Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

I groan, rocking my hips against him. With a growl, Trent grabs a fistful of my hair and turns my head slightly, angling my head so he can kiss me again.

It’s… mind-blowing.

It’s not like my dream at all—as hot as that was, it was a pale comparison to what it actually feels like to have multiple men worshipping my body, taking and giving pleasure as if they own every part of me.

I wish Reese was here.

The thought fills my mind with images of the green-eyed man with the teasing smile, and memories of how he fucked me on the day of my interview. A new wave of arousal burns through me, and I writhe in West and Trent’s arms, trying to grind my clit against West’s hard stomach as I kiss Trent even deeper.

I don’t know how it happens. It shouldn’t even be possible for these two men to be so in sync, considering that just a few minutes ago, they looked like they were about ready to kill each other. But somehow, without speaking a single word, the two of them move at the same time, carrying me between them toward Trent’s bedroom, which is closest to the living room.

They stumble inside, neither one taking his lips or hands off me, and I hear the door slam shut as Trent kicks it closed.

Now their touches become even more frenzied, their kisses and hungry bites even more demanding. West keeps a firm grip on me as Trent peels my shirt off from behind, unhooking my bra a second later. Both items are discarded, tossed away on the floor somewhere as Trent reaches around to palm my breasts, pinching my nipples so hard I let out a yelp that turns into a groan.

“You want this, Ems?” he asks again, but there’s something different in his voice this time. Something that makes me think he wants me to say yes.

“Yes. Yes, please,” I pant out, giving him exactly what he wants.

He and West both make feral, predatory noises that seem to travel straight to my clit. A second later, West turns and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a little on the soft mattress, and the two men tower over me, each gazing down at me with unwavering stares as they pull their own shirts off.

Their movements are just as in sync as when they carried me into the bedroom, and something about that turns me on so much. It’s like they were meant to do this, meant to share me between them.

Every shred of shyness I might’ve once had has disappeared, burned away by the need coursing through me. I scrabble for the button of my pants and then yank my zipper down, shimmying my nice work slacks down my legs before kicking them off along with my flats.

I’m still in my underwear, and judging by the way both men freeze, their gazes locked on the spot at the apex of my thighs, they can see how wet I am—see the patch of darkened fabric where my arousal has soaked through my panties.

“Fuck,” Trent bites out. “Jesus fucking Christ, Ems.”

13

Emma

Trent’s gaze shifts to West, and for a moment, I have the horrible thought that I might’ve just made things worse instead of better. Are they about to start fighting again? Did I push them both too far?

But instead of taking a swing at West, Trent reaches down and loops his hand around my ankle, dragging me down the mattress toward him. He hooks my panties and yanks them off, nearly tearing them in his hurry to get them off my body.

When he sees my bare pussy, glistening with my own arousal and flushed and swollen with need, he licks his lips. Beside him, West undoes his pants and shoves them down his legs, kicking them off as his thick cock springs free, jutting out from his body.

I want to take in the sight of him, to drown in the image of pure masculinity before me. But my attention is hauled back to Trent when he dips his head and runs his tongue up my slit, gathering the sticky arousal that coats my folds.

My hips buck off the bed, and his mouth moves with them, his lips wrapping around my clit as his tongue lashes back and forth in hard strokes.

It’s like he’s trying to punish me with pleasure.

The breath catches in my throat as my entire body locks up, too many sensations registering all at once. I feel the mattress shift beside me, but I’m only vaguely aware of it. My hips are chasing Trent’s tongue, undulating against the har

sh strokes as he laps at me, and if this goes on for much longer, I’m going to come like a fucking freight train.

Just as heat begins to pool in my belly, I’m tugged away from Trent’s mouth. West pulls me toward him, rolling me over so that my body is draped over his, my legs straddling him. The quiet intensity that’s all West radiates from him as he palms my ass again, guiding me up and down his body. My soaked pussy slides along the length of his thick shaft, and I shudder as his dick rubs against my sensitized clit.

They have me right on the edge already, so worked up from their touch that I’m teetering on the precipice of an orgasm, my whole body flushed and aroused.

“You do want this, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low. It doesn’t sound so much like a question though—more like a statement. Like a realization.

I nod, resting my hands on his muscled chest as I work myself against him, grinding against his cock and teasing us both as the rounded head breaches my entrance.

“Then take what you want, baby,” Trent murmurs from behind me. I can feel the heat of him, feel the burning trail his fingertips leave as they work a path down my spine.