Belle pulled off my dick again, gasping. "This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen so shit."
"Back to work," I ordered, my voice coming out rougher than intended.
Belle laughed, low and dirty. "Bossy this morning, aren’t you?"
"You started this."
"Fair." She licked the underside of my shaft, base to tip, her tongue following the prominent vein. "But I’m finishing it too."
She took back in her mouth, and this ti she went deep. All the way down until her nose pressed against my pelvis. I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed around .
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My hips bucked involuntarily. Belle didn’t gag. She just held there, her throat working, her eyes watering slightly but still locked on mine.
"Belle," I warned, feeling my control slipping.
She pulled off slowly, gasping for air. "Yeah?"
"I’m close."
"Good." She wrapped one hand around my base, jacking while her mouth focused on the tip. "Co for . I want to taste it."
Beside , Naomi made a strangled sound. Her hand moved faster between her legs, her hips rolling slightly.
The sight of both of them, Belle with her mouth on my dick and Naomi touching herself while watching, shattered my composure completely.
"Belle, I’m—"
She sucked harder, her hand pumping, and I ca. Hard. My vision whited out for a second as pleasure ripped through . Belle swallowed every drop, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. The chocolate flavor I’d layered onto my precum mixed with the actual taste of my release, and she drank it all down greedily.
When I finally stopped pulsing, Belle pulled off and licked her lips like she’d just sampled sothing expensive. Her tongue swept across her bottom lip, catching the last traces.
"Chocolate and strawberry sen," she said, shaking her head. "You’re fucking ridiculous."
"You’re welco."
Naomi leaned over and kissed , her hand still working frantically between her legs. I could feel her body tensing beside , every muscle tight and trembling. She was close. So close.
"Let ," I said against her mouth, reaching down.
I replaced her hand with mine, sliding two fingers inside her while my thumb found her clit. The heat was incredible. She was soaked, absolutely dripping, her body responding to every small movent I made. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers imdiately, already prid from watching Belle swallow my load.
"Jace," she gasped, breaking the kiss.
"I’ve got you," I murmured, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her that made her thighs shake.
Her forehead dropped to my shoulder, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts against my skin. I kept the pressure steady, consistent, exactly how she needed it.
I worked her with the sa rhythm she’d been using on herself, and it took less than thirty seconds before she ca, clenching around my fingers and crying out against my shoulder. I held her through it, feeling her pulse and shake.
Belle flopped onto the bed beside us with a satisfied groan, her chest still rising and falling fast. "Now that’s how you start a morning."
"You’re fucking nuts," I said between breaths.
"And you love every second of it."
I didn’t bother denying it.
Naomi lifted her head from my shoulder, her cheeks still pink and her expression dazed in that post-orgasm way. "We need to shower. The bus is at ten."
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. 8:47. Misato would start her search-and-destroy routine within the hour.
"Why don’t we all just shower together?" Belle was already on her feet, rolling her shoulders like an athlete after a workout. Her body looked like a cri scene, dark purple marks scattered across her hips and the inside of her thighs where I’d bitten down too hard last night.
Naomi paused, torn between modesty and practicality. But I saw the flicker of curiosity cross her face before she looked away.
"Co on." Belle reached down and hauled Naomi to her feet. "We’ve already done every other filthy thing imaginable. This is just efficient."
The hotel bathroom was laughably inadequate for three bodies. Belle twisted the faucet and stepped under the spray first, sighing as lukewarm water hit her shoulders.
"This pressure is garbage compared to campus," she complained.
"Everything’s garbage compared to campus," I pointed out, climbing in behind her. "That’s what happens when you attend an academy with unlimited funding."
Naomi squeezed in last, pressing against my back. The space was cramped and ridiculous. Belle’s ass pressed against my thighs, Naomi’s breasts soft against my back. Water cascaded over all of us in a chaotic ss.
Belle grabbed the complintary hotel soap and started washing herself, completely unbothered by the proximity. Naomi reached around for the shampoo, her arms circling my waist as she stretched.
I stood there like a sandwich filling, wondering how my life had beco this specific brand of absurd.
"You’re thinking too loud," Belle said, glancing back at .
"I’m thinking about how we’re going to explain why all three of us sll like the sa hotel soap."
"We won’t." Belle rinsed her hair. "Jordan’s too hungover to notice anything, and Misato already knows we’re sleeping together."
"She knows about you and ," I corrected. "She doesn’t know about the group situation."
Belle turned fully, water running down between her breasts. "Misato knows everything. She just pretends she doesn’t because it’s easier that way."
Naomi grabbed my shoulders and turned around, her hands working shampoo into my hair with gentle pressure. The intimacy of it hit weird. This wasn’t sexual. Just dostic. Comfortable.
Dangerous.
I closed my eyes and let her work, filing away the feeling for later analysis when my brain wasn’t operating on four hours of sleep and post-threeso endorphins.
When we finally erged from the bathroom, sowhat cleaner and significantly more awake, Belle announced she was stealing one of my new shirts because she’d packed like an idiot and all her clothes were covered in swamp gunk and frog acid. She grabbed the grey henley Aurora had picked out and pulled it on. It hung to mid-thigh on her, completely swallowing her fra.
"This is mine now," she declared.
"That was eighty credits."
"Bill ."
Naomi, wrapped in a towel, smiled at us from the bathroom door. "You two fight like an old married couple."
Belle threw a pillow at her. "We do not."
"You absolutely do," I confird.
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