Spycraft Academy by B. Miles (little readers .txt) 📕

Sam blinked at her, his once relaxed nerves jumping into survival mode. He sheepishly reached for the blanket, crushed to the wall, and threw it over his and Mattie's joined bodies.

Please don't make a scene.

She liked Mattie, he could clearly tell that from her behavior. The question was how she was going to express her jealousy.

Drina tucked a black curl behind her ear and looked at the two of them for a drawn out, suspended moment, her eyes darting back and forth.

She didn't look as troubled as she had all week, but maybe that was because of how surprised she was to see the two of them naked and sweating right in front of her. He could feel the tension in Mattie's body and he rubbed soothing circles into her upper arms. However Drina reacted, he'd deal with it, he never let things get out of hand before, and now would be no different.

Drina stood slowly, her long shirt covering the very tops of her thighs while everything below was bare. He'd never seen her legs before, he'd never seen most girls bare above the knees, but he could see the graceful muscles woven into her soft curves and he understood immediately how she could so easily outdo him in physical fitness runs.

She took a step toward the bed and Sam wound his arms protectively around Mattie. Drina hesitated, opening her mouth, closing it, looking at the door, then back at them.

"I'm sorry," Mattie finally whispered. "We tried to be quiet."

Drina bit her lip and seemed to be chewing on it in thought. Whatever she was thinking, she made her decision, and Sam watched cautiously as she sank to her knees, grasping the edge of the mattress. She reached out slowly, her fingers resting on the side of Mattie's face almost curiously, like she'd discovered something novel.

Mattie didn't move. Neither did Sam, but his intrigue was quickly rising.

Drina leaned in and kissed Mattie. It was quick, almost chaste. She pulled away just as quickly and looked at Mattie, then she looked at Sam and his length stirred to life, still buried in the tight warmth of his girlfriend.

Drina leaned in again, this time her movements more assured. Her mouth met Mattie's and to Sam's surprise, Mattie threw the blankets off and gripped the darker girl by her thick hair, pressing into her.

Their tongues flashed between their lips, and what started off as a soft kiss quickly evolved into something hard and eager. Mattie tugged Drina's hair and the other girl broke the kiss long enough to climb on the bed and slide between Sam and the wall, sandwiching him right in the middle of the two of them. Drina spooned herself against his back and his breath hitched, his suspense building and his imagination running wild.

Drina grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her as she leaned over him. Her nostrils flared and the Drina he first met was long gone. She held his gaze when she lowered her lips to his, and he was trapped in the almost-black grip of her stare.

"I don't think either of you know what you're getting yourselves into," she whispered, her lips tickling his, hovering closely.

A hand slid across his hips and she suddenly had one arm wrapped around both of them. Mattie jerked and gasped, and he didn't know what Drina was doing with her hands until her fingers glided along what little of his length wasn't deep inside of Mattie.

"I want both of you. Equally. Very badly." She did something with her fingers, found a pressure point that Sam didn't realize he had, and stroked him from the seam to Mattie's entrance, making both of them jolt.

"And if you invite me to your bed—" Sam hissed when Drina yanked him out of his girlfriend, exposing him to the chilly air.

"Then you need to understand that I will come to your bed more than once."

Her little hand wrapped around his girth and she buried him snugly between Mattie's thighs, circling the crown of his length and pumping him in turns. She pressed him tight to Mattie's entrance and made him grind against her wet opening.

"And you need to understand that I'm not a third wheel. I will give you everything, I will never trade you in or sell you out. I will protect you and make you happy. I expect the same from you. Deal?"

Sam panted against Drina's full lips, thrusting desperately into her palm as Mattie squeezed her thighs around him. She was making it hard to concentrate when all he could think about was flipping her over and spreading her wide open.

"Yes!" Mattie squeaked when Drina brushed along both of them.

"Good." She smirked and her eyes stayed glued to Sam's. He felt as though blinking would be the death of him.

"Mattie said yes, Sam," she cooed, nudging his tip against Mattie's opening, dragging it along her damp slit until his hips jolted mindlessly into whatever wanted to drain him of everything he had.

"What about you?" She whispered.

He didn't even have to think about it.

"Yes," he said. Her answering smile hovered somewhere between happy and malicious, like she would suck his soul from his chest and ride him until he died from her savagery.

"Good," she purred. "Now let's see how many ways I can fold the two of you."

10

Sam woke up much differently than usual. Usually, he wasn't so warm. Usually, he didn't have people in his bed. Usually, he didn't have his rod cuddled into somebody's palm, much less two somebodies.

He opened his eyes slowly and took stock of the daylit room. Drina's leg was thrown over his thighs, Mattie's face was buried in his chest. The blanket was somewhere on the floor, the sheets barely hanging onto the mattress. They were both loosely cupping his quickly growing length.

The room smelled like sex. There was no other way to explain the specific blend of scents that hung in the air. Mattie's thighs were littered