Julian catches me around the waist and pulls me into another kiss. I can’t believe I’m not only kissing my devilishly handsome TA, but I’m kissing him naked in the philosophy lounge while Tristan Masters watches. For a moment I have a sort of out-of-body experience, where I see what is happening the way I will see it once my rational mind is back in control, but until then…
Tristan slides backward onto a nearby couch, situates himself in the middle and takes ahold of his thick cock, slowly stroking it. For a microsecond I experience the impulse to break away from Julian and shove Tristan’s cock down my throat. Instead I shut my eyes and kiss Julian back aggressively, determined to lose my desire to devour Tristan’s cock by substituting it for Julian’s seductive tongue and suckable lips.
Julian wraps his arms around my torso and pulls me into a standing position without breaking our kiss. His knee lightly knocks into mine and I step back a few inches. His other knee does the same and I step back a few more. Again. Again.
My legs collide with couch cushions. Hands slide up the outer edges of my thighs, moving up to my ass. Tristan’s thumbs press into the pocket of flesh where my inner thighs become ass. His fingers squeeze at my cheeks. These squeezes become rhythmic, circular, almost massage-like. So much so that I am barely aware of his thumbs slowly moving upward and inward—until they brush my asshole, that is.
Julian’s hands lace through my hair, his palms grasp the bone under my ears, twisting my neck so he can enter my mouth deeper. I relax into him, but it doesn’t stop me from being acutely aware of Tristan leaning forward. Of his hot breath as it tickles the very sensitive skin he’s exposed. Of the tip of his nose sliding over the little point of my tailbone. Of his tongue, wet and confident, landing on my hole.
Slowly, so torturously slowly, he licks upward and pulls away. My pelvic muscles pulse hungrily in response. No one has ever touched that part of my body before. I am nervous, but a whole new rush of juices leak down my thighs so I can’t deny, to either them or myself, that I like it.
To my unfamiliar delight Tristan dives right back in, this time harder, licking circles around my rim. Slowly he pokes the tip of his tongue inside. Again, I am clinging to Julian, dependent on him to hold me up because Tristan has turned my body to jelly. I groan as the pleasure he’s building becomes so strong that I have to fight the urge to fall backward onto his cock and grind it into oblivion.
Julian’s hands wander to my hips. He digs his thumbs into them and gently pushes down, as if he has heard my silent fantasies. I land in Tristan’s lap, his hard cock between my thighs.
At this point I am so spun up that I no longer care that Tristan is a loathsome asshat, I only care that he’s proven more than capable of making me come, and I need the intense ache in my loins to be quenched.
I reach between my legs and grab his dick, but he snatches it away. His other hand grabs my hip and guides me down. I follow, but it is not my pussy that he brushes the tip of his cock across.
I jump up, alarmed. I know I was just enjoying his tongue on my ass, but that’s quite different than his very large penis going all the way into that part of my body. Tristan’s hands grasp my hips and try to pull me back down, but I resist. Julian stands in front of us, watching.
“Don’t worry I have lube,” Tristan mutters, his voice husky and impatient.
“No, I mean I don’t—I’ve never—I don’t do that.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he replies, obviously turned on. His tongue is back on my ass. The soft warm sensation melts me. For a second some part of me opens to the idea of anal—but not now. Not like this. Not with him.
“No. I’m just not—” He plunges the tip of his tongue only millimeters into my hole—but inside those few millimeters are millions of nerve endings and now all of them are electrified. A deep moan escapes from my gut.
Julian closes what little space there was between us. He bends his head and captures one of my nipples in his mouth, the other between his fingers. He sucks at my nipple hard, way harder than my high-school boyfriend ever did. It hurts, but there is something behind the pain, and that something is making my clit pulse aggressively.
He takes his hand off my breast and reaches between my legs. He hooks his fingers so my clit is perfectly squeezed between them, and then plunges the tips inside of me. “Aaaahhhh…” I practically weep.
I am so titillated by sensation that I legitimately don’t know the difference between pleasure and torture. The only thing stopping me from bucking into Julian’s fingers until half his arm is inside of me is the knowledge that doing so might mean Tristan cannot keep eating my ass out. So I settle for trying to keep myself standing while Julian’s fingers grow faster and fall into time with Tristan’s licks.
The pressure is building so quickly—more quickly than I ever could have imagined possible. I’m so close. I surrender to the wonderful inevitability awaiting me—utterly lost in the euphoria between my legs.
And then, all at once, it stops. Tristan pulls his tongue away, and grabs onto my hips, pulling me back down. As a result, Julian loses his grip on my nipple and my pussy, and I moan at the loss. Again, Tristan flicks his dick at my asshole and this time the head is slippery with lube.
My alarm flares again. I just don’t feel ready, or right, or safe, or something—I don’t know what it is, I just know it is telling me that no matter how good a tongue feels I am not ready to have cock in my ass.
“No,” I say again, pulling away.
“Come on, Winters,” Tristan growls, his hands now gripping my ass cheeks roughly. “How often in your life are you going to get to have two cocks in you at once?”
Before I can reply, Julian’s calm, calculating eyes find mine. His hand gently wraps around the back of my neck. “It’s okay.” He smiles, and I melt again.
He wraps a strong, confident arm around my waist and pulls me back toward him, lifting me off the couch, then swinging me around so that I am pressed between him and the old, solid mahogany conference table in the middle of the room.
“Fuck,” Tristan groans.
Julian pushes his palms into my hips and, taking the cue, I slide myself up onto the table. I am acutely aware that my legs are spread and his cock is pointed right between them. He leans in and twists his neck so that it is my cheek he catches with his feather-light kiss. He leaves another on my jaw. Another on my neck. His hands slide down my back, pulling me to the very edge of the table. My legs wrap around his waist, his lips trace down my torso, my back arches, and slowly he lowers me back onto the table.
On a bed of old newspapers and academic journals I slide backward, and Julian climbs up, following me. I push myself back until both his knees are on the table and his head lands between my legs. He takes my labia into his mouth and gently sucks and licks at my lips, drinking the juices of my last orgasm. I let my head roll back as my mind again slips into oblivion and the primal urges of my body grab hold of me.
Julian does not bring me to the pinnacle of oblivion though. I hear the faint rip of a paper packet being opened—a condom. I feel his thigh brush mine, and I open my eyes to see his only inches away. His hand is next to my ear supporting his weight, while the other wraps under my left thigh, hoisting it up. He leans down as if to kiss me but his lusty eyes are locked on mine. His lips quirk upward at the edge and—and—
“Mmmmm!” I softly cry as his thick cock plunges into me.
I eagerly spread my legs, and my toes curl in satisfaction as he sinks deeper. My pelvic muscles clench at the base of his cock, ready to devour it. Oddly he doesn’t move, he just watches me, patient, knowing, amused. I am so aroused by the combination of the confidence in his warm eyes and the feeling of being stretched out and filled by him that I cannot resist the instinct to twist my hips and grind up into his pelvis.
His eyes roll back and his grin transforms into a moan. From around my thigh his hand travels up to grip my hip and he thrusts without ever pulling out, grinding deeper and deep
er into me. Moans of ecstasy seep out of me.
I have never been filled like this before. I have never been with a boy who has control like this. My ex-boyfriend was always frantically thrusting and quick to come and exhausted immediately afterward. Julian though, Julian is…is…
I moan again. He pulls out just a little, and when he thrusts back into me the tip of his cock causes a feeling I’ve never experienced before. It tickles a soft tender spot, a spot that in the past I’ve only felt because it’s been prematurely hammered, causing pain. Now though, it bubbles with a pleasure that spreads throughout my middle and down my legs.
Julian sets a rhythm that teases pulsing bursts of ecstasy out of me. I let my hips pivot in response to his, clenching my ass muscles together, squeezing his cock as it slides between my walls. Slowly, the intensity of the sensations builds. My body is working its way into orgasm but—
A massive thrust comes out of nowhere.
“Aaaaggghhh!” Julian rasps. I open my eyes to see his face twisted up in an expression of pain and pleasure. My body responds with its own silent moan of despair. He came already, I think, letting my eyes slide shut. I guess it was just too good to be true.
Then… “Fuck,” Tristan moans, and I feel another thrust.
My eyes open again. Pale fingers peek over the bones of Julian’s hips, a fraction of a hair away from my thighs. I follow those fingers up their arms and crane my neck up. I see platinum hair bobbing and then Julian’s cock is shoved even deeper into me, and I realize what has happened: Tristan has climbed on the table and is fucking Julian in the ass.
Julian, his cock still buried deep inside of me, continues to release guttural moans. He sucks and bites at his lower lip to mute them. I lean up, weave my fingers through his curls and pull his lips down to meet mine. He eagerly obliges, plunging his tongue into my mouth desperately. Ecstasy radiates off him, and it is contagious.
Tristan thrusts again, and Julian’s cock is shoved even deeper into me, spreading my legs apart. I gasp into Julian’s lips, actually able to feel the sensitive skin just above my perineum rip a little. However as Tristan thrusts again, and then again, the pain actually adds to the pleasure that has resumed building inside of me.
As Julian lowers himself onto his elbows, his knees sink farther apart, spreading my thighs with them. His hands lace into my hair and he kisses me deeper. I moan, grinding my pussy into his cock, falling into rhythm with Tristan as the two of us fuck Julian beyond the point of no return.
I cannot believe how turned on I am by this. I have never been so fully present in the experience of sex. I have never had the running commentary in my mind be silent because all of me is so utterly absorbed in a moment.
Julian breaks our kiss and bites the crook of my neck, sucking desperately at my skin. I grind onto him harder. With one hand I reach out beyond my hips, beyond his hips, and grab as much of Tristan’s ass as I can. Tristan takes my cue and thrusts even harder. As we fall closer and closer into sync Julian’s moans grow more frequent, his breath more raspy and frantic.
The throbbing between my legs grows more and more intense as well. I squeeze and pump at Julian’s cock, but my eyes are on Tristan. His eyes are closed, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl as his legs move up and down, sliding his cock in and out and in and out and in and out of Julian’s pert, spread asshole.
Watching him, watching both of them, fuck is turning me on mentally even more than the amazing sensation of Julian’s thick cock forcing my pussy open, rubbing against my G-spot, of his pelvis grinding into my clit…For the first time in my life I am actually have to consciously stop myself from coming.
Even so, I don’t think I be able to hold back much longer. I close my eyes and look away from Tristan, but that just makes it harder not to focus on the pressure building inside my walls. My muscles are utterly exhausted but I absolutely cannot bring myself to stop bucking my hips and curling my ass, needing to feel Julian’s cock penetrate me deeper and deeper.
Julian releases a constant stream of moans into my neck, and his fingers claw at the table next to my head. Tristan whispers, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” under his breath as his thrusts grow more frantic.
Of its own accord my body increases my pace to match. Bucking and grinding, the building pressure begins to give way to the first tremors of release. My eyes slip open just in time to see Tristan’s head roll back, his snarl transformed into a silent gasp of ecstasy. This is the last straw…
My legs go straight and tighten, my fingers dig into Tristan’s ass mercilessly, the walls of my pussy squeeze desperately around the base of Julian’s cock. The pleasure grows so intense that it is indistinguishable from pain. An explosion occurs deep in my core, and my entire body is racked with tremors of ecstasy.
“Aaaagggghhh!” I yell, not caring if the entire Philosophy Department hears me and comes bursting in.
“Fuuuuccckkk!” Tristan groans at exactly the same time Julian half hisses and half growls some indistinguishable word.
Julian, utterly spent from coming inside of me while Tristan came inside of him, melts, his chest melding into mine. My pussy pumps and pumps and pumps Julian’s cock, instinctively milking it for every last drop of come. Each clench sends an intense burst of achy pleasure coursing through my veins, making me greedy for more.
I grind up into Julian just a few more times and squeeze Tristan’s ass even tighter. Another thrust, another, I am so close to coming again…
Tristan slides out of Julian almost completely, then, with great force, thrusts hard back into him, causing Julian to pump into me, and that is all it takes—“Aaaaaaayyyyyyyy!”
Julian catches me in another kiss. I open my mouth, eager to entwine our tongues, to suffocate with him as my pussy convulses with the aftershocks of a third orgasm.
Tristan pulls back, and the table creaks under his shifting weight. My clamped hands somehow release his ass cheeks and fall limp onto the table. I cannot feel them, nor my toes, nor any part of me that is not currently merged with Julian.
Julian lifts his face up, and his half-open eyes find mine. He smiles at me and I smile back. The oxytocin flooding my brain tells me I want to nuzzle into him and fall asleep. His fingers brush my forehead, pushing mussed hair back. He kisses me in a way that could only be described as tender—I’m going to blame that on oxytocin too.
The sound of a belt sliding through loops interrupts my fluffy thoughts.
“Well,” Tristan drawls, only the tiniest hint of physical exertion in his voice, “I’ve got my blackmail then. Nice doing business, Winters.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see Tristan grab two phones from where he’s propped them on a chair. He hits the stop record button first on his, then on mine.
This snaps me out of my hormone-induced deceptive bliss. I push against Julian’s chest lightly. He props himself up, causing his dick to slide out of me, leaving me feeling deflated, empty.
Julian lets me up, but he does not move to get dressed right away. I catch his eyes, still warm and thoughtful. I look away quickly. Reality is flooding back to me, and it’s not pretty.
I just had sex with my TA while the most loathsome person I’ve ever met fucked him in the ass on the conference table of the Philosophy Department lounge, and the whole thing was recorded on not one, but two phones. Why did Tristan even record it on my phone? Why didn’t I set up a password? How the hell did any of this happen?
That’s right, I remind myself, because I slept through a discussion section and didn’t want to get caught. I’m so dumb.
I spring up off the table and start dashing around the room, zigzagging back and forth as I spot articles of clothing. I don’t see my underwear anywhere, and I don’t want to take the time to find them so I put my pants on without them. My fingers are shaking too much to properly clasp my bra and I don’t want either of them to see that, so I settle for a single hook and throw my shirt on over it. One of my socks is inside out when I shove my left foot into it—also not a
concern at the moment.
“Calm down, Mia.” Julian chuckles. My head whips toward him, I wonder if I look as much like a trapped rabid animal as I feel. He blinks at me like a cat, a soft, easy smirk on his lips.
“I am calm,” I reply. “I just—I just…like he said.” I nod in Tristan’s vague direction, absolutely refusing to look at him. “Blackmail, done. So now”—I start looking around the room again, certain there must be something for me to busy myself with—“now, I have things to do. So I have to leave.” Ah! I remember. My backpack!
I practically leap back into the closet, sling my bag over one shoulder, and head for the door, staying as close to the wall, and as far away from Julian and Tristan, as I can. “So, yeah, I, like I said, things to do. So…so I’m leaving. Bye.”
I slide back the bolt and open the door, my heart pounding. I am more than halfway on the other side of it, almost free—but then—
“Don’t you want your phone?” Tristan drawls, obviously amused—the smug prick.
I spin back around, march right up to him, snatch my phone out of his hands, give him a harsh glare, and, in one fluid motion, pivot so I am back en route to the door.
“See you in class tomorrow!” Julian calls after me. I have no idea how to evaluate that statement right now. I let the door swing shut behind me then practically run down three flights of stairs and out of the hall.
What the hell is wrong with me? I ask myself over and over again as I walk across campus, so fast that I would look to anyone like I must have a purpose, like I must have a place to be. In reality though, I don’t know where I am going and I don’t care. I’m just walking as fast as possible because, well, because I’m silently freaking out and there’s no way I can tell anyone about this—not even Leanne, my roommate and best friend. Especially not Leanne! I correct myself. She’s had a crush on Julian since they met.
I walk my familiar route around the block, but no matter how much or how fast I walk, I can’t escape from the echoes of insanely intense orgasms as they ricochet inside of me. Nor can I un-feel Julian’s kisses, or lick away the metallic taste of his blood from me biting his lip too hard. I also can’t un-see the way Tristan’s face twisted up as he came hard in Julian’s ass—it’s probably the only honest expression I’ve ever seen on his face.
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