Page 143 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

Nim

This can’t be happening. It’s not possible. Notlogical.I’m in the middle of the fucking courtyard of a prestigious university. Common grounds. There arepeoplearound. Anyone can see what’s going on here. I mean, maybe if Mason and Silas had tiny dicks, it wouldn’t have been as blatant. But they don’t.

They’rehuge.

My arms are starting to ache from how I’m jerking them off, but it’s a distant sensation. Even the shame from being forced to do this in public, it’s like it’s happening to someone else right now.

Someone who isn’t being fingered by Knox.

I almost lost my mind when he opened me up like that. Both Mason and Silas looked, and it was all I could do not to scream. But I know Knox was serious about his threat. He would turn that act of defiance into something even more humiliating.

Like Romi says, I just have to endure this and walk it off. So you know what? If they want me to jerk them off in public, that’s what I’ll do.

That was the plan, anyway. I just wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel when Knox touched me down there.

He’s long past the point of just touching now. He’s keeping me peeled open, the thumb of that same hand massaging my clit while he uses his other hand to finger me.

I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I can feel Mason and Silas getting harder watching Knox do this to me, or the sounds my wet pussy makes every time he slams his fingers into me. Because he’s using two now, and I never in my life thought anything could feel this fucking good.

Mason groans, grabbing my hand and forcing me to jerk him off faster. Silas does the same, but with him it’s all about how hard I can grip him. Which I don’t think is hard enough, seeing how he’s crushing my fingers around his dick.

They were using their free hands to keep the blazer on my legs, but Silas locks eyes with me as he leans over and brushes his fingertips over my soaked pussy, like he wants to feel if I’m truly as wet as Knox makes out.

I can’t hide my shame. Because Iamwet. This fucked up thing we’re doing, it’s turning me on so much that I’m soaking the grass.

“No, like this,” Silas says. My eyes drop down, and I stare dumbfounded as Silas starts rubbing my clit.

“Go deeper,” Mason says, his free hand sliding over my thigh and grabbing at my folds, peeling me open on one side like Knox is doing on the other.

“Christ,” Knox says behind me, but muffled like he’s biting down on his lip. Then he slips his fingers out of me, pushes that rock-hard dick of his into my back, and thruststhreefingers into my soaked pussy.

I gasp, my hips bucking forward.

“Fuck, yeah,” Mason says. “I’m almost there.”

“Me too,” Silas mutters. “But she’s not.”

“I am!” I manage through a tight throat. “Oh God...” I twist, trying to get away from their hands, but when Knox growls a warning into my ear, I go still. He fucks me hard with his fingers, nipping at my earlobe, Silas rubbing my clit faster and faster.

Then Mason slips his finger down, down, down.

I gasp, going rigid when he touches my asshole. “No, fuck, what are you?—”

But he slips inside before I get another word out. My mouth falls open, my body convulsing as an orgasm slams through me.

“Fuck, yes, baby girl,” Mason groans. “You love it when I fuck that dirty little hole of yours, don’t you?”

The next moment, Mason shoves my hand up to the tip of his dick. Warm cum shoots into my hand, his body trembling as he comes.

“Are you coming?” Silas asks, almost sounding angry. And a second later, his dick throbs in my hand. Cum oozes over my fingers, warm and sticky, Silas’s hand wrapping over mine like he’s trying to stop it from getting on his blazer.

Knox groans against the side of my mouth, pushing his cock against my lower back. “You should be fucking lucky we’re not alone,” he says darkly as he shoves his fingers all the way inside me. “Else you’d be coming on my dick right now.”

“Nim?”

I jerk, coming back to the present so fast I have mental whiplash. I turn, and watch dreamily as Romi starts hurrying toward me.

“It’s fucking Furino,” Knox mutters. He thrusts his fingers into me again, pressing his lips against my ears as he whispers, “Get rid of her.”

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