Page 6 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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Music pumps through the speakers as I move from my spot in the corner to search for my brother. Locating the tall fuck shouldn’t be this difficult. He’s about four inches taller than me. His six-foot-seven frame should be towering over the raucous crowd.

Twisting, I step around a group of giggling sorority girls rushing for the pool out back based on their bikinis.

We’ve only been in Groveton College for three weeks. My brother and I both play sports. Mason’s tall ass plays soccer, and I’m a wide receiver for Groveton’s football team.

After our dad’s company was outbid, taking all the potential opportunities with some of the biggest names in business, his investors withdrew their support.

Chaotic . That’s the only word to describe the last three months. My parents scrambled to salvage what they could, but ultimately, it wasn’t enough. With the loss of big investors?—

Clenching my fist at my side, I push away my anger. We’ve spent months being angry—Groveton is our fresh start.

When our parents could no longer afford the tuition at our former school, one of the country’s top HBCUs, my father used one of his fraternity brother’s connections to get us a spot here.

I walk down another hallway, pushing through a sea of college students, all trying to end the summer and start the semester with a bang.

Something I’d very much like to be doing.

Sorority pussy or fraternity dick, either or both, will do.

An image of the Cooper pops into my mind, and I wonder if he’s into guys.

I’m tempted to search for him in this sea of people to figure it out.

But first, I need to locate my damn twin.

Gritting my teeth, I yank my phone from my pocket, pulling up our text messages.

Me: Where the fuck are you, asshole?

I wait a few minutes before I shoot off another message.

Me: Mase, if you’re already balls deep in a girl while I’m out here searching for Shemar Moore-looking-ass, I’m going to put my size thirteen up your ass.

But there’s still no response.

“Fuck this,” I huff, scanning the crowd for someone who may potentially be willing to play for the night.

My eyes lock in on a fine-ass girl standing by the door.

Her umber skin looks as if it’s glowing even from across the dimly lit room.

Her locs are twisted into a braid that hangs over her shoulder down to the tip of her very curvy hips.

Her gaze meets mine, and a smirk curls onto her face, further highlighting how fucking beautiful she is.

Grinning, she lifts her index finger and summons me over.

Hello!

I’m in the middle of the dance floor, dodging drunk students, when a girl with curly hair that falls down the middle of her back stops in front of the one who beckoned me over.

Pausing, I take a moment to observe their interaction.

The new girl leans forward, whispering something into the other girl’s ear.

My gaze travels the length of the newcomer, starting at her long, toned bronze legs that lead up to a tight tan-colored dress that accentuates her ass.

I can’t see her face, but she definitely has an athletic build.

I’m about to continue walking over to where they stand when the girl on the wall grabs the other girl’s hand, pulling her out onto the dance floor.

Our gazes connect as she nears. Her mischievous, deep chestnut eyes glimmer with excitement. I begin to move out of their way, giving them room to pass, when the girl with locs wraps her fingers around my wrist, tugging me along until the three of us are in the middle of the dance floor.

“Two is fun, but three is when the party actually begins,” she murmurs, twirling the girl with the loosely coiled onyx hair to face me, and I freeze.

I’m met with a warm gaze as I take her in—golden bronze skin—rich with red undertones, honey-brown eyes ringed with green, and glossy, full, plush lips perfectly bowed that lift into a brilliant smile.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

Before I can fully form words, the goddess before me is pressed against me by the enchantress behind her. I groan when her hips begin to roll, grinding her body against ours before I grip her waist.

Leaning down, I whisper, “I’m in control, Brown Eyes.” Then my gaze travels up to the girl with the locs. She snakes her hand around the curly-haired goddess, gliding her fingers up and cupping her breasts.

Coffee-colored eyes peer into mine, expressing her intentions far better than if she spoke. The enchantress brushes the beauty’s tresses aside, lowers her mouth to the column of her neck, and licks.

Holy fuck!

Suddenly, having to transfer doesn’t feel like a hardship right now. In fact, it seems like the best decision ever made.

I refocus, shifting my attention to the movements of the girl before me. Lust-filled honey-brown eyes spring open as her head tilts slightly, providing me access to her slender neck.

A combination of honey, vanilla, and jasmine wafts up, and I inhale—my nostrils flare as the scent wears down my resolve. No longer able to resist, I lower my mouth to the other side of her throat and latch on.

She tastes like a sin I never want forgiveness for. Her moans—like a siren’s call, a melody I’ll gladly follow into unknown depths, knowing I’ll never come up for air.

Nipping her skin, the three of us continue to move together, changing our rhythm to match the song.

The action causes all the blood circulating in my body to rush down to my dick, and the brown-eyed goddess smirks.

She grinds into my hard-on, pushing her hips so I can feel her pussy just as the girl behind her twirls until I’m the one between them.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, but fuck whoever that is. This is more than what I anticipated tonight. Not one, but two gorgeous women pressed against me—our bodies moving in sync as “Nasty” by Joshua Showtime Williams plays.

One set of hands travels up my chest, resting on my pectorals, and squeezes as the other set ghosts up my back, tracing an invisible line against my heated skin.

“I think we should move this off the dance floor,” the girl with the locs suggests, and I grunt my agreement. She clasps my hand as I grab hold of the brown-eyed beauty’s.

We weave around couples and clusters, some playing beer pong while others are dancing or making out.

I sense eyes on me, but the feeling dissolves, becoming background fodder once we enter a room and the door closes, the lock snicking into place. Then I’m being pushed onto a bed.

Hands pull at the buckle of my belt, unzipping my jeans. I lift up, allowing my pants and boxer briefs to be tugged off. My shirt follows shortly after.

“Mmm. Fuck.” I hear, making me look up as a curly head lowers until her mouth is wrapped around my shaft, downing dick until she’s kissing my pubic bone.

“Doesn’t she look fucking amazing swallowing your cock?” the one with the locs murmurs in my ear before rising and leaning over. She grips the other woman’s hair, yanking until I pop out of her mouth, and the goddess hisses.

I really need to get their names.

The thought of bringing it up vanishes when her locs tickle my skin as she hovers, pushing the other woman’s head down until her mouth is full of me. The woman above me controls her pace, speeding up, then slowing—shallow bobs before she’s made to deep throat.

“Fuckkkk,” I growl, reaching to pull her mouth off me. I’m nowhere near ready to come.

My movements force the woman above me to sit back.

“Undress her,” I order.

Rising from her knees, she straddles my lap and states, “You heard him.” Then she inches up, reaching up to help pull off the other woman’s clothes as I instructed.

I’m so fucking hard that I know if I don’t slide into a pussy soon, I’m going to bust all over myself.

Shifting my attention, I look up in time to see the fabric quickly discarded, disappearing over a shoulder somewhere.

Next, I grip the hem of her tan-colored dress, rolling it over her hips.

“Let me,” the one with locs commands taking over. She moves forward, her full breasts hovering so close to my mouth.

Licking my lips, I release my hold, and the material is being tossed as I palm and pluck, rubbing her nipples between my fingers.

Moments later, their lips connect, and the sight is so fucking erotic.

Pausing, I focus on their sounds and how their delicate fingers graze along each other’s exposed skin.

Bronze, supple breasts, heavier than the two currently in my grasp, bounce as their kisses become greedier. I feel like a usurper until they pull apart.

Then a cognac gaze peers down, her puffy lips curl into a smile before she bends, and her curls caress my tattooed chest.

“What’s your?—”

Her mouth presses against mine, silencing my question.

Our tongues tangle, a combination of nipping and sucking as we get lost in each other.

Far too quickly, her mouth lifts off mine. “No names tonight, handsome. Tonight is all about forgetting,” she moans, throwing her head back.

Things progress quickly after that. My need to be inside one of them is too strong to wait. Gripping the hips of the goddess still straddling me, I spin, throwing her down on the mattress before I grab the gold foil wrapper from my wallet.

“Put that pretty pussy on her face,” I demand, pointing to the smirking woman.

“With pleasure,” she exclaims, brushing her locs behind her.

I roll on the condom, groaning as the girl with the curly hair splayed on the bed wraps her arms around the other girl’s legs until she’s squeezing her ass.

“Fuck, yes. Y… yes… yess,” she shouts, her locs bouncing with each rock of her hips. Then her head falls back as she thrusts back and forth.

I watch her juices run down the beauty on the bed’s chin. Growling, I hoist her thighs up, spreading them wide and slamming inside her. She’s so goddamn tight that I still. Fuck her needing to adjust—it’s me that is entranced by the feel.

Soon, she begins to move, spurring me into action. I pull out, leaving the crown of my cock seated at her entrance, and she whimpers.

“I’m not giving you this dick until you suck that pussy like you mean it,” I declare, making her tighten her hold and double her efforts. I’m rewarded with shouting curses as the woman with the locs bends forward, burying her face between the other girl’s legs.

Losing all semblances of control, I thrust forward with no regard for the face or the pussy in front of me.

Our mixed sounds of pleasure—skin slapping skin and cries for more. Never one to deny a request, I piston harder and deeper, not stopping even when her walls clamp down.

I buck forward with such force that the girl with the locs begins to lift her head, but I grip the back of her neck as leverage, holding her place.

Peering down at how we’re connected, I groan when a familiar tingle shoots up my spine.

But I’m nowhere close to being done. I pull out of the girl’s pussy as I release my hold on the girl’s locs, allowing her to scream.

Then, I grip her throat and crash my mouth against hers, tasting the juices of the beauty beneath while swallowing her pleas.

Her body begins to jerk, but I want them to come at the same time, so I kneel between long, toned, bronze legs.

My beard tickles her thighs, setting off a chain reaction. With every lick of my tongue against her clit she squeaks. Then I wrap my lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking until she’s a writhing mess.

She moans, and the vibration must hit the perfect spot because the girl riding her face stiffens, attempting to flee. But the grip on her is so firm, she can do nothing but take what she’s given.

Recognizing how close she is, I stand, ignoring how wet my beard is, and kneel on the bed. Then, I slide in slowly as the girl with locs’ mouth falls open. I stick my fingers inside. “Suck,” I demand, only pulling the digits out when they are sufficiently cleaned.

I grind my hips, languid strokes morphing with each spasm of her pussy. My tempo increases as I roll her clit between my fingers, pinching and swirling. On the next snap of my hips, her walls clamp, and my balls draw tight.

“Ho-ly fuck-ing sh-sh-shittt,” the woman on top of her cries out at the same time the goddess’s back bows, triggering my release.

I come so hard I’m afraid I’ll pop a blood vessel in my eye. It would be worth it, though.

The sound of our pleasure mixes with the musky scent of our sweat as we slowly come down.

Slipping from her pussy, I fall on the bed, my legs too shaky to attempt much else.

I barely catch my breath when I feel the condom being pulled off. I’m not sure who is where but legs straddle my face as a mouth deep throats my dick.

Grinning, all I can think is— welcome to fucking Groveton College .