Virgin in the Middle Page 6

  I kiss Anthony, our lips tight together, and grab at his nice dress shirt, pulling so hard a button flies off. He doesn't seem to mind.

  "You want more?" Anthony asks, one eyebrow raised. Beside him, Vin smirks.

  "Hell fucking yes I do," I respond. Then I grab Vin's shirt too, and start to undo it, my fingers fumbling.

  "Someone's eager." Vin laughs, and gently grasps my wrists to stop me. In one smooth move, he tears the shirt open. Anthony does the same, and all three of us laugh as buttons shower the bed. "Not as eager as I am though," Vin adds, sliding back down against me, even as we both work at the clasp of his jeans.

  They flip me onto my back between them as both guys pull their jeans down, their boxers next. My eyes widen as I take in Vin’s naked body, his sharply outlined muscles drawing my gaze straight to his hard cock. He’s bigger than I could have imagined, thick and slightly curved upward, so long his cock almost touches his belly.

  “Wow,” is all I manage to say.

  Vin catches my hand, gently guiding my fingers to his cock, and I wrap my fingers around him. “Feel how much I want you, Cass?” he murmurs. He feels velvety smooth over a rock hard center, and I marvel at his size as I trace my hand along his length.

  Before I can fully appreciate Vin, though, Anthony is beside me, and my eyes widen as I take him in too. His cock is a little shorter than Vin’s but thicker. Anthony’s muscles are cut in a sharp V-line, straight to his crotch, and his cock swollen with lust, on full display. I reach for him with my other hand, and Anthony lets me, a smile in his eyes and on his full mouth as I tighten my grip around him next.

  “Tell us what you want us to do to you, Cassidy,” Anthony breathes as he leans in to kiss my neck.

  Fucking hell.

  Anything.

  Everything.

  But I know what they want to hear. And what I really want to happen. “Fuck me,” I murmur, tightening my grip on both of them at once, sliding my hand up and down their hard cocks.

  Vin sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth, and Anthony moans faintly in my ear as I turn to kiss first one and then the other.

  The guys make eye contact over my head, some unspoken decision, and then I feel Vin sliding around behind me, while Anthony sucks my lower lip into his mouth, his tongue toying with mine.

  Vin runs his hands over my ass, squeezing tightly, and I moan into Anthony’s mouth. I feel Vin’s hands wrap around my hips and tug me backward, and I fall onto all fours on the bed. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his finger tracing up my slit.

  Anthony leans back to watch, his lips falling from mine, but I’m not ready to stop touching him. I grab Anthony’s waist and pull him toward me, looking up into his eyes as I kiss his stomach, the tops of his thighs, letting his cock brush my cheek.

  “You are so fucking hot,” Anthony whispers, running his hands through my hair. “Do you want to suck my cock while Vin fucks you, Cass?”

  In response, I run my tongue over his length, tracing the vein that runs beneath his cock, and circling my tongue around his swollen head. I’m so caught up in exploring Anthony that I tense in surprise when Vin presses his cock against my ass, slowly tracing his way down between my legs, letting his cock tease at my pussy lips. I pull away from Anthony to glance down and savor the view of his thick cock, encased in a condom, sliding up and down my slit.

  “Fuck me, Vin,” I gasp, tense with want.

  “You want me to deflower you?” I hear the grin in his voice even without looking up.

  “You want to be our little slut?” Anthony adds, thrusting his hips forward so his cock brushes my lips again. I part them and let him slide inside fully now, groaning with pleasure.

  “Mmhmm,” I mumble around his thick member, and I love the shiver of pleasure that runs through Anthony’s body.

  Then Vin thrusts into me from behind, and I can hardly concentrate on sucking Anthony’s cock because Vin feels so fucking good. My pussy stretches tight around him, a brief spike of pain followed by pleasure at how thick he is, how deeply his cock fills me.

  “Fuck, you are so tight,” Vin groans through gritted teeth.

  Anthony winds his hands through my hair and tightens them into fists. “Suck me, Cass.”

  I trail my tongue along Anthony’s cock and start to sway with Vin’s thrusts, sliding my mouth up and down Anthony’s hard length. Vin thrusts into me, his cock driving deep into my pussy with every slam of his hips against mine. He starts to fuck faster, his hands digging into my hips, and I tighten my grip on Anthony’s hips in response, loving the way Anthony pulls my hair. He starts to thrust against my lips, fucking my mouth at the same rhythm that Vin slams into me from behind. It doesn’t take long before I feel the orgasm building, my belly tightening as my pussy clenches hard around Vin. I moan around Anthony, my mouth full.

  “She’s getting close,” Vin says, and I groan again in response, feeling Anthony tense against me.

  Then, without warning, Vin pulls out of me. So does Anthony, and I gasp in protest, lifting my head to glare at the guys. But they’re busy climbing around me on the bed, switching places, and my jaw drops as I realize what’s happening. They’re taking turns.

  Before I have time to react, Anthony is behind me, where Vin knelt a moment ago. He slips on a condom in record time, and pushes into me slower than Vin at first, letting me adjust to his thicker cock. I moan faintly, but then Vin is in front of me, his cock brushing against my lips, having just peeled off the condom he was wearing. This time when I part my lips to take him into my mouth, I taste sex all over him, and it makes me hot as hell.

  Anthony pulls out of me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him, while Vin eases into my mouth. At first I think he’s going to stop, let me take control, but instead, he tightens his hands in my hair and tilts my head back.

  “That’s it. Deeper, Cass.” Vin groans deep in his throat as he slides into my throat. His cock touches the back of my throat and my body tenses, but he releases his grip on my hair, touches my cheeks gently instead. “Relax, Cass. Give up control.”

  So I do. I let my jaw go slack, my eyes lifting up to watch Vin’s expression as he pushes his cock into my throat, slowly. His hooded, dark eyes bore into mine, and then Anthony slams into me from behind once more, and all three of us gasp in unison. Vin pulls out of my throat, lets me lick and suck at the tip of his cock for a moment before he slides back into my mouth, and Anthony thrusts his hips into mine, his balls slapping against my pussy lips as his cock slides fully inside me.

  We find our rhythm faster this time, all three of us moving as one, Vin fucking my throat and Anthony fucking me harder and faster with every second. Before long, the orgasm rises up again, and this time, the guys don’t stop me.

  “Come for us, Cass,” Anthony grunts, angling his hips so his cock slides against my front wall, hitting my G-spot dead on. “Come for me.”

  I cry out as the orgasm hits me, and Vin speeds up his thrusts into my mouth, the vibration of my lips around him setting him over the edge too. His hands fist in my hair as he finishes, groaning aloud as he comes. I’m trembling, my pussy tightening convulsively around Anthony, and Vin draws back just far enough to free my mouth so I can moan again as Anthony comes inside me, growling as he finishes.

  All three of us collapse to the sheets, soaked in sweat, and Vin tilts my chin up to claim my mouth in a long kiss. When we pull apart, Anthony grabs my chin as well, gently turning me to the side so he can kiss me next. We’re a tangle of sticky, sweaty limbs, Anthony’s arms around my waist and Vin’s draped across my shoulders. I don’t know how long we lie like that, enjoying the blissful tingle in our limbs, the heavy scent of sex in the room and our mutual aftershocks, before Vin’s hands slide down my waist toward my hips, and Anthony sits up beside us to trace the outline of my pussy, and we get lost in pleasure yet again…

  6

  It’s been a week since my first night with the guys. Every night since then has been some variation on the
theme—Vin pinning me against the wall of the dorm room while Anthony jerks off watching us, all three of us moaning so loudly I almost worried that someone would call the dorm monitors; or the next night when Anthony went down on me while I sucked Vin’s cock, all three of us tangled in the sheets of Vin’s bed.

  I had a bio mid-term this morning, but that didn’t stop us last night when I got home to find both guys naked and erect, standing in the middle of the dorm room dragging my coat off my body the second I walked through the door. Last night ended with me on all fours, Anthony’s cock down my throat as Vin fucked me from behind, his long, thick cock hitting all the right places with every thrust. I never knew that I could take a cock as thick as his, never mind two at once. But there was something so hot about hearing them both groaning, and feeling Anthony’s cock twitch between my lips every time I moaned around his hard length, or being able to clench my pussy tight and feel Vin jump inside me at the same time.

  I was sore all over this morning, but I didn’t regret a second of it. That is, not until I walked into my bio class and sat down in front of a mid-term test full of words I barely recognized. Vin smiled at me over his shoulder, trying to reassure me, but I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t remember any of the terms on this test—all I could think about was how it felt when Vin came inside me with an animal, guttural groan. The way it tasted when Anthony finished a moment later, and his thick cum coated my throat. The way Vin reached around to tease my already-aching clit until I came too, all three of us collapsing in a sweaty heap on the floor of our dorm, catching our breath until we were ready to do it again…

  Those kinds of thoughts obviously didn’t help me ace the test.

  Now I’m left staring at my exam results, posted on our class website just a few hours later, feeling a sinking knot form in my stomach. Shit. C-.

  That grade isn’t as bad as it could have been—considering how little I studied, I deserved much worse. But it’s not the kind of score that will have me acing this course, or getting good placement in a grad school after this.

  When I came here, I swore I’d keep my head on straight. Focus on what mattered, and not get caught up in romances or anything stupid. Now, just a few weeks in, I’m already letting these guys go straight to my head. What is wrong with me?

  I can’t keep doing this.

  I walk back to my dorm, shoulders sagging. All I can think about, yet again, is the look on the guys’ faces when I walk in. I know just how they’ll seem. Anthony gazing at me with his usual bright sunny smile, tinted with a hint of desire. Vin giving me his dark, brooding bedroom eyes, ready to jump my bones the moment I enter. But I need to talk to them instead. I need to tell them to calm down because otherwise, I’ll flunk out of college long before we can fully live out every dirty dream we want to do to one another.

  I just hope I can keep my brain in my head long enough to have that conversation. Because it’s not just the guys—every time I see them, I want to rip their clothes off, run my hands over their perfectly sculpted bodies, let them take me however they want to, whenever they want to…

  I swallow hard outside the dorm room door and square my shoulders. Right. Here goes nothing.

  I push the door open and step inside. For a moment, I feel cowardly relief—the room is dark, no sign of the guys anywhere.

  Then arms wrap around me from behind and I feel a weight on my shoulders. I cry out in surprise, but not before a voice greets me.

  “Guess who!”

  My mouth drops open and I freeze in place, confused. I know that voice, of course. But how could…?

  “Nita?” I ask, spinning around to take in my best friend’s inexplicable presence.

  “How’s it going?” she asks, beaming.

  “What are you doing here?” My head still swims. Last I knew she was on the West Coast.

  “I had to come back home for some stuff, figured I’d take an extra Friday off and drop by.” She punches my arm, grinning. “Besides, I was worried about you.”

  “Cassidy?”

  At the sound of my name, my stomach does another flip, and I turn to find Anthony in the doorway. He’s smiling, polite, but there’s clearly a question in his eyes.

  “Hey Anthony,” I say, trying to warn him without speaking to hold his tongue. “This is my friend—”

  “Nita,” he supplies with a grin. “We’ve met. How do you think she got into our room?”

  Oh. Right. Duh.

  “Thanks for that, by the way,” she says, batting her eyes. Then she spins back to me and flashes a wink, hopefully too quickly for Anthony to catch. “Anyway. I wanted to see how you’re doing in person. You know, after that grim text last week. Then I didn’t hear from you all week…”

  Over her shoulder, I catch a glimpse of Anthony raising his eyebrows in question. Meanwhile, my mind races, trying to figure out what I last told her.

  Oh. Crap. The night after Vin left me in the woods, and I assumed it was because of what I told him. About my virginity…

  Anthony is still watching me closely, and I don’t want to get into the full conversation with Nita, not yet. It’s too much to explain. I just shake my head and force a wide, bright smile. “I’m doing good. Sorry, got caught up in school stuff.” Inadvertently, I glance down at the phone in my hand, still open to the page where my exam results show. Unfortunately, Nita follows my gaze, and her eyes widen.

  “You’re doing good, really?” she asks, snatching the phone before I can shut it off. She squints at the grade, frowning. “This isn’t like you, Cass. Are you really okay?”

  “What’s not like her?” Anthony asks, leaning in, and Nita turns the phone around to show him the grade.

  My cheeks flare red-hot, and I snatch it back. Not fast enough to hide the C- on the screen, though. “It’s just one test,” I mumble. “I can make up for it with some extra credit work.”

  “Just one test, in your favorite class,” Nita counters, shaking her head. “You definitely need some friend love. I’ll stick around for a while.” She nudges me with a hip, grinning. “Study session tonight? You’re invited too if you want,” she adds to Anthony with a wink, and my cheeks flare for a completely different reason.

  He smiles at her, and there’s an unpleasant curl of jealousy in my stomach. But is that even fair? What am I to the guys, just a hook-up? I’m not their girlfriend, am I? So could I be jealous if they wanted to flirt with someone else?

  Nita catches my expression and frowns, and I shake my head with a sigh. “Sure. Study session later. But I’ve got to shower real quick, can I meet you downstairs?”

  The moment she leaves, Anthony frowns at me. “What’s going on?” he asks gently. “Your friend is worried about you?”

  “It’s just school stuff—”

  “She didn’t see your grades until just now,” he points out. The door opens again and we both freeze, thinking it’s Nita returning. But it’s only Vin. He crosses the room to kiss my cheek, but I flinch, and now he’s frowning at me too.

  “What’s up?” he asks, looking between Anthony and me, picking up on the tension in the room.

  “Nita doesn’t know about us, does she?” Anthony asks. But the way he says it, it sounds like he’s upset, almost offended.

  Vin tilts his head, eyebrows knitting together. “Nita, the one you mentioned before?” he says, eyes boring into mine. “Your best friend?”

  “She showed up for a visit unexpectedly.” I wince, avoiding Anthony’s question.

  He isn’t willing to let it drop. “You didn’t tell your best friend that you’re seeing us?”

  “I…” I shake my head. Seeing them? Dating them? Is that what we’re doing? I can’t quite bring myself to ask, though, because I’m afraid of what their answer might be. “Nita’s pretty straight-laced. And she knows I’m a virgin. She’d freak out if she learned that my first time… That I’m seeing two guys at once right now. It’s strange, okay, you have to admit that much.” I bite my lip.

  But t
he guys’ frowns only deepen. “Are you embarrassed by us?” Anthony scowls.

  Vin, for his part, just watches us silently, processing. The pained look on his face sends an arrow straight to my heart. But what can I do? The situation isn’t normal. And Nita would freak out if she knew…

  “It’s not that,” I protest. “I just… I need to give her some time. Before I spring something like this.”

  “Give her some time,” Vin repeats. “Right.”

  I grimace, closing my eyes so I don’t need to watch their faces anymore. “Is that okay?”

  “For now,” Vin replies.

  When I open my eyes again, both guys are gone, and I wonder with a sinking sensation in my chest if I’ve lost them both.

  “Okay, what’s going on?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask innocently. Nita sits across from me in the dimly-lit library, brow furrowed as she studies my face rather than the textbook open between us.

  “You’re drifting. Did you even hear the last question I asked you?”

  “Um… Something about cell structure?” I force a wide smile.

  She rolls her eyes. “Cass, this isn’t like you. Normally you’re totally focused. Normally you’re the one making me pay attention. What’s really going on?”

  “Nothing,” I reply, too fast and too nervously.

  Those wide brown eyes of hers narrow. “Is it the guy you told me about?”

  My face flushes. Nita saw Anthony in my room—hell, Anthony let her in. Plus, she’s observant—she probably noticed the photos Vin hung around his bed, of him in lacrosse gear or the picture of him and his little sister posing for the camera. Has she guessed that my complaints about the guy who wouldn’t bang a virgin were about Anthony or Vin? Or that the two guys I was choosing between are my roommates?

  “It’s not exactly that…”

  She rolls her eyes. “Cass, I told you, he’s an asshole, whoever he is. Get over him. And hey, weren’t there two guys chasing you for a while? Who’s the other one?”