Dulce

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Then beg. Beg me to let you come, or I’ll make Cain pull out and leave you empty.”

He’s spiteful enough to do it too. I don’t care right now. I have zero shame in asking or begging for what I want.

“Please, let me come. Please.”

“What will you give me if I let you?”

I’ll let you live, I think, but I don’t say that out loud. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? Hmm…” He pretends to think, but I know he already had this planned.

“I want a favor. No questions asked. If I call on you to do something for me, I want you to say, yes, sir, and do it for me.”

Crap. This could be very, very bad, but I’ll have to take a chance. I’ve pulled myself out of worse scrapes before.

“Fine, deal. Whatever you want. Just let me come.”

“Cain, do whatever you want, but make sure she comes before you do.”

“Asshole, asshole, asshole,” Cain grumbles as his fingers pick up their pace once more.

I throw my head back, grip the desk, and scream as I come, my whole body shaking and quivering as Dmitri trails his fingers around my hard nipples.

Cain yanks his dick out of me while I’m still out of it and pulls the condom off before shooting his cum over my stomach.

Breathing heavily as the silence engulfs us, I risk a look at Dmitri and then Cain, wondering how I’m supposed to get off this desk without using my legs because I’m pretty damn sure they won’t hold me up right now.

“Cain, use your fingers to coat your cock in Everly’s cum, then you can go back to your next class. Don’t wash Everly off your skin.”

Cain groans again as his fingers slip inside me, sliding backward and forward for a moment before he pulls them free and slides the same hand up and down his cock.

“What about, Ev? Does she get to wash me away?”

There is a note in Cain’s voice that lets me know he doesn’t like the sound of that, a possessiveness that is at odds with how he usually is.

“Everly will clean up before leaving my office, but…” He lifts his hand and dips his fingers into the pool of Cain’s cum, surprising the absolute shit out of me.

Lifting his fingers, he places them against my lips. When I open my mouth, he slips them inside.

“But now she carries a little taste of you inside her.”

And I’m pretty sure I’m about to come again.