Chapter Twenty-Two

Odette

T ucked into the corner of the couch, I sat facing them with my knees up, my laptop resting against it. I loved our little ‘study sessions’ with the fireplace on and gentle rain tricking against the windows.

“You know my student that’s been struggling?” Niko asked into the open. My professors nodded. “I’ve been making him come in for tutoring and assigning extra credit. Guess who just just got an A on his test?” He grinned, looking proud. “Damn, I’m good.”

Aiden chuckled. “That’s the little shit that told you to drop dead and leave him alone, right?”

I widened my eyes. Had Niko still helped him after that, let alone looked as happy as he did that the student had passed?

Niko nodded. “He can hate me all he wants; he’s passing my class.”

Hot.

The best thing about online tests—besides being able to cheat—was the instant results. I smiled and closed my laptop, petting Cat, who was curled up by my feet.

“How’d it go?” Wyatt asked.

“I got every question right.” I stood up, stretching my back and legs after sitting hunched over for so long.

Aiden huffed a laugh. “Most students purposely miss one or two to make it look like they didn’t cheat,” he deadpanned.

“I’m just really good at thermodynamics,” I playfully denied. It was an at-home, unproctored online test. Obviously, I was going to Google some of the answers.

It was Tuesday evening; it’d been three days since they last touched me. I was in a constant state of sexual frustration. They’d still kiss and fondle me, but that just made my desperation grow. I only had to make it through one more day of this, then I’d finally get the release I’d been aching for since Saturday morning.

Still, I didn’t go down without a fight. Any chance I got, I was bending over in front of them, touching their thighs, or wearing revealing clothes. My current attire was short pajama shorts that could pass as underwear and a cropped cami. I was freezing in this igloo of a house, but seeing Dominic and Wyatt lift their hips to adjust themselves was all the encouragement I needed.

It was hard. I was trying to make the best of a bad situation. No touching until Wednesday evening was my punishment for... I don’t know, being ‘too greedy,’ which seemed like a cop-out for ‘ I’m old and can’t keep up.’

That wasn’t true. I just had a nasty attitude lately. They’d turned my pussy into a greedy monster that I was losing control of. No touching and no sex had put me in a mood. I blamed them entirely for my behavior for the past few days. I was pouty, snarky, and desperate for their attention.

If I called any of them old or said that to their face, they would cripple me. Dominic was only 11 years older than me, but I constantly had the urge to call them all old men.

Maybe I just had a death wish or wanted Aiden to follow through on his threat.

I’m 29, and the next time you call me old, I’ll strap a vibrator to your clit and see how long you can last being tickled then.

My eyes wandered between the four of them, and I admitted right then and there that I had a thing for older men. Maybe it was already apparent, but I hadn’t really thought about our age difference until now.

I still didn’t have daddy issues, though! Nope, not this girl.

Finished with all my homework and studying, I plopped down between Wyatt and Niko with a huff. My long legs rested against the coffee table, and my shoulders slumped. I stared up at Wyatt for a few minutes, and when I got no reaction from him, I did the same to Niko.

What does a girl have to do around here to get a smidgen of attention? They were ignoring me, and from the lifted corner of Niko’s mouth, they were enjoying their games.

“Yes?” Wyatt finally questioned without looking away from his computer.

“I’m bored,” I leaned my cheek against his arm, looking up at him with doe eyes. Fuck me.

He glanced down at me and chuckled. He tilted his head back as if saying a quick prayer before looking back at his computer. “Find a way to entertain yourself,” he suggested. “Drink water, go for a walk, color a picture, read a book, bake, do a puzzle...” he trailed off.

Are you kidding me? “I don’t want to do any of those things,” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

Wyatt shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to stay bored then,” he dismissed.

I lifted a brow. Or you could stick your fingers in me.

Seeing as I wasn’t getting through to Wyatt, I turned to Niko again.

“Don’t start,” he immediately ordered, not even sparing me a glance. His voice was stern, and I was slightly taken aback by it.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. If they would just slip a hand into my shorts and feel how wet I was, they’d break for sure. But they wouldn’t... Why couldn’t my brain have answered sooner in the hot tub? Stupid Odette.

A few minutes passed as they clicked away at their laptops, and their pens glided across papers. I was wallowing in self-pity, fiddling with the tie strings of my shorts.

They’d better be enjoying this because I sure wasn’t. It was just as much punishment for me as it was for them. I bet they were craving me wrapped around them, slowly rocking my hips with their thrusts...

Ugh... I crossed my legs, squeezing them together.

My skin warmed, and I knew eyes were on me, but I didn’t let that stop my train of thought.

Have they been touching themselves in the shower? Did they close their eyes and imagine it was my throat instead of their fists? I wonder what they thought of when they came on the shower walls. God, I hoped they were thinking about how much better they’d feel if I was there to swallow every last drop.

It hurt. My pussy physically hurt from how badly I wanted them. My horny thoughts weren’t helping my situation either.

With another dramatic sigh, I looked around the room. Aiden’s eyes flickered away from me quickly, pretending he wasn’t staring.

Niko’s laptop and papers were on the armrest, leaving his lap and torso open. His legs were resting on a leg rest. He looked comfortable, so I scooted over and laid my head on his chest, my legs thrown over his. I made sure to press my thigh against his dick, hopefully teasing him just a bit.

“What are you doing, Cari?o?” He speculated, aware of my antics.

“Sleeping,” I innocently answered with my eyes shut. I needed my brain to turn off so I’d stop thinking about what I couldn’t have. I need a break from the constant ache. Plus, I was bored anyway. Nothing (besides them) sounded worth doing right now.

He ran his hand through my hair and chuckled.