Customer Service (Chloe PoV)*

Even with the lingering euphoria, letting the two strip me put me on edge. I hated it. Dealing with their lustful gazes was bad enough when I had my clothes on. Letting them see me breached some intimacy layer even my Gift couldn’t mask.

It was made worse by them being unable to keep their hands off me. I said nothing, eyes closed as I felt their hands wander my body. They were too rough, grabbing and squeezing wherever they pleased. I remained silent, letting them. This was for them, not me.

After a brief argument over who got what, I was pulled over to one of the cots. Oliver laid back on the bed, practically drooling as he watched me straddle him. Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself onto him. A coo of pleasure escaped my lips before I could stop it. Seemed like lunch’s euphoria was still going strong.

A strong pair of hands pushed me forward. My chest pressed against Oliver who took advantage of the situation to steal a kiss. I jolted backward, but the strong hands kept me in place. My fight with Oliver didn’t last long as I felt Braylen’s dick against my ass, the lube causing a shiver to run up my back.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, eyes fluttering as he entered me as well. Here I thought Tyler’s dick had been amazing. Truth was, I didn’t know what amazing was. What could one dick do when compared to two? I was filled in a way one man could never achieve. Weakened by the euphoric state I was already in, my mind gave in to my body’s demand.

Uh. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all...

Neither guy was gentle with me and I didn’t care. I panted. I moaned. I screamed. They were driving me wild and I loved every second of it. I had a vague awareness of them taking advantage of my state but was too caught in the moment to care.

Oliver held me close as he bucked his hips against me. I rubbed my body against him as I tried to rock my waist against his, the friction giving just that little bit of extra pleasure.

I kissed him as we fucked. I would have made out with him the entire time if Braylen hadn’t pulled me away from him. Running his arms under mine, he held me up as he hammered my ass with that wonderful dick of his. Turning my head, I groaned before meeting his lips. Below, Oliver roughly grabbed at my tits. The two seemed to be in a match over who could feel me up, teasing my hard nipples as hands roamed over my chest.

As we grew closer to climax, they focused their attention on their thrusts. Gift or no, I was in Heaven. All this and it still wasn’t enough. Even two could barely satisfy the craving I had as my Gift offered the promise of more. Just... more. Always more.

I remembered screaming over and over as they pounded me. They couldn’t remain silent either, grunting and groaning as I carried us upwards. Oliver was practically yelling as he thrust his hips up against me. I lost control of my body as pleasure overtook me and my Gift granted its bounty.

My senses slowly returned. The muscles on my face were sore from the smile I wore as I stretched out across the infirmary cot. Holy shit did I feel good. My body felt like it was made of clouds and I couldn’t stop smiling. It was hard to believe only two euphoria bumps got me into this state.

I glanced over at the window, confused by why the sun was so low. My head lulled around as I looked the other way. The sight of the clock hands made my heart sink as I snapped up into a sitting position.

I was supposed to meet Jake three hours ago.

“What the fuck…” I looked down and found my answer. “Mother fuckers…” There was no way one load would make that much mess. It seemed the boys had taken advantage of my state to get a few free rounds while I was out of it. Bastards. Could this day get any fucking worse? First, Tyler interrupts whatever Jake was going to ask me, then I practically beg for today’s clients to double-team me—even going so far to give them discounts—and it all ends with me getting coma-fucked into oblivion.

Fuck.

I couldn’t even be properly mad. How could I when I felt so damn good? My body was wired and I was over the Moon.

Rolling off the bed, I rushed around as I cleaned myself off as best I could. Shit. So gross. There was so fucking much of it. Back to back like that, it was a miracle I woke up this side of the day.

Cleaned up as best I could, I left the infirmary and immediately went for the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I blew at a tendril of hair that crossed my face. God, I looked like a mess. There was no mistaking the, ‘fucked silly’ state I was in. The worse part was the smile on my face. No amount of self-hate was going to get rid of that. Not with the amount of euphoria bumps I'd had today. Ugh. Why? Why the fuck did that knock me on my ass like that? The bump should have been smaller thanks to there being an extra body to absorb some of it.

Running a hand through my hair, I took in a deep breath of much needed air. I turned on the water as I released it slowly.

Less than ten minutes later, I was rushing through the empty halls for the library. I knew he wasn’t going to be there. What kind of idiot would wait over three hours for someone who was a no-show? I needed to see it with my own eyes. The sight of the empty chair might knock some sense into me because it made no sense that I still had a sliver of hope within me. That for some inexplicable reason, he waited for me.

I chopped it up to the high I was riding on thanks to my Gift.

The library was still open because the admins liked to pretend that students actually made use of it. The evening librarian gave me a smile as I passed. Me being here probably made her night. There was almost a skip to my step as I made my way to the stairs. I still couldn’t get rid of my damn smile. I felt like I was about to burst with happiness even though my mind knew nothing about it was natural.

Taking the steps two at a time I got to the top. My head swiveled over to the spot we had unofficially claimed as our own. My heart was racing, hope surging inside me.

There he sat, nose in a book with his notebook open beside him. The only difference was the coffee cup from the awful library cafe.

He was there.

He waited for me.