Chapter 9

Dylan

I never thought I’d see King and Simon in such a situation again. And yet here we are, circling Krista like hungry animals.

King is rubbing her thigh. Simon is behind her, kissing her neck softly.

And me? I’m watching.

Like I said—we weren’t expecting this to happen again.

Krista’s face is flushed with arousal; it’s irresistible.

“Krista, you’re okay with this, right?” I murmur. Consent is everything, after all. And this isn’t just any girl in a bar, after all. This is a member of the grad school—someone we’ll have to see every day.

If ever there was someone we wanted to feel at home, it’s Krista. She gives me a direct stare, her eyes heavy with desire.

“I’ve wanted to do this every fucking day since that night in the bar. I’ve just…not wanted to admit it.”

Well, that’s all any of us needed to hear. King pulls her to the floor, unbuttoning her short skirt as he does so. Simon and I stay standing, watching carefully.

“What are you…doing?” Krista asks, eyes on the two of us.

“I want you to touch yourself,” I declare authoritatively, not knowing where the order has come from but sticking to it nonetheless.

King and Simon seem to agree, so I roll with it.

Krista looks at me uncertainly.

“You want me to…touch myself?”

“Oh, yes. Hard. Look us in the eyes and fuck yourself as hard as you can. Only when you’re begging for it will we intervene.”

King and Simon look at me in wonder, and I can practically hear their thought process.

What the hell, man?

She’ll never agree to that!

You’ve just ruined it for us.

But Krista nods her head a little shakily. King removes her skirt, then pulls away her stockings, leaving only her panties.

When King makes to take them off, I motion for him to stop.

“No,” I command, “she can do it herself.”

And so we’re all standing there, looking at Krista on the floor as she tentatively brings a hand down to finger her clit through the silk.

Oh my fucking god. It’s so hot.

I feel my cock getting hard against my pants; I’m sure the same thing is happening to King and Simon.

I unzip my pants, careful to maintain eye contact with Krista, which she doesn’t break.

I start massaging my dick as it gets larger and larger, matching my breathing to Krista’s even as her breathing gets faster.

“You want us to touch you,” I say. “You want us to fuck you so hard that you struggle to walk out of this room.”

It’s not a question; it’s a fact.

Krista bites her lip as I stroke my cock; out of the corner of my eye, I see King and Simon do the same.

“I want…won’t you put it in my mouth, Dylan?” Krista asks, voice low and heavy with arousal.

I kneel down beside her, tracing the tip of my cock against her lips.

“You have to earn it, Krista. You have to touch yourself so hard you’re practically screaming.”

Simon and King kneel down around Krista, too; all around her head are throbbing, aching dicks simply begging to be sucked. It’s simply a matter of which of us will give in first and thrust ourselves into her mouth.

“You’re…cruel,” Krista barely manages to get out between desperate pants.

I run a hand down her stomach to her panties; they’re fucking drenched. I rub a finger teasingly over the top of her clit, echoing the movement her own finger has just taken.

Krista gasps, and I take the opportunity to sling a leg over her neck and stick my cock in her mouth.

“I changed my mind,” I murmur. “You can suck me off right fucking now, you little slut. You have three of us to please, after all.”

Krista’s eyes widen slightly as she struggles to adjust to my massive cock in her mouth, then gasps in surprise around me as King straddles her hips, thrusting against her panties without entering her pussy.

“If you think you’re getting away with only pleasuring Dylan then you have another thing coming, sweetie,” King says.

Simon grabs Krista’s right hand and places it over his crotch, rubbing it against his cock like a stag in heat.

If Krista has a reply, it’s lost against my dick in her mouth; I rock back and forth, forcing her to take me in whether she likes it or not.

“You want me in you, Krista?” King goads, watching Krista as she moans against my cock. Her hips twitch against his, physically begging for him to plunge the full length of him into her.

To her right, Simon is guiding her hand up and down himself, sighing contentedly as she picks up the pace.

I run a hand through Krista’s hair, pulling her head closer to the base of my cock.

“You know you can do it, Krista,” I encourage her. “We’ll make it so worth your while if you help us all out.”

Krista fires back with a look of determination, and I feel her lips tightening around my shaft; it feels fucking incredible as she uses the newfound pressure to suck on my cock all the harder.

I see her eyes water as King uses his hand to push her panties aside, shoving two fingers up into her pussy as hard as he can.

“If you want that to be my cock, you better fucking beg for it.”

“Ugh,” Simon bites out; Krista’s grip on him has gotten tighter as King’s teasing has gotten harder for her to ignore.

And here I am, continuing to fuck her mouth as if my life depends on it.

I can’t say I’ve ever found the research facility as exciting as this before.

Suddenly, Krista’s free hand reaches up and grabs my tie, pulling me down with it. I moan as she does so; it makes her mouth on my cock all the more irresistible.

“I think it’s time to change positions soon,” Simon comments, breathing heavily from his position, but eyeing up my location over Krista’s neck enviously.

“Wait for your fucking turn, Simon,” I gasp, just as Krista cries out around my cock.

King has entered her, letting his sizeable dick do its damage in her pussy. It causes Krista’s delicious lips to tighten around my cock, and I groan in pleasure at the sensation.

I give Simon a look that suggests ‘you won’t have to wait long’ before returning my attention to Krista.

“Just like that, sweetheart, not much longer,” I let out between pants; this whole situation is possibly even hotter than the night we shared in the bar.

Behind me, I can hear King struggling to remain coherent as he plunges into Krista again and again. Every time he enters her, Krista’s teeth dig into my cock ever so slightly—the little moments of pain only make the pleasure all the better for it.

I look Krista in the eye.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow every last drop. And then you’re going to suck Simon off as if your life depends on it,” I command.

If Krista could nod, I’m sure she would have. As it is, with the full twelve inches of my cock in her mouth, she’s incapable of anything but continuing to suck me off.

I glance at Simon just before I come and smile maliciously. Just as Krista sends me over the edge, I pull out of her mouth and come all over her face, covering her skin in sticky, salty fluid that she has to lick from her face.

Simon doesn’t seem to care; he pushes me away and shoves his cock into Krista’s mouth even as she struggles to clean off her face.

“My turn,” he grins, as I sit on the side and recover.

I know I’ll be up for it again before King comes inside Krista, and then I’ll take my opportunity to fuck her properly.

Yes—this has definitely been the most interesting day in the research facility that I’ve experienced thus far, that’s for sure.