“Wait,” I protest faintly, glancing over my shoulder at the campus. But we’re far from the beaten path, shadowed in the trees, and Vin is kissing my cheek, my jaw, as Anthony keeps his hands moving over me.
“Relax,” Vin replies, his eyes following my gaze and lighting up with amusement. “Nobody walks this way.”
“Even if they do, they won’t stop to stare too long,” Anthony adds, before he kisses the nape of my neck, his lips tracing around, up my neck to that sensitive spot right below my ear. “All they’ll see is a guy and a girl entwined…”
I squirm, still torn, my heart beating way too fast from their touches, but also the faint, lingering fear of being seen.
“We can stop if you prefer,” Vin whispers against my lips, right before he leans in to kiss me again, harder this time.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, surrendering completely. They’re right. Nobody ever walks this way. And even if they do, they would need to walk right up to this tree to tell what’s happening. To see that it’s me here, and not one but two guys…
“You are the sexiest woman we’ve ever seen,” Anthony murmurs against my neck, and Vin’s lips part against mine, his tongue brushing my mouth, parting my lips until our tongues are entwined. Then I forget about the rest of the world. I forget about everything but their mouths, their hands, their bodies pressed against mine.
“We want you, Cassidy,” Vin breathes as our lips part for a moment.
Before I can recover or even catch my breath from that kiss, though, Vin is gone, pulling away, kissing the other side of my neck. Anthony cups my face in his hands, turning me toward him, and then his mouth is on mine instead, all heat and fire, his kisses harder than Vin’s, almost rough. I wrap my arms around them both, one around Anthony’s neck, the other around Vin’s, my hands splayed against their strong, muscular backs.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur, my eyes half closed, lost in the feeling.
“Never.” When Anthony breaks our kiss to grin at me, his hands sliding down my waist, wrapping around my hips, it’s all I can do not to gasp at the rush of sensations flooding me. I can feel my pulse beating in my fingers, my toes, all the way down to my clit, which feels swollen and on fire just from the boys’ kisses alone.
I can’t imagine what more would feel like.
“Cass…” Vin’s voice is low, almost a growl.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Anthony adds, his own voice tense with desire.
Vin’s hands join Anthony’s, both of them gripping my hips tightly, sliding one hand each over the front of my jeans. They’re so close my pussy practically pulses with need, burning for them.
“Are you wet for us yet, Cassidy?” Vin whispers, and fucking hell, am I ever.
But before I can gasp out a response, their hands slide over, past, down my legs… Anthony’s hands return, tracing up my inner thigh, but Vin shifts his grip, tracing up over my waist to my chest, both hands circling my breasts.
“It feels like you might be,” he adds, his fingers pinching my nipples gently. “If these are any indication.”
“What a dirty girl we have on our hands, Vin,” Anthony adds, smirking. He catches me in another deep, slow kiss, and I feel full, bursting with need. I am on fire between them, and they are stoking the flames hotter. With every touch, my nerves feel like they’re about to explode. All I can think about is their hands, their mouths, as Vin cups my breasts, massaging, and leans over to kiss me just seconds after Anthony’s lips leave mine.
“Yes, right there,” I groan. My nipples harden beneath my bra, and for a second, all I want is for Vin to rip off my shirt, my bra. I want them both naked, and me caught between them, feeling their warm skin on mine, their strong muscular bodies pressed against my soft curves.
“You like that, dirty girl?” Vin trails his tongue along my neck, his hands still relentlessly grasping my breasts.
I lose track of who is where. All I feel are their mouths, their lips. Something rough brushes against my back and I realize we’ve moved deeper into the park near our dorms. I’m pressed against a tree now, pinned as Anthony sinks to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach through my shirt. Vin cups my chin in his hands and traces kisses along my jawline, even as Anthony starts to lift my shirt, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin of my stomach as he kisses me again, his mouth hot as a brand.
Fucking hell. I want them both. Right here, right now. I don’t even care that this is my first time; I just need this to never end.
I grab Vin and kiss him roughly, arching my hips up against Anthony’s face, gasping into Vin’s mouth as Anthony’s tongue swirls around my navel, his teeth grazing my skin ever so lightly.
“Fuck me,” I gasp faintly, too lost in their bodies to think straight.
The boys pull back ever so slightly, and panic floods my brain for a second—did I do something wrong? Did I get the wrong idea?
But when I open my eyes, they’re just having a silent glaring contest at one another. Vin breaks it first. “I thought you said you had some.”
“I forgot.” Anthony’s grimacing like it’s the worst mistake ever.
I frown, not liking to see either of them upset. “What’s wrong?”
“We left the condoms back in the dorm,” Anthony admits with a wince.
“I can’t believe you didn’t bring some.” Vin rolls his eyes. “You had one job.”
“It’s fine, there’s a corner store half a block away. I’ll just run and grab them.”
“Thanks,” I interject, still frowning a little. I was enjoying the moment—and as much as I didn’t want it to stop, now that it has, my brain has started to catch up again. All I can think about is my virginity. The guys will notice, surely, as soon as we start taking this any farther, that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. And I didn’t want to get involved with anyone this year—am I really willing to give up on that promise so fast?
Especially here, in the middle of the park, pushed up against a tree in a dark pathway that anyone could stumble down at any moment. Is this really how I want to experience my first time?
And yet, the boys feel so right. Being with them, both of them, feels natural… Safe.
Anthony jogs off toward the corner store, and I watch him go with a frown of regret. That is until Vin brushes my hair back from my forehead and kisses my neck, my jawline, the corner of my lips. He’s trying to distract me again, draw me back into the moment. It almost works. I turn to kiss him, but it’s different now. I’m too nervous—all I can think about is Anthony’s trip to the store, and what it means for the immediate future. I’m about to lose my V-card. In the woods. With two guys at once.
“Are you okay?” Vin asks softly, breaking away from the kiss to study me, his dark eyes thoughtful and serious.
“Yeah,” I answer, way too quickly. “Fine. I just mean, this is… different.”
He smiles, his hand cupping my cheek. “Being with two guys? Don’t worry, Cass. It’s the same as being with one. Better, though, I’d say.” He winks, and my cheeks flush.
“Not that I’d know, but sure,” I laugh. Then, realizing what I just said, I freeze, my eyes going wide.
Vin’s smile vanishes. He tilts his head, a confused furrow between his brows. “What did you just say?”
“I mean… Er…” My cheeks could start a forest fire right now. “Just that, I don’t know what it’s like with one guy, let alone two.”
“You’re a virgin?”
The way he asks it, it sounds like an accusation. I shut my eyes, wincing. “Yes. So?”
“You never mentioned that before.” When I open my eyes again, Vin has backed off, his expression completely different. Calm and controlled again, no longer full of lust or desire.
Shit. I fucked this up.
“Never mentioned what?” Anthony asks as he jogs back up the path toward us, just close enough to catch the tail end of our conversation.
Vin is in the process of picking up his bag and Anthony’s, slinging them both over his shoulder. “We’ve got to go, Anthony.”
Anthony glances back and forth between us, to the store bag in his hand. But when he meets Vin’s eyes, something passes between them, a kind of unspoken code. The boys know each other too well by now, and Anthony must know whatever Vin is trying to tell him. Because he pockets the bag and turns to leave as well.
“Thanks, Cass,” Anthony is saying, but Vin’s already walking away, fast, toward the dorms. I just lean back against the tree watching them go, fighting back tears of frustration and confusion.
Why the hell did I admit that to them? Of course they don’t want to sleep with a virgin. They want a girl who knows what she’s doing, who’s experienced enough to handle them. AKA, not me.
I shut my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to cry until the boys are out of sight, and I’m finally alone in the woods.
5
It’s been almost 12 hours since the guys left me in the woods. I haven’t been able to bring myself to go back to the dorm room we share—I spent last night sleeping in my stupid car out on the edge of campus. I have one text from Anthony around midnight asking if I’m okay and to please let them know. I replied to say I’m fine, then I turned my phone off and curled up on my back seat under the beach towel I found in my trunk.