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“Who said we don’t like you, CT?” Colt speaks up as he plops down on the couch.
“Really? First, what is with the stupid nick names? They’re driving me crazy. What the hell does ‘CT’ mean? My name is Phoenix, use it. Second, you three have been complete assholes to me since I started, and don’t even make me bring up the tree incident from earlier. You three have this weird power at school and that’s fine, I’m just trying to graduate and move on in life.”
“Are you?” Daxon narrows his eyes, towering over me. “You came to my house, Spitfire. You wanted to be here. So now, here you are." He takes me from Mason’s grip as he falls back onto the couch. He drags me on top of his lap, wrapping his hand in my hair.
Jedi control, Jedi motherfucking control.
I stare into his beautiful green eyes and steel myself. “Yes, I am. And I just told you I had no clue this was your place. I’m offering to go.” My entire body has every nerve ending on fire. I feel like I could combust at any moment. I am trying to hold myself just over his lap so that I am not touching him in an area I can bet is rock hard right now.
“And we want you to stay,” Mason says has he comes up behind me.
“You’re different.” Daxon thumbs my bottom lip.
“No shit?” I retort. “We have well established that I don’t belong at this fucking school.”
Daxon chuckles as he moves his hands to my hips and pulls me down on top of him. The only thing separating us are his pants and my scrap of material they call a thong. Note to self: avoid fucking dresses.
“We like you.” Mason tips my head back so I can look at him.
My brows pull inward, and I frown. “I highly doubt that. You have been tormenting me since the day I got here. Then you left me high and dry against the tree. So, you’ve had your fun with me, so let me go. You’re not doing that to me again,” I snap at him, unable to move my head because of his hands wrapped in my hair.
“I doubt you were anything but dry,” Colt pipes up from right next to us, watching what his friends are doing to me. “When we left you on your knees.”
“In fact.” Mason starts to kiss along my neck. “I know you are probably dripping wet right now. Are you making a wet spot on Dax’s jeans right now?”
My breathing picks up and my entire body reacts to every single thing they are doing to me. My mind has lost all sensibility, and all I can think about is how it would feel to be fucked by one of them. Hell, all three of them.
Oh my God, what am I even thinking about? All three of them? My brain’s completely misfiring.
“What do you want, Spitfire?” Daxon’s hands travel up my thighs pushing under my dress. He pulls me closer, and I can feel how hard he is under his jeans.
What do I want? Right at this very moment, I want each of them to fuck me into oblivion. I want to come so hard I sleep for a fucking week. I want to be fucked into forgetting my name.
Mindlessly, I start to slowly grind against his cock. I’m so lost and turned on that I don’t even care who it is at this point. I just need a release. Please just let them give me that release.
Mason tilts my head back and slams his mouth into mine, his tongue pushing against mine. He pulls back and uses his teeth to pull my lower lip, only to once again mold his lips to mine. I feel hands, that I can only assume are Colton’s, caressing my breasts, finding my nipples under my shirt and pulling on them, as I start to feel the building of my impending orgasm.
“Do you wanna come, sweetheart?” Daxon says as he starts to move me back and forth along his hardened cock faster.
I pull away from Mason just long enough to let out, “Yes, please.” My voice is hoarse with lust. His hands grip my hips harder, helping me hit the sweet spot I need.
Daxon shifts slightly and I can feel myself about to fall over that wall. My body tingles, and I can feel myself starting to peak. “Come for us, baby. Let us watch you come undone.”
With his words, I come crashing down, my entire body shaking through a complete euphoric rush. My moans and screams swallowed by Mason’s mouth as he continues to kiss me through it.
Mason pulls away, and I close my eyes trying to calm myself down. Except when I open them, I see a sinister smile on Daxon’s face and feel his erection pressing against my throbbing and very sensitive clit.
“Mm, that was beautiful, Red.” Mason strokes the side of my face, and that’s when it hits me. What I let them do to me.
Shit.
Immediately I push off of Daxon and scramble out of their reach. I shake my head and hold up my hands to keep them from advancing towards me. “No,” I whisper.
Turning for the door, I run out of the room and try to weave my way through the crowd of bodies gyrating on each other.
I send a text message to Liz that I’m headed back to the dorm, that I don’t feel good and then I call an Uber. Running out the same way I came in, I march past the valet people and head to the end of the drive. When I get far enough away, I turn back to look at the mansion and see three figures standing there at the front door.
The hair on the back of my neck raises, and I turn and run towards my destination. I’m only waiting about five minutes when my Uber pulls up and I get into the safety of the stranger’s car.