Our reputation precedes us, I see.
“Never,” I whisper, glancing at Byron.
At my promise, Byron raises an eyebrow at me, silently telling me to shut the fuck up. A promise made doesn’t mean a promise kept, especially if it’s to get something we want.
I grab the base of my dick, lining myself up before plunging deep inside of her, forgetting Byron is still in the room. Everything falls away as I slide in and out of her. She’s tight, a vise grip on my dick, milking me free from the pressure being inside of her creates.
Palmer’s head falls to the side, her stare landing on Byron. She reaches out to him, inviting him in the sweetest, most innocent way possible. As he takes her hand, crawling onto the bed, she thaws parts of him I’ve believed were forever frozen.
He reaches behind her, freeing her from her bra. Byron’s mouth dips to cover one of Palmer’s nipples, licking and sucking the tight pebble. Never to under-appreciate, he moves to the other, pinching the wet one between his thumb and finger. She bucks at the sensation and clenches around my dick.
“Ahh!” I groan in appreciation.
Byron’s eyes dart to mine. I nod at him, silently allowing him to settle in.
We are three parts, connected in different ways.
Palmer lifts her head, and Byron kisses her with a feverish tempo. While they kiss, I rub her clit in small circles, selfishly hoping to draw her back to me. With shaky hands, she unbuttons Byron’s slacks, freeing him, as I glide in and out of her, quickening my pace at times only to slow down to tease her.
Byron pulls back and brushes the hair from her face. “What do you want?”
She cuts her eyes from him to where we are joined. I don’t stop, playing with the speed of my finger and watching the unfiltered pleasure nestle between us. She grips my shirt, forcing me down to her level, and strips it from my body.
“Jesus Christ!” Her hand skims down my chest, appreciating every muscle I’ve earned. Her fingers dance over my tattoo, tracing the lines. Intimacy isn’t my ideal level of comfort. Having her admire something personal of mine has my skin ablaze.
I stand, flip her onto all fours, and dive back in from behind. Byron scoots off the other end of the mattress. With his dick in his hand, I’m forced to watch her lips wrap around him. Her sweet tongue laps around the tip before she buries his dick down her throat like a bad dream.
My movements stay slow. Even with the boiling anger from watching Byron with her, I can’t move any faster. I’ve promised her I won’t hurt her. Piling into her, hard and rough, would be too easy.
This is my punishment for cracking too soon, for breaking our rules. She’s meant to still be off limits, and here I am, playing with her.
Palmer pulls away from Byron, creating a popping noise as he’s freed from the suction of her mouth. Like a sex kitten, she glances at me over her shoulder. There’s something in her eyes I don’t ever want to see again. Hopefulness.
Our stares lock. Upset, I push deeper inside of her. At the pace I’m driving into her, I won’t last. I need to get out of her, forget the way she feels around me, but it’s too late. With a crash, I find my release.
I pull out, tie a knot in the condom, and toss it in the garbage can in the corner. Palmer is face down on the mattress. I run my hand over her ass and smack her skin. It instantly glows pink. She winces, not from pain, but from pleasure.
“Where’d Byron go?” Palmer asks, wrapping his white sheet around her body.
For the first time, I notice it’s only the two of us. When did he disappear, and where the hell did he go?
“Did I do something wrong?” Palmer asks, unsure of herself. She scoots to the edge of the mattress, watching me pull my jeans on and secure the button.
“Not at all.” I step one foot between her thighs, straddling her leg with the other, and tilt her chin up to make her look at me. “You’re great.”
A sweet, small yawn stretches her mouth. “Tonight’s been eventful, to say the least.”
She starts to lie down, and I grip her arm, forcing her out of Byron’s bed. “Not a chance in hell you’re sleeping in here, Palmer.”
“Where will I be sleeping then, huh?” Her cheeks are that perfect shade of pink that only comes from an orgasm.
“In my room. In my bed. Next to me.” I wrap an arm around her and toss her over my shoulder like a sack of feathers.
She giggles from the sudden intrusion, kicking and batting at my back as I move us through the house, the sheet fanning behind us like a superhero’s cape. I stop in the kitchen and grab two bottles of water and any snacks I can carry while keeping her balanced.
Breaker busts through the doorway of his darkened bedroom. “Can you guys be quiet?”
“Sorry.” Palmer giggles louder.
Breaker shakes his head, a smile forming as he watches her, and I pass through the hallway and up the stairs. The two bedrooms on the main floor belong to Breaker and Byron, while Dixon and I have two of the four upstairs. The main living space up here is taken up by a pool table, along with a section dedicated to old school video games.
Our house on top of the hill is the best one on campus. We’re privileged assholes, sitting on our high horses in a transparent house full of secrets.
“This place is insane,” Palmer says as I set her on her feet. She takes in her surroundings. “Which room is yours?”
“This is mine right here.” I open the door to the left of the staircase and flick on the light. The dimmers are on low.
“This is your room?” Palmer smiles, taking in the tidy space. “Nothing’s out of place.”
“The rest of my life is chaotic. This is the one thing I have control of.” Damn. Maybe Dixon is right. I might as well peel back the layers of my diary for her.
“Trust me, I get it.” The sheet brushes my feet as she steps around me, grazing her hand over my bare chest. “I did just have a threesome with two boys who find some sick pleasure in tormenting me, so chaos is in my realm of understanding at this point. Not to mention one of them is my teacher.” She does this cute thing with her face, lifting her eyebrow.
“No one needs to know. What just went down can stay buried.”
She looks over the pictures on my wall and shelf. They are ones I’ve taken.
“Like they did with Reed?” she says over her shoulder, holding up one of Byron, Reed, and me before replacing it on the shelf.
“Marek, get down here. Now.” Byron’s voice carries up the staircase. He sounds like a pissed-off authority figure, and my guess is I have something to do with that.
“Wait in here. I need to go talk to him really quick.” I motion my thumb over my shoulder and step into the hallway. I watch her for a beat, curious what has her trusting me still. There’s been a silent shift between us. I’m not sure I like it.
“No rush. I’ll get comfortable in here.” She sits on the edge of the bed, her hair a mess from our little tryst.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I come chest-to-chest with Byron at the bottom of them. His jaw is tightly set.
“What’s up, man? Where did you disappear to? You’ve never dipped out in the middle.” I smack his chest jokingly, as I pass him to sit at the kitchen island.
He turns and steps back into me. “What the fuck was that all about?”