he covered himself and positioned his dick at the opening of her pussy.
While he was doing this, Senna continued to bob up and down on my cock, alternately running her tongue around my explosively sensitive head, and then taking me nearly up to my balls.
“Oh,” she groaned, pulling her mouth off me, and pushing back toward Chase until he was all the way in. “Yeah.”
She lowered herself once again on my dick, and when Chase started to bang away, her head bounced against my stomach.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I growled. I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
With one last dive down my shaft, Senna received my cum like she was thirsting for it, swallowing as fast as she could. She licked off me what was left.
Resting her head in my lap, I held her arms while Chase pummeled the shit out of her from behind. His face was red, his eyes closed and lips pressed together in pure concentration. Senna’s moans built until she was thrashing her head and bucking back on him to get a deeper fuck.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
The beautiful sounds of our girl orgasming filled the room, quickly followed by Chase’s own bellowing noises.
Senna was nearly worn out, but Benno took her by the arms and lowered her to her knees. He grabbed his cock, which he’d pulled out of his pants at some point, and with a final couple jerks, spurted his cum all over her tits.
From her kneeling position, Senna looked up at us, dazed, her hair a tangled mess, and a smudge of mascara under one eye.
She was perfect.
We gently settled her into a chair and cleaned her up, at least enough to make her presentable. Chase held her jumpsuit open and Benno guided her legs into it while I helped her remain upright. Glitter had somehow worked its way onto all of us, and it became apparent that trying to brush it off was a losing battle. When Senna was ready, she took the bottle of water I’d handed her and dressed, sat back in her chair, wiped out.
“Are you gonna make it, baby?” Chase asked with a smile.
She nodded, clearly happy. At least I thought she was.
Standing, she surprised us all by making her way to the door. “Guys,” she started, looking at each of us, “thank you. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for the fun we’ve had. But I can’t be with you. I just can’t. I don’t feel right about it. Someone will get hurt. I know it,” she said, her voice breaking.
She dashed out the door, leaving it open, and leaving us three guys staring at each other like the assholes that we were.
Chapter 37
SENNA
“Hey, Senna.”
I knew that voice. And it turned my stomach.
As if I didn’t already feel shitty enough.
I looked up from the fitness center’s front desk to take Ty’s ID.
I didn’t say a word, just ran his card through the scanner, handed it back, and returned to studying my French flash cards. I figured if I ignored him long enough, he’d go away.
I was wrong.
“Hey, I wanted to tell you I accidentally told Professor Adler you wrote my English paper for me.”
I continued sorting my cards and didn’t look up. “I know.”
“Yeah. You might be getting in trouble for that. It’s a shame. It just kind of slipped out of my mouth when I was pissed. He’s such a dick, isn’t he?”
Was there a baseball bat nearby that I could slug him with? I was in a fitness center, after all.
“You’re not getting in trouble for it?” I asked, finally looking up at his smug face.
He shrugged. “‘Course not. I mean, Adler tried to get me in trouble, but the coach told him to back off. Teachers like that don’t understand what football brings to this university.”
How did such a lame human being get to be so arrogant?
Too nauseated to say anything else, I turned back to my cards.
He drummed his fingers on the counter.
Shit, where was Patti when I needed her? I craned my neck to see through the giant window to her office, but she had her back turned to it, talking to somebody else.
“I was thinking, Senna, that our next date could be—”
That was all I could take. I snapped.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not going anywhere with you, ever,” I hissed.
He tilted his head and smiled. “Now that’s too bad. A real shame. Because when the university finds out what you do for a living, and