Chapter 10 Against The Other
Lana’s Point of View
“Show me your tits,” Christian murmured darkly in my ears, his voice was deep and filled with thick lust, as he pressed his hand against my crotch, feeling my pussy through the cotton shorts I was putting on.
My breath faltered as his hands tightened around my neck; his fingers teased me as he traced the outline of my femininity, my legs parting on their own accord.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” A deep rumble escaped from his chest again, and I sighed heavily.
He pressed his body into me, his already hardened bulge stabbed my lower belly, and I could feel it throbbing—the thought of a man’s dick so close to my body made my belly flip.
“Ah…” A strangled moan escaped my parted lips at all these new sensations that I was feeling.
Just then, I felt another mouth on my neck, another warmth pressed against me from behind, this person’s grip was firmer around my waist, and his neck kisses were intense.
“Xavier?” I asked curiously, and he grabbed my jaw; he seized my lips in his, kissing me with an intense passion. Christian’s fingers finally slipped inside my shorts, and they parted my pussy lips, sinking his finger into my thickness.
“You need to spread your legs more, honey,” Christian grunted as his other hand molded my left breast, while Xavier kissed me hungrily. I squirmed, my body sandwiched in between them both, my legs parting further.
I felt myself jolt when Christian’s fingers ran along my wet folds, his thumb rubbed hard against my clit, and I felt my back arch.
“Hm,” I was about to break the kiss, when Xavier grabbed my neck, shoving his tongue deep down my throat, I could feel his own hardness pressed against my lower back.
“Um, do you like that?” Christian whispered against my face, as he kissed the sides of my very occupied mouth, biting the skin of my cheeks and trailing the kiss down to my neck.
My eyes rolled back when his hot mouth clasped around my erect nipples.
I was overstimulated, Christian’s hand between my legs, Xavier’s tongue deep in my mouth, Christian’s mouth on my left breast, and Xavier’s fingers pinching my right nipples.
“Alan!” I could hear my name in the distance, but I ignored it, letting these two boys pleasure me with their everything, but now everything seems so vague.
Someone was shaking me lightly.
“Alan, wake the fuck up, we are going to be late,” Noah screamed into my ears. Before I could even react, he grabbed me and shook me violently.
My eyes flung open, darting in the direction of the intruder.
“Come on, I didn’t know you were such a deep sleeper.” Noah shook his head, and I quickly wiped the thick saliva blob that was at the end of my lips. My eyes swiftly whipped around the room, and I spotted Xavier sitting at the end of his bed. He was dressed in a navy-blue tracksuit and was putting on his sports shoes.
His eyes flickered up and met mine, and I quickly dodged his gaze, my heart slamming against my ribcage.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I realized I was having a very detailed sexual dream of being in a threesome with both Xavier and Christian.
“It’s sports day.” Noah reminded me, as he threw my sportswear towards me, that he was dressed in a white round neck, but also wearing a navy-blue tracksuit. “You should get ready.”
I did everything I could to avoid Xavier’s gaze. I don’t think I could ever look at him with such a straight face, especially after what I had just dreamt about.
I got up almost immediately, getting down from the bunk, and quickly disappearing into the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” I heard Noah’s voice and scuffling. “Uh, No! We have to wait for him.”
I leaned in the door to listen to what was going on. I heard the door slam. Curiously, I opened the door, my eyes darting around the now vacant space, and I soon realized they had left without me.
“Yes!” I yelled as I turned on the lock on the bathroom door.
“Rowan!” The P.E teacher, Mr. Matthews, called me. The teachers in this institution are fond of addressing the students by their surnames, and I froze almost immediately, my eyes bulging out of my sockets. “What are you doing there?”
I was intentionally avoiding him and the others because if I were caught, I would be forced to sport with the rest, and I would rather not stress myself.
“Um, I am looking for the court.”
“What sport do you play?” He asked curiously, and I froze again, because I didn’t register to play anyone.
“Um, I-I…” He interrupted me sharply.
“Come with me.” He snapped, and I followed almost immediately. He led me towards the indoor volleyball court, and my eyes darted towards Xavier and some of the other boys putting on their knee pads.
His green eyes snapped up and met mine almost immediately, and I blushed hard and furiously, recalling the dirty dream I had this morning.
“Shepherds, how many do you have on your team?” Mr. Matthew asked curiously.
“Five. We are short on one person; Luke is unwell, so he is out.” Ezra answered, holding the ball to his side, and Mr. Matthew nodded in satisfaction as he pushed me forward.
“Good. Let Rowan play.”
“Can you play volleyball?” Luke Shepherds, the class president, who is also the head of the volleyball team, asked me curiously.
“I can try,” I answered, shrugging.
“It’s just a preliminary game; even Asher and Xavier are new on the team.” He pointed towards Xavier, who walked up to us holding two blue vests in his hands—he handed me one. “But Xavier used to play this sport before, so I think he is good.”
“Put this on,” Xavier answered almost immediately, and I collected it. “We are playing against the red team.”
I turned towards the other end of the court, and my eyes widened when I saw Christian strut in stylishly, his hands swatting some loose strands of his hair backward.
This is just great.
I am playing with Xavier against Christian.