Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 18 Kai's tongue darts into my mouth, tangling with mine. Blood and spit merge, but I swallow it all down, and it tastes like this entire fuckery condensed into a salty, coppery juice. And then Bastian's fingers are stroking my pussy, making me moan into Kai's mouth. It hurts down there. Aching, burning, stinging. But every stroke coaxes that pain into pleasure. Bastian slips his fingers inside me, two at once, and I gasp, breaking away from Kai's kiss.

Bastian pushes those bloody fingers into his mouth as I turn to watch, and then he grabs Kai's head and pulls him down for another kiss. I can't bear to watch something that hot without being a part of it, so I grab Kai away and pull him to me instead, licking up every trace I can find on his lips, mouth, chin. Bastian bucks his hips, sending me and Kai toppling to the side. And I can't believe that I giggle, or that Kai laughs, but then Kai strokes his knuckle down my face and murmurs, "I fucking love you," and my heart is shattering with joy.

"I love you too." I roll on top of Kai, kissing him wildly, desperately. Laughing as we get tangled in my chain. It's perfect. Like it should have been under the maple tree. Should have known Bastian was just biding his time. "Just like that, my little pets," Bastian says behind me. That should have been our warning. But I'm too focused on Kai, on drinking him down as our tongues wage war and our bodies meld together. Bastian seizes my hips and wrenches them up, away from Kai. When I gasp, he pushes my head down again, and Kai comes up to meet me, dragging me down for a kiss.

Leaving me vulnerable. Not doing a thing as Bastian peels my ass cheeks apart and thrusts into my bleeding, aching pussy. I yell against Kai's mouth, but he cups my face, and urges me to keep kissing him. And damn, I try, but Bastian's fucking me, and my fingers dig into the sheets as my back arches in pain. Or pleasure. I can't even tell anymore. "Touch her," Bastian snaps. "Make her come." Kai fumbles between our bodies. With my hips lifted for Bastian, it's easy for him to shove a hand between my legs and work my clit.

I stare down at him, hair in sweat-curled ringlets around my head as Bastian pounds into me. As Kai rubs my clit, a frantic glow in his eyes. When my orgasm hits, it's like nothing I've ever experienced. It's not hard and fast like it usually is-a quick swell, then a tender, lingering release. Newest update provided by Find_Novel(.)net This time I'm shot into the air, and I just keep ascending. I gasp. Yell, "Fuck!" But Bastian just keeps thrusting into me, his hips slamming against my ass, sending tremors through my entire body, making my collar's chain rattle. I keep climbing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I groan, pushing myself up, grinding back into him, and that changes the angle, and that changes everything. Bastian pulls me up the rest of the way, hand locking around my throat, his teeth on my ear, tugging, hips not once relenting. I've lost sight of Kai, but his lips touch me a moment later. On my fucking clit. And I spread my legs like a shameless whore, because I'm still climbing, and I can see the top. I'm almost there. "See this, boy? This is how a real man fucks." Bastian turns my head and forces me to kiss him.

A second later, he pounds into me, and then stops, buried deep. Draws out. Slams back in again. Then once, hard, so hard I shout against his mouth. Again. And a final time. He erupts inside me. Emptying as he grinds his hips into my ass, groaning. And, fuck, I'm still climbing. My body shudders and shakes, and then he's pulling out, his hand still on my throat, on my belly. "Get under her." I'm suspended on a high wire, my body electrified as I wait to drop. The whole room wobbles, and I clutch onto Bastian because I'm going to fall and die.

Then Kai's head is under me, between my legs, and Bastian pushes me down. Kai's mouth closes over my tortured pussy, so hot and wet, his tongue diving inside me. "Oh, God," I mewl, grinding against his face. "Oh, fuck." Bastian laughs, kissing the side of my neck as his hand glides down to toy with my clit. I smell the blood his split lip leaves behind on my skin-and holy hell, it's fucking hot knowing Kai hurt him like that.

"Come for him." "I don't know...I don't know if..." I whisper breathlessly, but Kai's lips and tongue don't stop, and all I can think about is how much cum and blood he's swallowing, and why the fuck that makes me arch and grind, why that makes me grab Bastian's wrist and force him to rub me harder, only God can know. Or the Devil. "Lick," Bastian whispers in my ear, releasing my throat and slipping his finger inside my mouth. I don't just lick. I suck. And he groans, and that makes Kai groan, and fuck I'm so close I start panting.

Bastian takes that wet finger and pushes it between my ass cheeks, then smears it over my asshole. I try to move away, but he tightens the arm around my waist where he's strumming my clit, and then pushes his finger inside me. He pumps it in and out as he murmurs, "Eat her out, but don't swallow." Kai grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me harder against his face, even though I'm already grinding him. As soon as his tongue spears into me again, I come. It takes me forever to finish. Maybe I don't.

It's like drifting down from the top of the Eiffel tower, except I keep hitting these little air pockets, buffeting up before floating down again. "Up, boy." I open my eyes, moaning at the loss of Kai's warm mouth and eager tongue, but then he kisses me. Bastian's cum, blood, and my own tangy taste fills my mouth. "Swallow," Bastian says. I do...but not everything. I keep just enough in my mouth that, when I turn to Bastian and kiss him, there's some of that hot mess to push between his lips. I expect him to gag. To get pissed off. I'm self-destructive like that, I guess.

But he growls into our kiss and sucks my tongue clean of every trace. He leans back, studying me, dragging a thumb over the cut on his lip, smearing it with blood. The cold, calculating light in his eyes sends a shiver over my skin. But I shiver even harder when he brings that thumb to my lower lip, painting my mouth red with his blood. "The dark in you craves the dark in me," he mutters, like a curse. Then he turns to look at Kai, who's grinding his teeth and watching us with pupils the size of dinner plates.

"And you, my boy," he says, gently cupping Kai's face as he runs his thumb over his mouth, painting his lips too. "Your dark craves ours most of all."