Fallen University: Year Three

“I like the sound of that,” I murmured against his lips, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his dick. My slick hand glided up and down his length, and he pulsed his hips into my touch, wrapping one arm around my back and deepening the kiss until I was gasping for air.

The spark inside me that always burned for my men flared to life as an inferno, and I pressed closer to him, trapping my hand and his cock between us as I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting and flirting with his.

He tasted like mint and freshly brushed teeth, and just a hint of coffee. His enticing smell mingled with the smells of the shower and my shampoo, and I moaned again as every sense in my body feasted on the sensations he was offering me.

“I can never get enough of you, Piper,” he muttered into my mouth as his lips teased mine.

“Is it selfish of me to say I don’t want you to?” I asked. “That I want you to crave me all the time?”

He pulled back, a beaming smile crossing his face. “Fuck, no. And I think you’ll get your wish.”

As if to illustrate his point, he thrust into my hand again, and I groaned, squeezing him tighter. Little droplets of water clung to his dark skin, and when he cupped both sides of my face and angled my head so that he could devastate me with a slow, sweet, deep-as-fuck kiss, I sagged against him, letting every inch of my naked skin press against his.

Water collected in the little spaces between our bodies, and I could swear the spray of the shower was getting hotter—but I was pretty sure it was just me. My blood was igniting under Xero’s touch, my pussy throbbing, aching and hungry for him.

“Xero,” I finally gasped. “We’ve got eighteen minutes left. I want to spend every single one of them with you buried inside me.”

He drew back, his pupils dilating as lust filled his expression. His hands left my hair, wandering a path down my slick body before grasping my hips and turning me around, making sure not to let me slip on the wet tiles.

Moving close behind me, he pressed me up against the glass of the shower stall, and I sucked in a gasp as the cool surface made my nipples peak instantly. The contrast between hot and cold was delicious and sharp, and I rolled my ass against Xero, grinding against his dick, urging him on.

I hadn’t been kidding. I wanted him buried inside me.

I wanted to squeeze his cock like a vise as I shattered around him, then do it all over again. And again. And again.

As if he could read my thoughts, as if he had direct access to every one of the filthy images in my head, Xero gave a low growl. Keeping my upper body pressed to the glass, he tugged my hips back, running one large hand up over the curve of my ass cheek before sliding it down between my legs. When he slipped two fingers inside me, I shuddered, pressing my hips back farther and forcing him deeper inside.

“So greedy,” he murmured, sounding pleased.

He wasn’t wrong.

I was greedy. For the four men who had each claimed such a large part of me that I wasn’t even sure where my heart ended and theirs began.

For my soulmates.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, bucking my hips back and impaling myself on his fingers. “Give me your fucking cock, Xero, or I’ll come like this.”

It was part threat, and part simple statement of fact. The cool glass, the hot water sluicing over me, the feel of my fire demon standing behind me, his body tense with desire… all of it was pushing me toward an orgasm, making my toes curl into the wet tiles beneath my feet as my clit throbbed with a steadily building ache.

Xero growled. He’d been the one to start finger-fucking me, but he actually sounded like he was jealous of his own hand right now. His fingers slid out a moment later, and a half-second after that, I felt the press of his cock as it breached my entrance.

He went torturously slow, drawing out the sensation until I thought I might claw a hole in the glass wall of the shower. I tried to buck against him again, to shove my hips backward and take him all in one harsh movement, but his firm grip on my hips kept me still.

When he finally bottomed out inside me, I quivered around him, breathing hard and fogging up the glass. I could feel his thighs pressed against mine, his pelvis against my ass, and his fingers digging into my hips.

“Better?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Yes. Now move. Fuck me hard,” I gasped, blurting out my demands on sharp breaths.

“But you said you wanted to spend the entire time with me buried inside you.”

His tone was teasing, and as he spoke, he ground his hips against my ass, pressing in a fraction of an inch deeper, as deep as he could possibly get.

“You know what I fucking meant,” I groaned. “I want you buried all the way inside me half the time.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

Keeping me pinned to him with one hand, he let the other roam, sliding up my spine and around to palm my breasts and play with my nipples. I moaned, throwing my head back and undulating my hips, getting at least a little of the friction I was so badly craving.