Page 47 of The Rivals' Touch

We take it in turns to pleasure him.

“Does it feel good, babe?” Legacy purrs, batting her lashes while I jerk his length from root to tip and slap the head on my tongue the way I know Bennett likes. The thought should disturb me, but I’m lost in sin, kicked out of the Garden of Eden with no desire to find my way back.

“Kiss each other,” he instructs, palming his cock.

Legacy leans in and skims her lips over mine. She smiles seductively, the tips of her fingers below my jaw.

“Ever been with a girl before?” she asks, swiping her tongue over my bottom lip.

Jesus….

I grab the back of her head and plunge my tongue inside her mouth, stealing something for myself, something I never knew I hungered for. She responds, and her long nails scrape my scalp deliciously as she kisses me back.

“Remi,” she whispers against my lips and snakes her slender hand beneath my top.

My head falls back on a moan. Zayd slides his tattooed hand over his cock as hunger flickers in his brown eyes.

Cool air hits my skin as Legacy lifts my top and dives down to snatch up my nipple between her teeth, causing me to hiss and arch into her touch.

Zayd brings his dick to my mouth and rubs the bulbous head along the seam of my lips until they tingle with anticipation. “Want it?” he taunts, his palm on the stall wall behind me.

There’s nothing I crave more. I stick my tongue out and lick his slit.

With his hand in my hair, he bends my head back and sinks his cock deep inside my mouth until it crowns the back of my throat and makes me gag.

Outside the stall, a tap switches on.

Zayd fucks my mouth slowly and thoroughly as if he’s in no hurry to get to class while Legacy worships my nipples. I’m about to combust with the need for more.

“That’s my good girl,” Zayd whispers, brushing his thumb through the mascara streaks on my cheek.

I want him to praise me again.

He picks up pace and begins fucking my mouth harder and deeper. Every time he slides down my throat, I gag.

“Yeah, like that,” he grunts, palming the back of my head, holding me down on his cock. Then he eases back and clasps Legacy’s arm.

He pulls her up and guides her face close to mine, watching us lick and suck his dick together. “Jesus, fuck!” he growls, leaning back against the stall door like a king with his feet planted.

Legacy moans. “Like what you see, baby?”

I can come. It won’t take much at all.

“You’re both such good girls!” he praises us, and his dark hair falls into his eyes as I cup his balls while Legacy sucks on his sensitive head.

I feel like I’m performing in a porn movie, on my knees in a toilet stall, sucking the jock’s dick with my arch enemy. You can’t make this shit up, yet it’s happening.

“You want to come?” Legacy taunts him, jerking him hard and fast. Up and down. “You want it so fucking bad, don’t you, babe?”

“Shut up!” he growls, pulling my hair into a ponytail and plunging his cock into my mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

I choke, and my hands fly up to grip his muscular thighs. I dig my nails into the rips in his jeans as he takes my mouth hard and fast.

Legacy’s voice filters past the thrum of my pulse in my ears. “She loves it, baby.”

Just then, Zayd’s salty release hits the back of my throat in quick squirts, and he stiffens; a deep groan reverberates inside his chest. “Fuck!” His tight grip on my hair hurts, but I take what he gives. I swallow every drop and let him use me until he’s spent.

He rests his head back against the stall door, his eyes falling shut. I rise to my feet and wipe my mouth, unsure how to act now. I’ve never done anything like this in my life before.

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