Page 9 of Distorted Obsession

Clenching my fist at my side, I push away my anger. We’ve spent months being angry—Groveton is our fresh start.

When our parents could no longer afford the tuition at our former school, one of the country’s top HBCUs, my father used one of his fraternity brother’s connections to get us a spot here.

I walk down another hallway, pushing through a sea of college students, all trying to end the summer and start the semester with a bang. Something I’d very much like to be doing. Sorority pussy or fraternity dick, either or both, will do. An image of the Cooper pops into my mind, and I wonder if he’s into guys. I’m tempted to search for him in this sea of people to figure it out. But first, I need to locate my damn twin.

Gritting my teeth, I yank my phone from my pocket, pulling up our text messages.

Me: Where the fuck are you, asshole?

I wait a few minutes before I shoot off another message.

Me: Mase, if you’re already balls deep in a girl while I’m out here searching for Shemar Moore-looking-ass, I’m going to put my size thirteen up your ass.

But there’s still no response.

“Fuck this,” I huff, scanning the crowd for someone who may potentially be willing to play for the night.

My eyes lock in on a fine-ass girl standing by the door. Her umber skin looks as if it’s glowing even from across the dimly lit room. Her locs are twisted into a braid that hangs over her shoulder down to the tip of her very curvy hips. Her gaze meets mine, and a smirk curls onto her face, further highlighting how fucking beautiful she is.

Grinning, she lifts her index finger and summons me over.

Hello!

I’m in the middle of the dance floor, dodging drunk students, when a girl with curly hair that falls down the middle of her back stops in front of the one who beckoned me over.

Pausing, I take a moment to observe their interaction. The new girl leans forward, whispering something into the other girl’s ear. My gaze travels the length of the newcomer, starting at her long, toned bronze legs that lead up to a tight tan-colored dress that accentuates her ass. I can’t see her face, but she definitely has an athletic build.

I’m about to continue walking over to where they stand when the girl on the wall grabs the other girl’s hand, pulling her out onto the dance floor.

Our gazes connect as she nears. Her mischievous, deep chestnut eyes glimmer with excitement. I begin to move out of their way, giving them room to pass, when the girl with locs wraps her fingers around my wrist, tugging me along until the three of us are in the middle of the dance floor.

“Two is fun, but three is when the party actually begins,” she murmurs, twirling the girl with the loosely coiled onyx hair to face me, and I freeze.

I’m met with a warm gaze as I take her in—golden bronze skin—rich with red undertones, honey-brown eyes ringed with green, and glossy, full, plush lips perfectly bowed that lift into a brilliant smile.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

Before I can fully form words, the goddess before me is pressed against me by the enchantress behind her. I groan when her hips begin to roll, grinding her body against ours before I grip her waist.

Leaning down, I whisper, “I’m in control, Brown Eyes.” Then my gaze travels up to the girl with the locs. She snakes her hand around the curly-haired goddess, gliding her fingers up and cupping her breasts.

Coffee-colored eyes peer into mine, expressing her intentions far better than if she spoke. The enchantress brushes the beauty’s tresses aside, lowers her mouth to the column of her neck, and licks.

Holy fuck!

Suddenly, having to transfer doesn’t feel like a hardship right now. In fact, it seems like the best decision ever made.

I refocus, shifting my attention to the movements of the girl before me. Lust-filled honey-brown eyes spring open as her head tilts slightly, providing me access to her slender neck.

A combination of honey, vanilla, and jasmine wafts up, and I inhale—my nostrils flare as the scent wears down my resolve. No longer able to resist, I lower my mouth to the other side of her throat and latch on.

She tastes like a sin I never want forgiveness for. Her moans—like a siren’s call, a melody I’ll gladly follow into unknown depths, knowing I’ll never come up for air.

Nipping her skin, the three of us continue to move together, changing our rhythm to match the song. The action causes all the blood circulating in my body to rush down to my dick, and the brown-eyed goddess smirks. She grinds into my hard-on, pushing her hips so I can feel her pussy just as the girl behind her twirls until I’m the one between them.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, but fuck whoever that is. This is more than what I anticipated tonight. Not one, but two gorgeous women pressed against me—our bodies moving in sync as “Nasty” by Joshua Showtime Williams plays.

One set of hands travels up my chest, resting on my pectorals, and squeezes as the other set ghosts up my back, tracing an invisible line against my heated skin.

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