Fallen University: Year One

“Wait—! What are you doing?” I gasped out the question as Xero’s mouth moved over mine, making another spike of lust shoot through my body.

“Sorry,” Kingston said. “Gotta go. See you tomorrow.”

“Wh-what?”

As he whirled to leave, I noticed a faint blue glow that disappeared quickly before he slipped out the door.

What the fuck? Did he just cast some kind of spell? Or is he glowing? Is that part of his dragon shifter power?

Curiosity, strong as it was, couldn’t quite break the spell I’d woven. My body was still buzzing with lust, and a moment later, I’d forgotten all about Kingston’s sketchiness, completely distracted by Xero and Jayce.

I was sandwiched between the two men, and neither of them even seemed to notice Kingston’s abrupt departure. Then again, why would they when the thing they wanted, the singular object of their focus, was right in front of them?

And, lucky bitch that I was, that thing was me.

Jayce and Xero hadn’t known each other before coming to FU—none of the guys had, as far as I knew—and I wasn’t sure they would’ve become friends at all if not for the common focal point of their bond to me. They were different in so many ways. Jayce was exuberant, energetic, and optimistic, while Xero was more reserved, always listening but slow to speak. But despite their differences, or maybe because of them, the two men complemented each other perfectly.

Sex with Jayce usually involved broken furniture, torn clothes, breathless laughter, and accidental bruises that healed almost as soon as we got them.

The sex I’d had with Xero had been slow and intense, overwhelming and deep.

But the two of them together?

It was fucking amazing.

Xero kissed me in that incredible way he had that felt like falling into a bottomless ocean while Jayce’s hands roamed over my body, tugging my tunic up to massage my breasts and play with my nipples before sliding down my stomach to circle my clit. When he slipped two fingers inside me and bent his head to suck hard on one of my breasts, my hips rose off the bed, chasing his touch even as I drowned in Xero’s kiss.

When an orgasm slammed into me, I grabbed onto Xero’s close-shaven head with both hands, my tongue and lips moving faster against his, the movements more desperate.

I’d pretty much proven to Jayce that my body had no limit to the amount of stimulation it could handle, so he kept fucking me with his fingers even as the orgasm receded, working me back up again almost immediately. He let go of my breast and moved his lips down to my core, sucking and nipping my clit as the finger of his other hand gathered moisture from my dripping pussy and used it to wet the tight bud of my asshole. When he slipped that finger past the ring of clenching muscles, I came again, my body writhing and jerking.

“Fuck yes, Piper. Someday I’m gonna claim that ass, and when I do, I’ll make you come harder than you ever have in your life.”

His words were muttered against my pussy lips, and when I grew impossibly wetter at the sound of his filthy promise, he lapped at me eagerly, groaning low in his throat.

Xero had taken over touching my breasts when Jayce had moved south, and his hands massaged the aching flesh while he continued to kiss the breath out of me. My own hands were moving wildly, grasping at whatever I could reach, trying to explore every inch of both men. Jayce was angled too far away, but I managed to palm Xero’s cock through his pants, and the grunt that fell from his mouth into mine made my pussy walls clench around Jayce’s fingers.

“I—want you. Both. Now!” I gasped.

Speech was becoming a little difficult, but those were all the words they needed to hear. It was almost hard to believe the two men hadn’t known each other their whole lives, because they worked together incredibly well as a team.

“She’s fucking ready.” Jayce grinned as he sat up, wiping off the wetness that glistened on his chin.

“I’m fucking ready,” Xero murmured, his voice rough as he shoved down his pants, squeezing his cock hard at the base. Guess even the patient fire demon has his limits.

The thought made heat burn in my veins. I wanted to drive him crazy—liked being the reason his calm, self-contained demeanor cracked.

And his cock was just too tempting to ignore.

Crawling forward on shaky limbs, I made my way toward him and tugged his tunic over his head. His pants were gone in an instant, and I heard a rustle of clothes behind me as Jayce stripped too. Xero’s large, warm hands pulled my tunic off as I rose to kneel on the bed, and a second later, Jayce was working my leggings down over my hips.

He didn’t pull them all the way off though, leaving the fabric gathered around my knees, and then I felt the heat of his chest against my back and the press of his cock against my ass cheek as he wrapped his arms around me.

“I see you eyeing Xero’s cock, Pipes. You want it in your mouth? I want to watch you suck him while I fuck you. You into that?”

Fucking hell. Yes.

My body shuddered against his, and I felt the rumble of his chuckle everywhere our skin was pressed together. Then he lowered me onto all fours on the mattress, and Xero moved forward slightly, gazing down at me as I leaned forward to draw him into my mouth.