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Welcome to a whole new set of rules.

Taking a deep breath, for the first time ever, I wrap my fingers around a cock that isn’t my own. It twitches. I stroke.

I’m ruined.

“Help me stuff it inside of your Sweet Fuckbaby.”

An odd sensation overtakes me. Jealousy that he used my nickname? Nervousness about where this relationship is headed? I solve the problem by lining his slick head to her sopping wet pussy, while making sure to coat my hand. He’s going to fuck her while she’s full of my cum. Hell, yeah.

They don’t need my guidance any further.

But that crazy confidence their presence instills in me hasn’t gone anywhere.

I lift my hand to my mouth and lick one finger. “Sweet Fuckbaby, you make me crazy.”

She gasps. I take credit until her eyes roll back and I realize Rutherford penetrated her.

“Suck on this while you get used to him.” I move my hand to her mouth, offering my thumb. Her tongue reaches out, draws me in, and her warm lips close around me.

Rutherford licks the backside of my hand. Christ, my cock is rock-hard again. Wrapping my other hand around my shaft, I follow their rhythm while we get off in our own twisted little way.

Chapter 8

Mila

“Am I underdressed?” As I turn into the parking lot of the cigar shop, I study the elegant exterior with blacked-out windows, dark wooden columns, and no signage other than the name. Nikki didn’t say anything about it being too fancy for spandex and knee socks when she invited the team.

I need help dealing with my feelings, though, so I can’t leave. Even if we’ve gotten over the Josh problem, our university connection isn’t as dismissible. More heartbreak isn’t on my agenda.

Gripping the long, gold handle on the heavy carved-wood door, I saunter in. Confidence goes a long way. And a business that I suspect draws mostly men probably won’t complain about my attire.

The rich aroma of tobacco overtakes me. How can something that smells this good supposedly be so unhealthy?

The bar and smoking area is dimly lit so I opt for the other direction… the cigar room. Entering the bright room that’s filled with rows and shelves of cigars, I don’t see my friends.

In seconds, laughter that undeniably belongs to Nikki guides me to the back corner. It’s a relief to know she’s escaping her grief of losing her brother, at least for a moment. Sounds like she’s up to no good, and that’s exactly what I need right now while I’m stressing over my growing feelings for my professors.

“Oh my god, it’s as thick as…” Nikki’s words taper off as I round the corner.

Belova’s eyes are wide as she diverts her attention to me. “Mila!”

We exchange greetings and hugs before Nikki picks up one of the ridiculously thick cigars. “Think you can wrap your… mouth around this?”

We burst into laughter.

I grab one of the massive cigars. “Is it every guy’s fantasy to want to see a woman smoke one of these?” I open my mouth and hold the cigar close, not actually touching it to my lips.

Belova shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s what guys want your lips wrapped around.”

My imagination has already run wild with what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth. The cigar I’m holding seems pretty close to Sterling’s size. Rutherford is a little thicker.

Not to be outdone, Belova grabs the largest one she can find. She opens her mouth wide, slowly bringing the cigar closer. “I can take it.”

The harsh sound of a man clearing his throat pulls us from our laughter. “Ladies, out of respect for the customers who actually enjoy these cigars, please don’t handle them.”

“Sorry,” I say, not feeling sorry at all. We put the cigars back, but the giggles won’t go away.

“People actually smoke these?” Nikki almost sounds serious.

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