“I didn’t lie to you about who I am. My love of ancient mythology, the way I like my coffee… And my interest in you.” Those sexy lips curl into a slight smile.
“He just left out the god part,” Tom adds.
I huff a laugh. “And what happens to you? If you don’t get your sacrifice?”
“We return to where we came,” the professor says.
“Into the nothing,” Tom says. “We know we’re alive, and we get snippets of our memories, but we have only a vague idea of who we are, and we have no bodies. It’s only the sacrifice that tethers us to this world.”
My gaze passes again to Professor Ariti. I wanted my freedom - yes. But I wanted to explore that freedom with someone like him. If I choose not to go ahead with my sacrifice tonight, I’ll never see him again.
And that thought is unbearable.
Under lowered lashes, I take in the god before me. Their build is powerful, to carry the weight of two heads, and they make the library stacks look small.
While I’ve been considering, they’ve gone quiet, but I feel their gaze still, two sets of eyes steadily fixed on me, waiting with a quiet tension as I decide their fate.
When I look back up into their faces, I’m ready.
My heart is pounding, but I ignore it. I stand up and approach them. “I want my first kiss,” I say. Then I reach back and unzip my dress. I ignore the flash of self-consciousness that makes me flush, and let the dress drop to the floor. My bra quickly follows, leaving me only in my underwear.
Chapter five
The Sacrifice
Professor 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. Thehand 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.