Spycraft Academy B. Miles (new ebook reader txt) 📖

a flirtatious little smile. She sashayed toward one of the trees.

He had an idea. No rules, huh?

Sam bolted for the shadows of the woods and fell into the darkness.

“Hey, not fair!” Drina whined.

He grinned to himself and walked as quietly as he could. He rounded the rim of the clearing. She was looking the other way when he popped out of the forest and tapped her on the shoulder.

She growled and came at him harder. Her daggers swiped left, right, up, down, and for once in his life, Sam was glad that so many people had tried to knife him before. He dodged her furious movements much better than if she’d had a stick.

The two of them went at it for a very long time.

Unfortunately, in the end, the fifth blow went to Drina, who cheered and jumped in the air, throwing her knives into the dirt as if she'd won the ultimate championship.

“All right, Sam,” Mattie called, “rules or rules. Take off your clothes.”

Sam hadn't thought he would lose, but at this point, he figured he was probably the worst swordsman in the clearing.

“You asked for it,” he said, pinning her in his sights as he started to undress. He'd been gaining so much weight since he got to the Academy that he was starting to look like a healthy, fit man of twenty. He was just worried about Rosin. It would not surprise him if she’d never seen a naked man before.

Sam flung off his shirt and threw it at Mattie before slipping his boots off, then his pants and smallclothes. He stood naked in the clearing, his practice sword hefted over his shoulder. He hadn’t looked away from Mattie yet, nor she him. He dared her to look down.

“All right, Drina,” he called without looking at her. “Don't be a cheat and go after the wrong bits.”

Mattie did look away at that point, and Sam followed her gaze…to Drina, who was smirking. Mattie’s answering smile was just as sly. He hoped that meant what he thought it meant.

Mattie stood up and tucked her hands behind her back, walking toward him, her eyes crawling from his face, then downward. When she stood in front of him, her body was inches away from his own. She flicked her blue eyes up at him and he immediately knew what she was going to do, as if he could read her mind.

And she was going to do it out in the forest, in the open, in front of Rosin. Suddenly, a warm body was pressed to his back.

Mattie wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist and pressed herself flush against him.

“Come here, Rosin,” Drina called from behind him. Her nails raked a soft trail up his spine. Drina and Mattie were mad if they thought Rosin was going to participate. Watch out of shock and curiosity, yes, but she wouldn’t join.

To his surprise, Rosin came into view, looking at anything but him. His body couldn’t not react at that point.

Mattie’s fingers danced across his, light as a feather. It was almost unbearable. Another set of hands slid around him, gliding down his abdomen. There were fingers stroking at his groin, skating dangerously close to his length without touching it.

Sam’s breathing became heavy, and he tilted his head back when Mattie nibbled the side of his neck. He pulled in a deep lungful of air as one of the girls wrapped her hand around his manhood.

“Aren't you curious?” Drina asked. Sam looked down to see Rosin at Mattie’s shoulder, blushing a deep red.

“I…I don't think…Sam. Ah…”

“Sam's okay with it,” Mattie said, her slender hand gliding down to join Drina’s. Sam bit his lip, his nostrils flaring.

“Tell Rosin how much you like it,” Drina purred. His hips twitched when she gave him a firm stroke.

“Go ahead, Sam. Tell her,” Mattie whispered as she cupped his tip with a gentle, gliding palm.

“I like it, Rosin,” he panted, looking at the moon so he had something to focus on before he started mindlessly rocking into the girls’ hands.

Sam's brain was long gone by now. The only thing that ruled him was a blood rushing to his groin and the warmth spreading down his spine. He took deep breaths.

“Just touch it. It doesn’t bite, promise.”

He wasn’t going to last long like this. Sam screwed his eyes shut when a third hand wrapped around him, his length now completely sheathed inside a bundle of warmth and friction.

His hips thrust instinctively.

Mattie trailed featherlight kisses down his shoulders and up his neck, threading her fingers into his hair, biting at his collarbone.

“See, not so bad, huh?” Drina murmured. Rosin nodded absently, her gaze trained on his length, her lips parted slightly like she was utterly fascinated.

“Did you three plan this or something?” Sam said through his teeth, stifling a groan when one of them tightened her grip.

“Maybe…” Mattie purred, “Rosin was curious, and Drina and I have been wanting you to come to bed again for weeks, so we figured…now was as good a time as any.”

Drina slowly dropped to her knees and caught his gaze. There was a hunger in her dark eyes and he held his breath, watching as the other girls guided his tip between her plush lips. She sucked at him lightly, swirling her tongue at a languid, torturous pace. Mattie and Rosin kept pumping him and little by little, Drina slid him deeper into her mouth.

His eyes drifted shut and he let out a steadying breath, his head falling back and his face tilted to the sky. Suddenly, the warmth of Drina’s lips was gone and Mattie’s fingers clutched at his hair, forcing his head down.

“Open your eyes,” Mattie said.

He did.

Drina smiled up at him. “Watch.”

He did.

Her little red tongue darted out and flicked at him. She did it again, then she flattened her tongue and dragged it from root to tip before she swallowed him. Sam sucked in a breath and a soft, distant pressure pulsated between his hips. He couldn’t tear his eyes