Just like in the girls’ dorms, the boys had access to a tiny separate bathroom off the bedroom, containing a toilet and sink. Down the hallway, there was a communal shower room. There was no cleaning crew, and we were expected to look after our facilities ourselves. As a result, most of them were filthy. I didn’t think the male students were any more capable of cleaning than the girls were.
In contrast, Kiernan and Julian both kept their room tidy. Kiernan’s mom had bought them a vacuum cleaner, and Julian was obsessed with clearing trash and putting away clothes. Their beds were always made, and they changed sheets regularly. Beth called them “housebroken,” but never in front of them.
I sat on Kiernan’s bed in my usual place. My back was pressed against the wall, my legs stretched out straight. But instead of flanking me on either side like the boys normally did, Lance lowered himself to the floor.
Kiernan pulled up one of the two chairs and sat opposite me, regarding me with an unusually serious expression. Julian had slipped into the room after his friend had gestured him inside. He stood with his back against the door, ready to leave at a moment’s notice.
All three boys stared at me. I was fidgeting under the weight of their combined gazes. Lance and Julian both glanced nervously at Kiernan as if they expected him to say something. What the heck was going on?
It took a while before it clicked. My mouth fell open, and I glared at them. “Come on. Seriously? Are you guys trying to stage an intervention?”
The boys exchanged more looks while my ears burned with irritation.
Kiernan spoke first. “Look. I know you’re pissed at Julian.”
I nodded. Pissed was an understatement. Julian had dumped me because he couldn’t have sex with me. He’d basically reduced me to an object. I’d wanted to continue our relationship and take the chance to get to know each other until we’d solved our particular problem. But no, that wasn’t what he’d wanted. If he couldn’t sleep with me, he wasn’t interested any longer. Or at least that’s what I’d understood when we’d argued.
Julian had pulled up the second chair and perched on it at the far side of the tiny room. The corners of his mouth hung low and his hair was lank and lifeless. If I didn’t know better, he looked like he was heartbroken.
I don’t know why you look so miserable. You’re the one who wanted to quit.
“Do you really not realize he’s sorry?”
“No, I don’t.” My tone was sarcastic and aggressive at the same time. What the hell was I supposed to think? Julian hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t apologized. He hadn’t asked to get back with me. And now he was using Kiernan to do his dirty work?
I cleared my throat to stop my voice trembling with anger. “All I know is that he sent you and Lance to do a frigging intervention, when all he has to do is talk to me.”
I spoke up to make sure my ex-boyfriend heard me. “Julian hasn’t had the balls to admit he fucked up. And I don’t appreciate being put on the spot by the two of you because your roommate is too much of a coward to do it himself.”
I scooted forward, intent on storming out of the room and slamming the door as hard as I could. Because nobody can accuse me of not being a drama queen when the situation requires it.
Kiernan didn’t stop me, but as I marched to the exit, Julian got up. He didn’t meet my eyes when he said, “I am sorry. I don’t know what to say. I was wrong. And I was scared. I’m still scared.”
His words stopped me in my stride. For the last weeks, I’d daydreamed what I’d do if he crawled back to me. In my imagination, I’d told him I didn’t need him. But seeing him standing in front of me, his shoulders sagging, and his head lowered, touched something inside of me.
I’d known for a while my feelings for the boys had deepened beyond sexual excitement, but the swell of protectiveness towards this boy came as a surprise. I looked up at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut as if he expected a final slap down before I left.
I reached out and cupped his cheek. “You really hurt me, you know?”
He nodded wordlessly. Oh, what the hell. I went up on my tiptoes and brushed a kiss against his lips. His eyes flew open in surprise, and a hopeful little smile bloomed on his face, as if he could barely believe it.
“Can we try again? Please?” he whispered.
I hesitated only for a moment before making up my mind. His apology was heartfelt, and I didn’t want to be angry any longer. “Yes. But I expect full honesty from you. If you feel uncomfortable, or if you feel left out, tell me. Tell us.”
Lance and Kiernan were both nodding vigorously. Julian put his arms around me and pulled me close. His shoulders shook, and his inhale was shuddery. Kiernan stepped up behind us and Lance joined him in the group hug. We held each other desperately, with far more emotion than the situation might have warranted to an outside observer. But I knew some of what my boys had been through, and the fear of being left was only part of their pain.
6
Leave it to Kiernan to turn our beautiful moment into something entirely different. I was basking in the group hug when my Irish boyfriend kissed along my ear. He whispered, “You up for a makeup session?”
How cheesy could this guy get? While I was still snickering, Julian stiffened and disentangled himself. His eyes were wide with panic. I reached out and pulled him back against me. “Hey, don’t freak out. We should experiment to see how far we can go. Maybe kissing is okay. Wanna try?”
Julian took a deep breath before lowering his face and pressing his mouth to mine. I surrendered to the pressure and opened up to him. My mind emptied of all the confusion, all the questions. I just enjoyed melting against my tall Goth boy. I lost all track of time. It could have been seconds or minutes when Kiernan gently pulled us apart.
“Stop. Let’s make sure Julian is okay.”
Julian’s eyes flickered open, and he looked a little dazed, even cross-eyed. I couldn’t suppress a smile. Kissing me had done that to him.
“How do you feel? Are you dizzy?” Kiernan asked.
Julian nodded. “It felt amazing while we were kissing, but now I need to sit down.”
My heart sank. Was that it? A little kissing? Was that as close as I’d dare get to him?
My disappointment must’ve been visible on my face, because Lance said, “Look, this is what we are trying to find out. How much Julian can handle. Maybe he can work up to more. Or maybe we can experiment with different ingredients in the hex bags.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that, according to the healer, my protection bags should have worked as they were. I vowed once again to open that damn book and read more of it, no matter how archaic the language and how boring the writing.
Julian sat heavily on the chair Kiernan had dragged close. He rubbed his eyes as if he had trouble holding them open. Lance gave him a glass of water, and Julian recovered quickly. A rueful smile pulled down the corners of his mouth. “Looks like I won’t be joining you after all.”
“That’s not exactly news. We knew you’d probably react like that. I have an idea, though,” Lance responded. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “How about it, Julian? Do you enjoy watching?”
Julian looked confused. “Watching what?”
The penny dropped, and a big grin bloomed on his face. “I don’t know, but I’d be willing to try.”
My eyes had widened at Lance’s suggestion, and before I could say anything, he’d picked me up bridal-style and carried me the few steps to Kiernan’s bed. He threw me onto the mattress, but before I could rebound against the wall, he’d already jumped after me and caged me with this body so that my bounce ended up against his chest.
“Watch the bed, guys! If you break it, I don’t think I’ll get a new one,” Kieran said with fake irritation.
Lance lifted his head and looked at him sideways. “A mattress on the floor works just as well.”
This time, I didn’t have to ask what he meant. He pressed his entire body against me, wiggling until my legs were
spread wide, and he was able to slot his hips between them.
Kiernan kneeled in front of the bed, pulling a pillow under his knees. He ran his hands through my hair, scratching my scalp just the way I liked it. The stimulation was low key, but combined with Lance’s skillful tongue playing with mine, I moaned happily.
Lance stopped kissing me and moved to my neck. As he nibbled along my jugular, Kiernan took his place against my mouth. The position was awkward, but he made it work. I kept my eyes closed because the attention overwhelmed me.
Scooting lower, Lance lifted my top until he could access my chest. He bypassed my breasts and used his lips and teeth to trace a line from my ribcage to my bellybutton. Thank God I showered this morning. I only had time for a brief moment of mental panic when he swirled his tongue around the indentation and scrambled any conscious thought.
I wanted to touch the guys so badly, but my hand was trapped between the wall and Lance’s body, and the other was at an awkward angle. It would have been impossible to reach Kiernan without dislocating my shoulder. All I could do was lie there and take it.
A shot of arousal rushed to my lower belly. Huh. Didn’t know that was a kink for me. Being held down and kissed and touched without being able to move.
Lance opened my pants and tugged at the fabric. I took the hint and lifted my hips off the bed. Kiernan helped, and without too much trouble, the boys pulled both pants and underwear down to my knees and over my ankles.
Lance had moved to give me space, but now he slotted himself back into position and rubbed his clothed erection against my bare flesh. It hurt a little, so I wiggled until it felt better. There. His rough jeans pressed right against my center, and when he shifted, I threw my head back and groaned. Oh my God.
Kiernan chuckled. “Do you like being pinned down like that? At our mercy?”
Another jolt of arousal hit me, and my pelvis rolled against Lance’s unrelenting pressure. Yes. Definitely a kink. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. A wave of embarrassment flushed over me at my wantonness.
Julian had gotten up and moved closer to watch us. He said, “Hey. Do you trust us?”
I nodded, still keeping my eyes closed.
“Open your eyes. We want to see your reactions. Don’t close yourself off from us. You know we won’t hurt you, right?”
I did as he asked. Kiernan’s gaze was full of heat, Lance looked like he was having a religious experience, and Julian? His eyes reflected the awe I was feeling at being the center of their attention. When I spoke, my voice sounded like I was drugged. “Yes. I trust you.”
Julian reached out a hand past Kiernan and rubbed the underside of my leg, right where it met my butt. It was the only place he could reach because Lance was still covering me with his large body, and Kiernan brushed his fingers over my shoulder and playfully pulled on my bottom lip.
I recognized the owner of each of the hands touching me. Julian’s were cool and hesitant. Lance’s were warmer and firmer. Kiernan’s touch was the most assertive of them all. He gripped and rubbed me without hesitation, without fear of rejection. The strength and solidity that came with his earth magic grounded me and made everything feel more real.
The way my boys pinned me, held me, stroked me, stoked a fire that made me undulate my body continuously. I tried to be quiet, too embarrassed to let them hear my moans, but they weren’t having any of it.
Kiernan worked his hand under Lance’s body to reach my breasts. The first time he gently pinched my nipple, my head dropped against the pillow. Lance lifted his upper body to give his friend more room. Kiernan bent lower and flicked the tip with his tongue. The wet scraping on my sensitive flesh made me gasp. And when he took it into his mouth and gently sucked, a loud groan escaped me.
“That’s it,"Julian whispered. “We want to hear you. Don’t hide your pleasure.”
Lance reached down and brushed over my center. Like a spring, my core tightened. He stretched his hand, rocking the fleshy part of his palm against my clit, and entered me with his finger. My breathing sped up and my lower body contracted in sweet agony.
It didn’t take long. As if they were mentally connected, the boys worked together. Kiernan sucked hard, and Lance rocked his palm, and my orgasm hit me like a runaway train. My pussy contracted rhythmically, and my whole body shuddered.
My mind left the building. I didn't come back online for several seconds. Long enough for Kiernan to move to my mouth and kiss me. I was still breathing hard, coming down from the experience.
Lance cupped the side of my face. “Good?” he asked.
“Very good,” I answered, grinning like a fool.
Kiernan snickered. “You were sparking again. Not as bad as before, but enough to make my cock rock hard. I know we were only joking before, but how about moving to the floor? There’s no way we’ll all get some action with Amber on the bed.”
7
Lance didn’t answer, but the speed with which he moved himself off my body spoke volumes. Goosebumps appeared on my arms. I felt cold without his bulk covering me, naked as I was. Kiernan pulled me up and wrapped the cover around me.
Julian hadn’t said a word. I lifted my head from Kiernan’s shoulder. “Julian. Are you okay?”
My boyfriend sat on the ground, looking a little paler than usual, but fine otherwise. “When you came, I felt the drain. I had to stop touching you. But it didn’t hurt me other than give me blue balls.”
Lance had pulled the mattress to the ground. He was now wrestling the second mattress off Julian’s bed and placed it next to Kiernan’s. Getting the covers, he put them on top of the makeshift burrow on the floor.
Kiernan still held me tight, but his hand was beginning to wander. He slipped a finger inside of me. “You’re so wet for us,” he said.
I should probably be embarrassed, but actually, I wasn’t. I felt safe and cared for. Here I was, completely naked, surrounded by three beautiful men who wanted to be with me. They wanted to make me feel good. There was no point being embarrassed.
Lance had stepped up behind me and placed his hands on my chest. My nipples were so sensitive after the mind-blowing orgasm, it didn’t take much for my arousal to build again.
Lance was careful and rolled my nipples. My pussy felt empty, aching to be filled. Kiernan added another finger to the one sliding in and out of me. My head fell back against Kiernan’s shoulder, and I groaned.
“I need—” I started saying, rubbing my bare ass against Lance’s erection. Before I could finish the sentence, the boys had eased me down on the mattresses. Three pairs of hungry eyes were trained on my naked body as I writhed against the cover.
“Take those damn clothes off already,” I demanded.
The boys grinned at each other, then stripped for me. My eyes widened, and for a moment, I just stared. Their bodies had filled out. Julian was skinnier than Lance, although they were equally tall. Lance’s shoulders were wider. Kiernan was shorter but stocky. His skin had a natural tan, darker than the other two. Kiernan and Lance had distinct six-packs, and all three stroked impressive erections.
Julian’s cock was long and red against his white belly. Kiernan’s wasn’t as long but thicker, and Lance’s dick was both. They stood over me, devouring me with heated gazes.
Kiernan was the first to speak. “Right, lads. Let’s show the lady how we do it in the magical world.”
He flopped next to me, and I inhaled sharply. He laid back and opened his arms. I took the invitation and scooted on top of him. His skin felt heavenly against mine. A little rough with wiry hair against my breasts and groin.
We were of similar height, so his cock was at the right level. I was so wet, he slipped against me, stimulating my clit with each pass. I moaned against his mouth, and he kissed me passionately, his tongue mirroring the slip-sliding action below. This wouldn’t take long. Already, I felt the telltale tingles working their way in my lower tummy.
He stopped. “Can I fuck you?”
I wasn’t shocked at h
is crude language. Instead, it turned me on even more. My brain was so high on endorphins, I didn’t think about contraceptives until Julian threw some condoms on the mattress.
“Thanks, mate,” Kiernan said, winking at his friend.
Lance kneeled at Kiernan’s side and tore open a condom wrapper. “Let me give you a hand,” he said roughly.
I scooted back, watching Lance deftly pull the rubber down Kiernan’s length. He stroked his friend’s dick a few times before moving away. I’d watched the interaction with growing curiosity. Kiernan had tilted his head up and groaned as the large hand rubbed from his crown to the root. He seemed to really enjoy the rough handling.
Julian had been watching me. “You’d like us to play with each other?”
Oh, yes. I would. The boys had mentioned before that sexuality was fluid among the magical community. But I hadn’t expected to discuss it quite so freely. Images of lips stretched around cocks floated through my mind, tightening my pussy in response. Yep, another kink.
“Would you?”
Julian grinned. “Definitely. Not tonight. That’s all about you. But in the future? For sure.”
Oh, boy. I shivered as a delicious tremor ran through me. Kiernan had watched me, his eyes glazed with desire. I scooted back into position. I was so turned on, I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs. Lifting Kiernan’s cock, I lowered myself slowly. When the head breached my pussy, I contracted around the intrusion. It felt so good, both Kiernan and myself groaned in unison.
Carefully, I eased his cock into my body. I wasn’t experienced, but I knew what felt good. And this felt amazing. My fluids smoothed the entry, and I tilted my pelvis so his cockhead rubbed against the special spot inside of me. Another jolt of lust hit me hard. Kiernan’s head was thrown back and his mouth open as he panted.
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