Spycraft Academy by B. Miles (sites to read books for free .txt) 📗

It was Mattie's voice. He would recognize the cadence anywhere.

Sam didn't walk in his room. Instead, he shut the door and stood in the hallway, his turgid blood stirring to life.

"Sam, where do you think you're going?" She whispered, her voice so melodic and quiet that it sounded like a song.

"Come to my room."

The way she was using her talent to bend the sounds in the air was impressive. Her control was so precise that she didn't even have to look at him, didn't have to be in the same room, to be able to make him shudder. The hunger in her tone rattled into his bones. He eyed her door, right next to his and yet leagues away.

This was it.

Sam swallowed and walked to her dorm, every step doubling his pulse until his hand was on her doorknob and his heart was in his throat.

He opened the door and it didn’t make a single sound, not a squeak or a creak. Mattie's doing, if he had to guess, so he didn't wake Drina, who was sleeping soundly on her side.

It was dark in the room but the two little windows on the far wall illuminated everything just enough so that Mattie's lithe body was clearly visible, naked from head to toe. She was kneeling on her mattress and crawling to the edge of the bed as he closed the door and pulled his boots off, peeling the leather away slowly because his eyes were too busy drinking in the sight of the woman on the bed, crooking her finger at him.

He pulled his other boot off and it thumped to the floor. He froze and glanced at Drina, but her eyes were still closed and her breathing even.

Suddenly, Mattie had him by the belt buckle.

She yanked him to her and he stood there dumbly while she made quick work of his trousers. Mattie pulled them down, underclothes and all, with one swift yank and they pooled at his feet, restricting his movements as Mattie slid his length past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth.

He took a deep breath and held it so he didn't make any noise when she began to slide him in and out, bathing every inch of him with the bold strokes of her tongue. Sam bit his lip and a familiar and long-awaited heat, a pressure like a spring, whirled in his stomach and poured to his groin. The pressure stayed there and second by agonizing second, it got bigger.

He'd waited so long for this moment. The cavern of Mattie's mouth tightened unexpectedly and all it took was a few long, languid drags, and he came apart. The balloon in his hips crashed down, then it shot out. He buried his fingers in her hair, holding tight and anchoring himself so he didn't cram himself down her throat, but she pushed and pulled his hips anyway, goading him to bury himself a little more.

He didn't come down from the euphoric high, though. She kept going, making his world go blurry and his hips flinch away from her. Mattie was either unaware of how sensitive he was, or she was using their need for silence to her advantage because she didn't let him pop out of her mouth until he was whispering rapidly, 'too much.'

She let him go and Sam's body sagged in relief.

Mattie caught his eyes and smirked as she licked her lips. She cocked an eyebrow and crawled back to the head of the bed, her narrow hips swinging back and forth. The soft blue moon cast shadows on the backs of her thighs, but when she slid onto her back and opened her legs, her dampness glinted and he was ready to go again, ready to finally feel what it was like to be with the girl he loved.

She watched him undress, and he had to fight off the urge to hurry and get under the blankets. The last thing he wanted was for her to notice his sharp hipbones, his visible ribs, but when her eyes roved over him, all he could see was desire, making him forget all about how he looked to her.

He knew how she saw him, it was clear in the way her gaze devoured him as if she would starve otherwise.

Sam slipped into her bed and joined her against the pillow. He kissed her, hard, and she gave it back two-fold. He massaged her center with his tip and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her in one swift movement, holding him tightly as if she never wanted him to come back out of her again.

He started slow. Or, he tried to, conscientious of the squeaks of the bed and Mattie's lack of care for controlling the sound when she was in the midst of taking her fill. She held him flush against her and rocked softly, whispering for him to drill her into the bed.

He held back.

But when she kissed him and whispered that she wanted to come undone while he was still to the hilt between her legs, his control flew out the window. Sam thrust his hips until she was panting and arching against him, fluttering around him. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry.

Sam pushed and rocked into her, his hips sputtering to a stop when he could no longer hold back.

It was hours later, he didn't know how long, but his body was spent and Mattie had finished double his count, maybe more. It was hard to tell when every new angle made her suck in her breath and shudder.

They lay on their sides, his length soft and resting inside of the shallows of Mattie's core. Sam absently stroked her arm, and Mattie's petite foot ran up and down his calf. He might have fallen asleep in short order, a smile still plastered to his face.

But then Drina's bed squeaked and Sam's eyes flew to the other girl, who was