7
SORAYA
Moving in was simple—a lot simpler than I thought it would be. Rowan and Nathan loaded everything up into the moving truck Rowan rented while I packed my things into boxes. It was all done in a matter of a couple of hours with how fast they were getting things out.
We stopped by a donation center and donated my bed and other furniture. I wanted someone to get the use out of the things I would no longer need, and the guys fully supported that.
And then, they had the remainder of my things moved into their—well, our—house within a matter of another couple of hours. I then spent the rest of the day unpacking my things and getting my office set up.
My office. God, it felt so good to have a room dedicated to just my school stuff.
After, the guys fed me dinner—steak and baked potatoes—before they sandwiched me between them on the couch to watch a movie.
And I promptly passed out, exhausted from the extremely busy and draining day we’d had.
* * *
I moaned softly,my legs falling further apart almost on their own accord as someone slid their fingers along my slit before circling my clit. I slowly opened my eyes to find Rowan watching me. He leaned forward and slanted his lips across mine. Nathan grunted from behind me, his cock bobbing against my hip as he worked two fingers inside of me.
“So needy, aren’t you, baby girl?” Nathan rasped from behind me.
I nodded, my mouth seeking out Rowan’s again. He groaned and slipped his hand under my shirt, his fingers tweaking my nipple as Nathan quickly worked me to an orgasm.
I was right on the verge of coming when Nathan suddenly flipped me to my stomach and yanked my hips in the air. I moaned when he slid inside of me. Rowan settled beneath me, splaying my body across his thighs.
Without having to be prompted, I wrapped my greedy mouth around his shaft, sucking him deep to the back of my throat. He moaned loudly, rasping my name as he fisted my hair in his hands. Both of them fucked me, taking me from both ends.
And I ate it all up. I loved being screwed by both of them, loved it even more when they took me together.
“You love being fucked like this, don’t you, little girl?” Rowan growled. He tightened his hold on my hair, driving his cock down the back of my throat. I moaned, my pussy tightening around Nathan. “Such a fucking whore for us, aren’t you?”
I wanted to nod, but I couldn’t. Rowan was still shoving his cock down my throat, so instead, I grabbed his balls, giving him the answer I knew he was seeking. With a shout of my name, he came down my throat. Some of his cum trickled out the corner of my mouth, and when he pulled out, he picked it up with his thumb, and like a good, nasty little slut, I wrapped my lips around his thumb, wanting all of his cum. I was greedy for it—starved for it.
Nathan grunted, driving into me harder and harder until we came together. After, I draped myself over Rowan’s lap, my heart hammering in my chest.
My two men quickly switched places, and Rowan slipped inside of me as Nathan settled beneath me. “You look so fucking pretty with cum dripping down your thighs.” Rowan’s hands gripped my ass, and he squeezed the flesh before slapping both cheeks. I whimpered low in my throat, the pain quickly fading to pleasure. “If you waste any more of his cum, little girl, I’ll spank your pretty ass red,” he warned me.
“I won’t waste any, Daddy,” I promised.
Nathan pushed my mouth open with his fingers and slipped the head of his cock in. I swirled my tongue around him before letting him control me—letting both men take whatever they wanted from me.
Because they were right. When it came to them, I was a fucking greedy slut, and I wanted everything they were willing to give me. I was a whore—theirwhore.
8
SORAYA
It had been a while since I’d gotten this frustrated over anything. Over the past few months, Rowan and Nathan had been keeping me pretty docile. They forced me to take breaks during homework and studying to eat, where they promptly fucked the hell out of me before letting me get back to what I was doing.
I glared down at the B on my test. While I knew a lot of people would be happy to have a B on their exam, I was fuming. I’d studied my ass off, had gotten everything right on my homework assignments. I didn’t understand what in the hell went wrong.
“Professor?” I asked after the lecture hall cleared out. I stepped up in front of his podium, my hands tight around the test in my hand, crinkling the edges. “Can we talk about this test?”
“Sure,” he said, coming around to stand in front of me. I handed him my packet. He flipped to the second page. “You didn’t answer the question completely,” he explained.
I frowned. I always prided myself on fully reading and understanding what a question was asking. I’dalwaysbeen praised for my comprehension of any question laid in front of me. He flipped to another page. Two other questions, I got mixed up with something from earlier on in the semester.
I didn’t know where in the hell my brain was at.