5. The Sacrifice

Chapter five

The Sacrifice

P rofessor Ariti is my first kiss. And it’s a good one, made all the sweeter by the months I fantasized about this very moment.

Despite the fact my breasts are kissing the night air, he ignores them. Both hands cup my face, and he leans forward to claim me with his soft lips. He kisses me slowly, a press of the lips turning into peppered kisses, and then his tongue explores my mouth, guiding me into exploring his.

When he pulls back, I’m left wet between my legs, my body soft and pliant. My hands are curled around his neck. I’m blinking in a daze when he releases my hands and pulls back. Their body shuffles in front of me, the professor moving aside, and suddenly it’s Tom’s sparkling eyes meeting mine.

His hands don’t cup my face - one grabs my ass and the other winds through my hair, bending my neck back to lick at my neck before finding my mouth. His kiss isn’t sweet - it’s fiery hot. The hand on my ass pulls me closer, pressing me against his chest as he claims my mouth.

The fire in my blood leaves no space to feel self-conscious as Tom puts both hands on my ass and lifts. My legs wrap around his waist.

He sits on the floor between two stacks and lays me down on the ground. When he pulls back, I’m faced with both of them, wearing only my underwear. I resist the urge to cover myself and focus instead on the appreciation in Tom’s eyes. I guess he doesn’t mind those few extra pounds.

“No need to rush,” Professor Ariti says, and I blush, remembering there are two of them in this game. It’s dirtier to be losing myself to Tom’s wildness under Professor Ariti’s slow and careful watch.

Dirtier still when their hands travel up my thighs and part my legs, revealing my now soaking sex, only covered with a thin layer of fabric. The impressive tent in their pants is intimidatingly big, and I’m glad for Professor Ariti’s desire to slow down.

“Told you she’d be a wildcat,” Tom says, as their thumbs part the fabric of my underwear, revealing my sex to them. The heat in my face intensifies, and my breathing grows short and shallow under their attentions. “Feel that wetness, brother. She’s almost ready for us already.”

“Is that right, Sofie?” Professor Ariti says, thumb swirling in the wetness on my clitoris. The sensation is so intense I gasp, feeling a tension coiling within me. It’s pleasure I’ve heard of but never indulged in. “Will you come for me like a good girl?” His thumb pauses. “You’ll have to ask for it, sweetness.”

I groan in frustration but don’t speak. “Say please, Sofie,” he says. “I need to know you want this,” he says, and that gorgeous mouth tilts up into a half smile I know well.

“Please, Professor,” I breathe, squirming to create friction.

His gaze heats and he huffs a satisfied breath. “Good girl,” he says. His gaze is locked on mine, and I can’t look away. I’d do anything to see his gaze heat that way again.

“Please, Professor, please make me come.” The look in his eyes almost tips me over then and there. Then the delicious friction returns as he rubs his thumb in circles over my clitoris, murmuring what a good girl I am.

With his other hand, somehow, I know it’s Tom who unleashes their cock from its strained confines of their pants. Seeing the enormous member out in the open, rock hard and leaking fluid, is enough to tip my orgasm over the edge - the coiling tension in my core bursting with a rush of ecstasy, fluid spilling over their hand.

My body feels heavy and my head feels light when their hands tug down my underwear. I stiffen involuntarily, afraid of the size, but Tom speaks next. “Relax, wildcat. It’s my turn to make you feel good. I just want to get you out of your wet clothing first.”

I let them pull my underwear down. They’re already naked, their jeans kicked off into a dark corner, where they throw my underwear.

Then I giggle.

I can’t help it. I’ve never been naked with a man before. Men. Monster. Something. The orgasm has made me feel giddy.

They both grin and scoop me up, putting me on their lap on the floor, straddling them. Their arms wrap around me easily, holding onto my waist.

I’m squashing their enormous erection, but they don’t seem to mind.

“Now, earlier tonight, I didn’t help you clean up a spilled drink, and that was rude of me,” Tom says. “I thought my brother could help me remedy that situation now, if you’ll let us.”

He kisses me slowly and deeply, and I hum my agreement. I’m still surprised when Professor Ariti licks along my neck. The sensation of two mouths on me releases a deep sound of satisfaction, and I squirm a little against them and dig my nails into their back.

“I think she might like that,” Tom says. “Tell you what, wildcat, you dig your claws in when it feels good. Then we’ll know when we’re hitting the spot.” Tom’s mouth kisses my neck on the other side and I let out a gasp and dig my nails in a little deeper.

Professor Ariti lets out a satisfied moan and licks along my collarbone. Soon Tom’s mouth joins him, and they dip lower to suckle and lick at each of my nipples.

The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and when Tom nibbles sharply, a gush of fluid spills from my core.

The mounting pleasure of my first orgasm is back, and I’m grinding against them again, my nails scraping into their back, my wet core sliding along their thick length, desperate for something more.

“Would you like us to fuck you, Sofie?” the professor asks, his mouth again returning to my neck.

“Yes,” I moan, almost nonsensical with need. Their thumb dips down to thrum my clitoris. My core clutches on nothing, tightening desperately as my pleasure rises. I cry out and throw my head back.

“Fuck yes, wildcat,” Tom says. They lift me off them and place me down on my back again, both their gazes fixed on my sex.

“We’ll take you slow for your first time,” Professor Ariti says, as their fingers breach my core, stretching me open. He bends down and his tongue laps at my clitoris, causing new fireworks of sensation to go off behind my eyes.

“And then as hard and fast as you like after that,” Tom says, as they take their turn with their mouth on my sex, sucking hard at my clitoris until I scream at the intensity.

When I’ve collapsed back, exhausted but still needy, they sit back and stroke their own cock, watching me.

They’re long and hard, and look impossibly big, and my body is sore from their fingers inside me, but it’s not as sore as I thought it would be after their tongues have both been on me.

And there’s a fire in my body. I’ve denied myself pleasure for so long, out of some misplaced understanding that my body didn’t truly belong to me. But the pleasure gripping me now - it doesn’t make me feel like a victim, or a sacrifice. It makes me feel powerful and strong. And I’m tired of being treated like a precious thing.

For once in my life, my body leads. And it wants to experience everything.

I roll over onto my hands and knees and look over my shoulder at Gemini. “Will you please fuck me, Professor Ariti?” I ask.

The molten look in both their eyes would make me wet if I wasn’t sodden already. They line themselves up, and I can tell it’s Professor Ariti in the lead, by the way they ease slowly into me, one agonizingly pleasurable inch at a time, one hand reaching over to play with my clitoris and another toying with my nipples.

When they’re fully seated within me, they rock back and forth slowly, letting me get used to the sensation of fullness. Discomfort gives way to pleasure. It feels amazing, and I don’t hold back the groan of pleasure when they push deep within me.

“You should try on top, wildcat,” Tom breathes into my ear and sucks on my lobe. I take to the suggestion with relish when they pull out of me and lie down.

Their hips are wide to straddle, but it’s surprisingly comfortable to lower myself onto them. The best part is the view. Professor Ariti licks his lips, gaze fixed on my mine, while Tom’s gaze drifts to my chest as their hands explore my breasts.

I thought I would feel self-conscious, being exposed like this to my crush, and a man I only met tonight, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world, and my fingers dip between my legs to enhance my pleasure. My body takes control, and I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation as I ride them.

It feels amazing, and as my pleasure crests, my body clenches hard around them.

Tom lets out a deep groan, and the professor gasps as I climax. I open my eyes to watch their faces contort and their body shudder with ecstasy and release.

In the aftermath, I lie on their chest, exhausted and panting. Their hands stroke my back gently, as I feel their breathing even out. I appreciate the heat from their body and their ocean scent.

“What happens now?” I ask.

“Whatever you fucking want, wildcat,” Tom answers.

“Ideally, together,” Professor Ariti says.

I smile into the darkness at that.