady, hard pace as he pushed inside of her again and again, making her writhe under him and create a melody of moans that filled the room. His sapphire gaze twinkled as he stared down at her, watching his handiwork as he fucked her. His body was in tune with his cock, every motion he made fluid and graceful, even with how hard he went at her.

  Though Ian wasn’t overly muscled, he was a handsome fellow. Very conceited where his appearance was concerned, but I supposed if I had a face like his, I would be, too. His smile was perfect, his eyes so light and crisp and clear, the very opposite of my black ones. I was jealous he could command the room without even trying. Every morning I bet he purposefully made his hair look messy, too.

  Me?
I forgot to shave. Sometimes forgot to put deodorant on. I hardly slept. Bags lingered under my eyes more often than not. If I slept beside Felice…if I kept her near me, I wondered if that would change. If I could get a good night’s sleep and actually want to take care of myself.

  Time would tell, I supposed.

  My attention was drawn back to the matter at hand when Ian let out an earth-shattering moan, his buttocks tensing as he pushed himself deep inside Felice. His eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. I imagined him filling her up, and my cock twitched when I realized I’d be inside her soon, feeling both her wetness and his.

  Ian let out a ragged breath as he pulled out, collapsing on the bed beside her. He grabbed her face and kissed her again, just as hard as he’d done before, maybe even harder. Felice kept her legs spread, and I didn’t wait. I stopped toying with her breasts, drawing my hand down along her side as I got up and took Ian’s place at her helm.

  Her helm. Like she was a ship and we were sailors lost at sea.

  Eh, it was close enough to the truth, here in Grimmstead.

  When my tip prodded at her entrance, their kiss broke off, and Felice turned those big, brown eyes to me. Even Ian looked at me, a smile plastered on his lips, which were a bit red from their passion.

  My gut hardened, my cock raring to go yet again. First Ian’s mouth and now Felice. I didn’t know how the hell I got here, but I wasn’t about to look back.

  “What are you waiting for?” Ian asked, grinning. “Fuck her—unless you want her to beg for it?” His blue gaze shifted to Felice as he added, “I’m sure she’d be willing, if that’s what you want.”

  “No,” I told him. Having Felice beg…that was not what I wanted. I wanted—well, I wanted to have her. To feel her body take my cock in, inch by inch until I lost all train of thought. I wanted to forget about the noise and for once just live in the moment. “No begging.” I hardly sounded like myself, my voice low and rough, steady and strong.