Page 32 of Lords of the Campus

“You’re doing great,” Archer tells her, teasing her clit with skilled fingers. “Just ten more minutes.”

Lyric’s face is flushed red, her curls askew and tear-marks streaked across her face. She looks like a mess in the most gorgeous way. I rub my thumb over her lower lip as she sucks on me, moaning around me every time Archer’s finger pushes deep inside her.

She can’t possibly be enjoying the slow torment any longer, but she still perseveres, putting her all into the last seven minutes of the punishment. She looks more broken than I’ve ever seen her before and some part of me is satisfied at that—at finally being allowed to see the not-so-bottled-up side of Lyric that she keeps hidden from everyone around her.

Even in high school, she always made herself seem so resilient, so strong. She was the girl from the wrong side of the tracks who didn’t need anyone’s help.

But seeing her now, like this? It’s somehow both titillating and gratifying all at once. The cracks are showing through her armor and it turns out that Lyric isn’t quite as untouchable as she seems.

Four minutes remain on the clock as Lyric’s tongue works over my length, running along the vein on the underside, sending sparks down my spine. “Oh, God,” I call out, feeling myself getting closer. “Just like that, Songbird. Don’t stop.”

Her mouth feels velvety warm on me. Liquid heat coils in my gut tighter and tighter until I feel as though I’m on the verge of exploding. One hand tangles in her hair as I thrust into her once, twice more before releasing down her throat.

“Lyric!” I cry out, closing my eyes in bliss. For this one moment, I can imagine that things are different, imagine that nothing transpired between us and this is another warm, lazy summer day at the beach with her as we explore each other’s body.

But it all comes crashing down when the timer goes off and I open my eyes, harshly reminded of reality. Lyric’s body goes limp, and I pull away, immediately going for the silken ropes that bind her wrists, untying them quickly.

Archer helps her sit upright and presses a bottle of water into her hands, encouraging her to drink it. She looks at us with slow blinks, as though not quite back in her own head. I massage herwrists, encouraging circulation back into them as Archer kisses her neck.

“You did so well, Songbird,” Archer murmurs. “You held off the entire time. Even when you were close, you didn’t let yourself come. You’re all forgiven now.”

“I did good?” Lyric asks, her voice soft.

“Very good,” I praise her, stroking a hand over her cheek. The door handle clicks at that moment, and Lyric looks up, panic in her eyes as she struggles against Archer’s hold, but Levi slips inside and she relaxes once more.

“Looks like you guys were having fun without me,” Levi scolds. Lyric bites her lip, worry in her eyes.

18

LEVI

As I walk back to the dorm, I mourn that having an evening class meant I was missing out on the fun in Zane’s bedroom.

But when I get there, I have a surprise waiting for me.

“Looks like you were having fun without me,” I say, my tone mock-scolding. Lyric’s teeth worry her lower lip, but Archer smiles.

“Lyric took her punishment,” he tells me, a note of pride in his tone. “She did well. So well that I think it’s time for your reward. Do you want it, Songbird?” he asks.

My eyes light up, desire coursing through me. “Do I get to join in the fun?”

Archer nudges Lyric. “You can be the one to give her the reward.”

I slide onto the bed and cup Lyric’s face with my hand, bringing our mouths together for a soft kiss. I’m sorry I missed her punishment, but she looks like a thoroughly strung-out mess so I’m guessing it went well.

Pulling away, I look her over, noting the flush on her cheeks, her mussed hair, her swollen lips. “You deserve to be rewarded,baby,” I say softly. “I know the punishment wasn’t easy, but you took it well.”

Archer and Zane had filled me in on the goings-on, from Lyric openly flirting with someone else to the promise of a punishment to put her in her place. I wanted to be there, but since I had class, I missed the first part.

But I’m glad to help with this next bit because I get to have fun now. We lay Lyric back on the bed, and I move, stripping out of my clothes unceremoniously before lying next to her and drawing her close, lifting her leg so it falls over my hip before slipping inside her.

She feels so wet, practically a fountain around me as I push into her. My eyes roll back in my head, but this moment is about Lyric right now. She’s been punished and now the time has come to give her the reward she deserves.

My body moves slowly at first, waiting for her to respond as she starts to come back to herself little by little. She’s been edged for an hour, so there’s some residual tension in her as she quickly approaches the edge.

“It’s okay,” I whisper to her. “Let go. You can come now. Come for me, Songbird.”

Lyric’s eyes roll back in her head and she shakes as the orgasm hits, finally allowed to experience the relief that comes from the release.

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