Chapter 41

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It’s a lot harder to wander casually into Rhi’s mind and her thoughts than it used to be. But occasionally, she’ll leave the door right open and I’ll catch a glimpse of what she’s thinking. And what she’s thinking tonight has the fork in my hand clattering to the floor.

“What?” Azlan says, reading the shocked look on my face.

I swallow.

“Rhi,” I say as she strides back from the kitchenette, hips swaying, mind brimming with all sorts of frankly smoking-hot ideas. I catch her eyes and I can guarantee mine are shining with lust. A hell of a lot of lust.

Azlan follows my gaze to where Rhi is now standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“What?” he says to her, but her eyes are locked on me. “What?” he tries me next.

“Seems Miss Blackwaters has some ideas about how we should spend our evening.”

“I have some ideas,” Barone pipes up.

“I’d rather hear Rhianna’s,” Azlan says, now unable to drag his eyes away from her either.

“Well,” she says, reaching up to undo the first button of her shirt.

“Well?” I say, sitting back in my seat, very happy if she’s going to provide us with another strip show. The last one is still scorched into my memory.

“It’s late and perhaps we ought to go to bed and get some sleep. Tristan, do you have a shirt I could wear to sleep in?”

“You can wear my jersey,” he says, gaze as burning hot as mine.

“Miss Blackwaters,” I say, standing up and stalking towards her. “Let’s not be coy here. Sleeping wasn’t what you had in mind.”

“What did I have in mind then, Professor?” she asks.

I smirk at her and remove her hands from her blouse, replacing them with mine and carefully threading each button through its hole. I’m sure each one of these men has seen Rhi naked now. They’ve certainly all slept with her. And yet, there’s something irresistible about her, something tantalizing which makes every time just as exciting as the first. Maybe that’s the bond. Or maybe it’s all her.

When the blouse hangs loose, I ghost it over her shoulders and let it fall down her arms, floating to the floor. She’s wearing one of those bras Azlan bought her and, shit, I must remember to thank that guy. I mean, Rhi would look good dressed in a garbage bag – she has the curves. But the bra, the way it frames her tits, the way the material is just that bit see through, giving the hint of her nipples. Yeah, shit.

I trace around the edge of the bra cup with my fingertips, making her shiver, all those ideas spiraling through her mind again, and then I undo her pants and roll them down her legs, following along with them and helping her to lift each leg clear of the material.

She’s wearing the smallest, tiniest pair of matching panties and I have to spin her around so I can see her ass – so we can all see that ass. That ass that drove me slightly insane for weeks.

“Goddamn it, Phoenix,” Azlan growls, “what does she have in mind?”

I turn her back around so she’s facing me, so she’s facing all of us and then I look up at her from where I’m kneeling right in front of her on the floor.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

“More than you could ever know,” she whispers and this time I shiver.

Then I nuzzle my face straight into her pussy. There’s silk barring me from those soft curls and wet folds, but I can smell her and I press my tongue to the silk anyway, pressing right where I know she’s most sensitive. She sighs, her legs buckling slightly and her hands landing on my head to steady herself.

“Stone,” she murmurs and, stars, I love my name in her mouth.

“Yes, sweetheart? You want more. You want me to make you fall apart in front of all of them.”

“Shit,” I hear Spencer mutter from somewhere behind me.

“Yeah, fuck, make her fall apart,” Renzo says eagerly.

“Sweetheart?” I ask again because hers is the only consent I’m seeking. If the others don’t want to see this – if they’re actually that insane – they can leave the room.

“Yes, Stone, I want that.”

I smile against her pussy and then I take a grip of those silly little panties and yank them down her thighs, whispering as I do. “You have to give them a show, though, Miss Blackwaters. I’ll make you come, but you be a good girl and play with those tits of yours.” She pouts at me, knowing it drives me wild. “Don’t be a brat, do as you’re told and I’ll make you feel damn good with my tongue.” I wink at her. “Now part your thighs for me, sweetheart.”

This time she does as she’s told and I run my hands up her legs, right from her ankles all the way up, stroking that soft, tender inside of her thigh. Then I part her pussy lips, giving all the others a good view before pressing my mouth right against her clit. It’s already thrumming and so is her magic, taut and electric. I suck on her and she goes wild above me, one hand tight in my hair, tugging on it so hard it makes my eyes water, calling my name over and over again, and massaging at her tits with the other, squeezing them.

I halt. She curses at me.

“Tell her how beautiful she looks, you goddamn fuckers,” I snap.

I’m guessing they were all too busy gaping at the scene with their tongues hanging out. Now they respond though, praise gushing from all of them and I go back to sucking on her. I can read how much she likes the praise and how much she likes to be watched, and I suck on her even harder, sliding two fingers up inside her pussy and making her come right into my mouth.

It’s too much for her and she’s tumbling downwards, straight into my arms where I catch her, my fingers still in her pussy. I don’t withdraw them, I massage that spot inside her as she convulses around my fingers and soon she’s coming a second time, this time screaming so loud I bet every student on campus must hear.

Then she slumps, boneless and panting.

“Is that what you had in mind, Rhianna?” Azlan says darkly.

She smiles at him.

“That … and other things,” I mutter.

“What other things?” Barone asks, sliding down onto the floor beside us. “I wanna make you come too, little rabbit.” He drags her from my arms and though I don’t want her to go, I know it’s what she wants so I stay where I am and let him lay her out on the carpet and remove her bra.

“You should draw her like this,” he tells Tristan as she arches her back. We all stare at her, drinking her in, until she’s scrambling up on her elbows and swinging her gaze around, a line of frustration between her brows.

“Are you all going to just sit there and stare or are you–”