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Brad glowers at Carter. “I worked her up. She’s mine to fuck.”
“Then I guess you should have made her come, like I’m going to,” Carter says and spreads my legs with sharp kicks to my instep. “Boxers too, Doll.”
I jerk his boxers down, and he pushes me back on his desk. Within a breath, he yanks my panties to the side and lines his cock against me. His hand presses low on my belly to hold me in place as he slowly slides into me.
My gaze catches Brad’s. His jaw tics and his brows drop as he stalks back from locking the door. “I didn’t edge her for your pleasure.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m the one buried in her right now, aren’t I?” Carter snorts.
They’re both so possessive, it’s ridiculous, but I love it. I love that they both want me badly enough to fight over me. Brad hisses ‘fuck you’, but when he sees I’m smiling, he unzips his pants and narrows his eyes. “You’re taking us both, then.”
“That’s not the deal,” Carter says as he picks up his pace. “So you get to listen to her and watch her come for my cock the way she didn’t for your fingers.”
“Yeah, I’ll watch, but you get to hear nothing,” Brad snarls. “Give me your mouth, little slut.”
He jerks me closer as Carter grabs my hips to keep me in place. Brad drops his pants and thrusts into my mouth when I open it to moan. His cock hits the back of my throat and he groans.
“Just as wet as your pussy,” Brad pants.
Every thrust roughens, like it’s my fault they’re hard, and I love it. I love that they can’t control themselves with me. All they can do is chase their pleasure. I’m the source.
They are still using me in a tug of war, both of them wanting to come before the other. They may be in battle with each other, but I’m in the middle. I get all their pleasure and my own, and having them this determined makes me feel powerful.
I moan around Brad’s cock and bounce between them as much as I can. Carter’s hold on my hips is as tight as Brad’s grasp in my hair as they use me how they need, fucking me with relentless need. My legs start shaking, my pussy squeezing. I’m so close, so desperate to come from all the teasing through class.
“Are you that close, Doll? That close to coming all over my cock?” Carter snarls. “I don’t think you have permission.”
My gaze snaps to his as I whimper around Brad’s cock, and he thrusts even deeper down my throat, choking me on his length. I struggle to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch how shiny and wet Brad’s cock is because of my mouth even as Carter picks up his pace, nearly making me fall as he snarls my name.
Carter succumbs first, filling me with cum as he groans. He pants as my eyes roll back and my orgasm comes crashing down. Carter stills me as I hollow my cheeks around Brad’s cock until he stiffens and holds himself deep inside. Cum trickles down my throat, and I struggle for my next breath as he grinds into my throat.
I’m exhausted, shaky, and spent, at least for the moment. My body is limp as their cocks leave me. I blink slowly and stand up as I wet my lips and slump into Carter’s hold.
He chuckles. “I thought you knew how to handle both of us, Doll.”
“So much edging,” I sigh. “But so good to be shared.”
My boyfriends put themselves back together and snap my panties back into place.
Brad adjusts my skirt and glowers at Carter. “Steal her from me again and I won’t work her up in class.”
“Sure, because you can resist Katie so much better than I can,” Carter quips back.
I smile again. They’re possessive and demanding, but they’re mine.
Chapter two
My legs are still a little wobbly as I wander to the living room. Carter and Brad grab something quick to drink from the kitchen as my eyes fall on Henry.
I step closer and place a soft kiss on his cheek with a smile. “Hi, Daddy.”
He draws me closer, gentry stroking through my hair. “How was school?”
I’m sure my face is neon red from the mention of it. Memories of the end of class flit through my mind along with Brad’s insistent fingers working inside me until I don’t remember a thing I should know.
I dip my chin. “It was good.” And I quickly sit on the couch. “I’m enjoying classes and everything.”
“Is that so?” Henry glances at his sons and arches an eyebrow. “Why do I feel like you’re enjoying classes because of two people in particular? You both know she’s there to study, not for your fun, right?”
