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Chapter Ten

When I arrive back at the house, there's a delivery package addressed to Helix resting against our door. I snag it. My roommates are probably in the middle of a game or a practice or whatever they're doing, and this is the nice thing to do, bringing in their mail.

The note I left them, letting them know I was meeting up with a friend for coffee, is still sitting untouched on the hallway table. They probably don't even know I left. If they're gaming, they're probably locked in and letting the real world fade away around them.

I get it. I've done the same, losing hours without realizing it when I'm in a writing flow. I decide to leave the package in the kitchen, where they'll definitely see it. Who knows if they'll think to check the hall table.

The door to the computer den is open, and as I pass by, I can't help but peek in.

"Clarissa," calls Lionel sharply.

Doubling back, I stop in their doorway, careful not to set foot inside the off-limits room.

"Where were you?" asks Lionel, leaning back in his gaming chair.

"A café with a friend. Did you not see my note?"

"No, but so long as it wasn't a date," says Miles, looking me over. Probably to make sure I'm not dressed in date attire, not that he would know what I'd wear on a date since they've never taken me out. "What's with the package?"

"I found it out on the stoop." I check the label again. "It's for Helix."

"I paid extra for immediate delivery." Helix smiles lazily as he holds out his hand for the package.

I'm not falling for it. My roommates were very clear about not stepping into their gaming room. I stay where I am.

"Bring it here," says Helix. "You can come in. Just this one time."

"What did you order?" asks Quintin as I drop my bag to the floor and cross the room to Helix.

"I can show you," says Helix. "If Clarissa is up for assisting."

"You need my help to show us what you ordered?" It can't be that hard to open the package and pull whatever it is out.

"Yeah. If you're up for it." Helix shakes the box at me. "I ordered it right after breakfast."

"After breakfast." I don't know exactly what Helix ordered, but I definitely remember the conversation he and Quintin had at the table. Glancing at Quintin, who is biting his lip, I bet he's remembering the exact same thing.

"Are you up for it?" asks Helix. "You're allowed to say no, but I'd love you to show my teammates what I ordered because some of them weren't there for this morning's debriefing."

The other gamers move in a little closer on their rolling computer chairs, tension filling the room.

I could say no and head upstairs to continue what I was working on at the café.

But then I'd miss out on what is in the box, and it'll only be brought up later, either in conversation or to my room.

Besides, isn't this part of the experience I've signed up for?

Helix is offering me something new right now, right here.

"Okay."

"Okay what?" Helix fingers the tape holding the box closed.

"Okay, I'll help you show everyone what you ordered," I say in a small voice, my stomach churning with anticipation and nerves … and excitement. These guys haven't hurt me once. Even if I was nervous about trying something, they've always made me feel good in the end. And throughout.

"Awesome." An excited, megawatt smile lights up his face, and he turns off his computer screen. "Come lean over onto my desk."

I move between Helix and the Ethan's empty chair to the desk. I'm not sure exactly what Helix wants me to do, so I half sit, half lean on the desk, still facing the group.

Where is Ethan? Should we wait for him?

Helix opens the box. I want to peek, but Quintin is already there looking over Helix's shoulder. And his grin makes me nervous.

"Maybe it would be better if Clarissa was actually leaning over more?" suggests Quintin. "She'd have to get her shoulders onto the desk for the best view and there's not enough space with the computers."

My shoulders onto the desk? Best view? I don't understand what they're talking about, but they're looking more excited by the moment.

"Clarissa, why don't you come over here instead," says Lionel, patting his lap. "You can put your hands on my thighs. That will get you in the best position."

"Are you sure?" asks Helix. "You won't have a good view."

"I can look after," says Lionel. "Besides, this way I get Clarissa touching me."

They all look at me, waiting. My stomach flutters as I realize I have to move, bend over, and look Lionel in the eye while touching him in front of all of my other boyfriends.

Well, I did agree to this. Slowly, I straighten and shuffle over to stand in front of Lionel.

"Put your hands on his lap," says Quintin.

"Right here." Lionel points to the top of his thighs. Very close to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

My mouth suddenly feels dry, and I lick my lips. Lionel watches the small motion very closely.

Then I place my hands just shy of where Lionel pointed.

If I put my hands there, my thumbs will brush the still-growing bulge.

I'm also very conscious of the fact that my ass is now pointed at the rest of the group, and that if I lift my eyes, I'll be staring at Lionel's lips.

I'd only have to lean forward the tiniest bit and we could kiss.

"We forgot to have to drop your pants first," says Helix over the rustling of the packaging paper in the box.

"Fail," chuckles Quintin.

I start to stand, but Lionel covers my hands on his thighs with his own.

"Arrow, why don't you help Clarissa out?" says Lionel.

There's movement behind me as Quintin moves to stand directly behind me, so close as he wraps his hand around my hips to unbutton and unzip my jeans.

I can't tell if he pulls me back so my ass hits against his cock hardening in his sweatpants, or if I'm so on edge being on display like this in front of my roommates that I press back into him, seeking comfort.

Quintin takes a moment to grind against my ass so I can feel just how much he wants me. And I can't help but remember the way he did this exact same move last night in my bed before sliding his hard cock inside my tight, wet pussy. Is he going to do that same thing again?

Glancing up into Lionel's eyes, I wonder if Lionel is hoping he does.

Would he want to watch his teammate fuck me?

All of them are here. Would they take turns?

Could I manage to take them all, one right after the other?

My panties dampen at the thought. And as soon as Quintin pulls down my jeans, they'll all see how wet and ready I am.

It's not them getting me wet, though. It's the idea of what could happen. Am I about to take five big, hard cocks in my pussy for my future readers? Yes, definitely. It's absolutely not because I want to feel all of my boyfriends inside me. One after the other.

Quintin hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and drags them down over my hips. The backs of his thumbs draw a line of heat down my thighs as he bares me not only to himself, but to his friends.

I shiver as he steps away, letting his teammates get a good look at the wet spot forming on my panties. Blatant and embarrassing evidence of how glad I am to help Helix show our roommates whatever he ordered.

I wait for any of them to say something about how turned on I am, but it doesn't happen.

"Pull down her panties too," says Helix.

I can't tell if the churning in my stomach is from nerves or excitement, but when Quintin runs a finger over the wet spot and up the crack between my ass cheeks, I'm blushing and biting my lower lip in an effort to keep silent. He definitely knows now .

Quintin drags my panties to the floor, where they stretch between my ankles along with my jeans. If I tried to run, I'd trip and fall over. But as I flex my fingers on Lionel's thighs, I know I'm not going anywhere. I want to experience this fully.

For my readers, obviously. They'd be so disappointed if I walked away right now.

A little voice in my head says, So would I . But that voice is stupid. This is just research, nothing more.

"Are you ready to show everyone what I ordered?" asks Helix, his lips near my ear.

When did he move so close?

"Yes," I whisper, my gaze fixed on Lionel's hard cock tenting his sweatpants so I don't have to look any of them in the eye.

"Good girl," murmurs Helix. A thrill runs through me at the words, just like when Lionel said them in the kitchen.

"Let me help you," offers Quintin, shifting to stand at my side, his stiff cock pressed against my bare hip through his sweatpants. Then his hands are on my ass. And he spreads my cheeks.

My eyes go wide. All of them are now staring down at my most forbidden hole. I'm not sure what to do except hold still. Sure, I'd pressed my ass back against Quintin last night, but I was sleepy and horny, I didn't actually mean it.

Did I?

Lionel's cock twitches as something prods at my back entrance. I clutch his thighs harder. It's a weird sensation, but … I think I might like it.

"You're being such a good girl," says Helix, gently pressing whatever it is against my asshole just a little bit harder—not hard enough to slip inside, but enough to make my think about what it would feel like if it did. "You want us to fuck your ass, and this will help prepare you for our cocks."

"Isn't this so nice of Helix to buy you this toy?" says Quintin, dragging his erection across my hip as he holds my ass open for his friend. "Do you want to say thank you to him?"

"Thank you, Helix," I whimper. Helix pulls the toy away and squirts a cool liquid over my hole.

"Now relax," says Lionel, pulling my chin up so I have to look him in the eyes, "so your boyfriend can put your new butt plug all the way in."