“All the time I was mentally sticking two fingers up and saying, ‘in your face, boys!’
”
“You are a bad girl.” Patrick was shaking his head, but his eyes gleamed with merriment.
“Well, yes, I’d say my situation right now makes that a given, wouldn’t you? Lying in bed with two men, looking like something out of a porn film.”
“When it comes to the most deliciously naughty, gorgeous, clever, sexy woman, you beat the competition out of the water,” said Jay.
“Whilst you are the Emperor Napoleon of smarmy compliments,” she parried.
“I meant it most sincerely, ma’am,” he protested, and she relented, kissing the tip of his nose.
“I know,” she said fondly. “And I don’t blame you for wanting everyone to know how clever you are. It’s what I loved about you…both of you…right from the start. That and how funny and kind you both were to me on the first day, when none of my girl friends were in the same class with me.”
“I suppose you got a First, then, did you?” asked Patrick.
“You mean, you want to casually drop into the conversation that you did,” said Jay ascerbically.
“Yeah! I do! Don’t you?”
“Well, all right. Yeah. I got one. You got one.” They looked at Elyssa.
“Starred First,” she said quietly.
“Fuck me!” both men blurted, impressed. “A Starred First!” Patrick repeated. “That’s, like, better than a First. Nobody gets those.”
“I did.”
“You’re a genius, Miss Bradshaw,” proclaimed Jay, tickling her neck.
“That’s Professor Bradshaw to you.”
“Jesus Christ on a bike! Am I seriously in bed with a Professor?” Patrick chortled.
“Of course, it’s not my first time,” said Jay laconically. “There was that sweaty Friday night after the Astrophysics conference…”
“Tell you what, Jay,” said Patrick, looking defeated in this particular competition. “Let’s agree to hand you the Shaggers’ Prize. I’m sure you’ve earned it. But there’s still the small matter of the Top Orgasm Benefactor to settle. And I, for one, am ready for the next round.”
“Well, you’re on the back foot, lad, aren’t you?” Jay patted his wrist. “One–nil so far. And I’m on form today. Match fit.”
“That’s about to change,” vowed Patrick, and he rolled over, shadowing Elyssa, propped on his elbows while his hardening cock nudged a cheeky path between her folds. “What do you think, Professor? In your learned opinion?”
“I think I can’t have given the best blow job if you’re hard again, already!” She giggled and squealed a little, shifting position to make it clear that he was more than welcome inside her.
“I think you simply underestimated my stamina,” replied Patrick, inching ahead. “A simple mistake to make. You’ll need to extend your studies if you want to get a more accurate forecast of what I’m capable of. I suggest long-term research.” He surged forward, sheathing himself fully in Elyssa’s willing channel.
“I’ll take note of that,” she gasped, then Patrick went to work, rocking the mattress so that Jay complained of seasickness and had to hop off the bed. Elyssa was halfway to a vigorously earned paradise when Jay suggested Patrick roll over and let her go on top.
“You’re flattening her,” he complained. “I don’t want her turned into a pancake.”
Patrick, with a grunt that might have been annoyance or laughter, grabbed Elyssa’s hips and swung her round until she perched on top of him, still connected at the centre, her breasts with their strawberry nipples now hanging free.
“Now that’s a good view,” Jay approved, rejoining them on the bed. Elyssa began a slow grind over Patrick’s pelvis, teasing him, making sure that her clitoris bore down on the root of his cock with each measured motion. She felt like an erotic goddess, with her hair coiling down over her breasts and this strapping young man beneath her, while another man admired her from behind. She felt even more goddess-like when Jay pressed his chest to her back and took her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between slender fingers, finding and kissing and sucking the back and side of her neck while Patrick took charge of her mouth. She could feel Jay’s cock, hard and purposeful, edging in and out of her bottom cheeks as if it wanted to oust Patrick and take his place and was just waiting for an opportunity. But Patrick was not to be ousted, and he stayed firmly seated within her, letting her dictate the pace, but never allowing her to get away from him. The stimulation of two men, one at her front and one at her rear, was proving too powerful for her diminishing self-control, and she felt the orgasm uncoil from somewhere in the pit of her stomach, then fire through her, sending sparks to the furthest points of her, while Jay murmured endearments into her ear and Patrick yelled an answering climax of victory.
“That’s one-all,” he told Jay, holding two fingers in the air while Elyssa’s head rested on his chest.
“One all, eh?” said Jay, and even as Elyssa lay on Patrick’s chest, Jay put a hand between her legs and began to assess her readiness for more. “What do you think, Elyssa? You have a chance to get ahead here.”