by J. L. Beck
He leaned forward to deepen the kiss and I pulled back.
“Don’t you want me to finish cooking?” I said.
He shook his head and smirked. “You know exactly what I want.”
“Oh, thank god you’re both still here. I was afraid I’d have to handle this on my own,” came a gruff voice from the kitchen doorway.
I glanced over my shoulder and laughed. Asher stood there, naked and fine as hell, with a painfully swollen erection. God, the size of him never stopped impressing me. I slammed my mouth shut before he could notice, again. As big as his dick was, his ego was even bigger.
“You’re just in time. I’m starting to think you have a sixth sense.” Eli teased.
“You mean Sex sense.” I deadpanned.
Asher ignored our taunting and instead quirked his head towards Eli, “Hop up on the island?”
Eli dropped his boxers and swung himself up on the island countertop, waiting patiently. His erection bobbed in the air. I reached out to wrap my fist around it, my mouth watering with the thought of sucking the fat head of him into my hot mouth—but Asher stopped me with an outstretched hand.
“Nice try Tiger, but this one’s all about you.” He pinched one of my nipples and kissed me hard, without warning. I cried out in pleasure, clamping my eyes shut.
Before I could register the sensation of being lifted, Asher picked me up in the air and set me down right over Eli’s waiting cock. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought the two of them had taken the time to choreograph the sexual ambush. The reality was, our little triangle was beginning to mesh to the point where we felt like an oddly-shaped couple, and not just two guys fighting over one girl.
Eli grunted as Asher lowered my body onto his. I quivered and quaked, but couldn’t pull my eyes from Asher as he kept me from being filled too quickly by Eli. The look in his eyes was almost primal, ravenous.
“If you’re hungry, there’s bacon.” I teased.
“Oh, I’m famished. But bacon’s not on the menu… you are.” Asher lowered his head to my lap and ran his tongue over my clit. He was so close to where Eli had buried himself in me, but he didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
And that turned me on in a big way. Heat flared in my core, snaking its way down my legs like a rapidly spreading wildfire. I sucked in a deep breath and gripped Eli’s forearms, which held me around my waist.
Round and round Asher’s expert tongue went, flicking and licking my body into a frenzy. Once or twice, I felt him dip lower, to the point where his tongue should have run into the base of Eli’s cock. But other than Eli breathing a bit harder, Asher gave no indication that he was working over anyone other than me. The thought of it, though, had my body clenching, constricting further.
Asher ran a finger from the top of my clit, down to where Eli’s cock split me in two. He traced the joining of our flesh with his fingers, then did it all over again with his tongue. Eli grabbed my hips tighter, thrust harder. My vision wavered, just enough to make me feel slightly disoriented.
Asher lapping at my core with his tongue. Eli plunging in and out of me with abandon. I couldn’t fight it any more. I cried out, threw my head back and pressed myself down onto Eli as hard as I could. Waves of pleasure swept over me, milked further by Asher’s intuitive, magical tongue.
Eli jerked and stilled, his seed filling me in warm, strong pulses.
“Holy…” I started.
“Shit…” Eli finished.
Asher just grinned up at me like the Cheshire cat. “That was fucking hot. I wish you two could have seen yourselves.”
I tried to smile, but I’m not sure if I actually pulled it off. My body felt weightless and rubbery. Blissfully spent. Banged senseless. All floaty.
Legs wobbly, Asher helped me down from the counter while Eli grabbed a nearby kitchen towel for clean-up. I made a mental note to throw that one away. I mean, I wasn’t a neat freak, but I had my limits. Dick juice on my dish towels being one of them.
Asher’s erection pressed into my abdomen as he pulled me close and squeezed. “God, you’re like a drug to me Tiger. I love that I can’t get enough.”
That woke me right back up. Asher was still hot and hard, and that just wouldn’t do. Fair is fair, and all that.
“Well, that’s good news,” I snickered, rubbing myself against his cock. “Because it seems we’re not done yet.”
I dropped to my knees and took Asher’s hot, hard length into my mouth. His legs shook and he reached for the counter to steady himself. Behind me, I heard Eli walking away.
“Oh, no you don’t. We have one rule, remember.” I grabbed Eli’s hand and put it to the back of my head. “Together, or not at all.”
“Sorry, wasn’t thinking… fucked me senseless.” Eli sounded stoned, silly.
Sucking Asher’s thick cock back into my mouth, I felt Eli grab a fistful of my hair and push me forward. He held me there, with Asher’s cock fully seated in my throat until I almost couldn’t take it anymore, then pulled my head back. I gasped in a deep breath, a thin line of saliva running out of my mouth.
“Now, that’s the way to be a team player,” Asher winked at Eli.
Eli chuckled, and not to be outdone, he reached up and tweaked Asher’s nipple. Before the surprise could register on Asher’s face, Eli shoved my mouth down over Ash’s cock once more. He held me there, just long enough to be delicious torture, then pulled me back for a beat, and made me deep throat once again. It was almost too much, but it was so f-ing hot. Asher thought so too, as I felt his cock swell even further in my mouth.
Hot damn on a skillet. Eli was fucking Asher with my face.
I swished my hips against the pressure building back up. Slender fingers found my sweet spot, pinching and rolling the tender flesh. I arched my back, offering up myself again as Asher plunged deeper and deeper into my throat.
With no warning, Eli slid into me from behind, fully recovered from our last round and it was all I could do not to lose myself right then. I clenched around Eli and he grunted. I looped my tongue around the head of Asher’s cock as he pulled out of my mouth, quivering.
“Harder,” I panted.
Asher grabbed my head on either side, pulling my face closer, deeper. Eli continued to push at the back of my head with one hand, while his other hand clenched my hip. The moans and groans grew louder. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed around the kitchen. I dug my nails into Asher’s ass cheeks. I could feel Eli’s balls smacking my clit as he neared the finish line.
It was blissfully too much. Though it would never be enough. And when both of my men climaxed inside of me, at the same time, my heart exploded with love, even as my own orgasm overtook me.
We collapsed in a heap of limbs and skin, right there in the middle of the kitchen floor. For several seconds, all that could be heard was heaving breathing and the occasional sigh. Then a different sound filled the room. Crunching.
I looked up to Asher, who had somehow managed to snag the plate of bacon from the counter. A crispy slice disappeared into his grinning mouth.
“Want some?” He looked to me and Eli with an overly innocent expression.
“Uh, duh.” Eli said, rolling his eyes, but smiling.
“Okay. One for you,” Asher placed a piece of bacon in my opened mouth. Then did the same for Eli, “And one for you. And one more for me.”
I could see it now, my life was never going to be boring or conventional. But I didn’t care one bit. So long as Asher and Eli were with me to complete our little triangle, our life would be the exact perfect shape for us.
The End
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Lesson Plan
When her sexy date turns out to be a student, this rule-abiding, college professor must decide if she's willing to risk everything she has for a chance at something more.
Forbidden never felt so right.
When your week begins with a hot-as-sin guy laying on top of you, kissing you like you’ve never been kissed, that’s a great start, right?
Wrong!
San Paco’s School of Engineering’s newest professor, Madison Young, finally sees a silver lining to her hopeless situation. That is until her sexy new guy friend struts into her classroom.
With the strict policies the college has set, dating students is a direct ticket for dismissal. And this rule-abiding professor definitely doesn’t want a scandal tarnishing her resume.
Forced to make a choice, Madison must decide if she's ready to risk everything she has for a chance at something more.
1
I shook my arms at my sides before delving into my warm-up routine. The frustration had been building and now a stress reliever was a must. Some people drank. Others screwed. I played soccer.
My muscles pulled from underuse as I leaned forward into a stretch.
San Paco high. My alma mater like a million years ago. Now it was just my practice field. I looked up into the midnight blue sky as variant shades of yellow filtered through above the pine-tree backdrop. Memories from my playing days rushed back, as they always did, when I came here to escape. The muffled highway sounds, a familiar hum in the distance, capped this Sunday morning. At this hour, people were either tucked in their beds or getting ready for their morning worship. Me? I was in my sanctuary—the soccer field—getting ready to kick the shit out of this ball.
I’d worked my ass off to obtain my PhD. If anything, I should be ready for tomorrow. Sometimes I thought I was, but the tiny voice inside my head knew better. Fuck, that voice was a bitch wanting to reveal my biggest secret—I did not want to teach. Like, at all. And particularly not at the engineering college in my hometown where my brother attended. Not only was I dreading standing in front of a class of whiny-ass freshmen who couldn’t care less about the concepts of Anthropology, but I also didn't want to be that teacher who didn’t care about her class.
With the weight of my responsibilities bearing down on me, I scowled and scooped the soccer ball off the ground. Life could be so unfair. With a quick toss upward, I waited for the ball’s descent, then bumped it with my knee. On the second drop, I let it fall to the ground and gave it a swift, hard kick. Take that, doubters. The black and white sphere sailed toward the far end of the field, and I rushed after it, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Halfway down the field, my muscles started their slow burn. Yeah, I thought, burn … burn is good.
Frustration and anger, with not only my family but also myself, slowly worked its way out of my body.
I dribbled the entire length of the field before turning and giving the ball another powerful strike.
“Whoa,” a deep masculine voice said with a grunt as he caught the full force of the ball. “A little early in the morning for this display of anger, isn’t it?”
I stayed rooted in place, panting as I watched a dark-haired man walk toward me. He was at least six feet tall. Lean muscle. Shit. I’d pause at all that hotness if I wasn’t so pissed. His remark hit a little too close to home.
“Cognitive therapy,” I said.
He spun the ball on his middle finger as he approached and then stopped within an arm’s length. A bright smile stretched across his face as he handed over the ball. I peered into his stormy blue eyes and gulped, well aware of my unattractive state. Between my boy shorts and athletic bra, sticky sweat-beaded skin, and my short blonde hair held back by a bandana, I was a hot mess.
“I can certainly relate.” He nodded toward the soccer ball. “I take it you play?”
“I did back in high school. Now, it’s a great stress release,” I narrowed my eyes at him. “How about you? You play?”
“Something like that.,” he answered, but shook his head no. He glanced at the field, then back at me. “I come here to run sprints, but are you up for a one-on-one? Best out of five?”
I took in the sleeveless black T-shirt clinging to his muscular frame. My gaze dropped further to his toned thighs and calves. He was no stranger to the sport. I raised a curious eyebrow. “Think you can keep up?”
The corners of his lips twitched like he was suppressing a grin. “I’ll try my best.”
“Good, because I’m going to kick your ass.”
His jaw dropped, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I didn’t know where my confidence came from since he was clearly out of my league, but playing soccer was one of the few times I didn’t question my abilities. I knew I was good.
“You think so, huh?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled with a wide-tooth grin.
“Let’s make it interesting then.”
“A challenge?”
“Yeah. If I win, you go out with me. My choice.”
“And if I win—”
“I’ll let you choose where we go.”
“Oh, you’ll let me, will you?”
“I’m nice like that.” He shrugged, his blue eyes swimming with confidence. The determination etched into his face was rather sexy, and I was pretty sure I’d lose this match, but playing along might be fun.
“Challenge accepted, but I need to know one thing … your name?”
“Gabe Harris.” He stepped closer, erasing the gap between us. My stomach dipped from his proximity. “How should I address my plus one?”
“Confident, huh?”
“Always.”
Two adorable dimples contradicted his cocky smile, and I forced myself to stop staring.
“Madison Young.” I dropped the ball and dribbled away from him. “You have to beat me first.”
We matched each other’s skill until we were tied two to two. He had possession of the ball and moved it down the field, defending my attacks. He closed into my net, did an inside cut, and struck the ball. I lunged to my left, making every attempt to block the goal, but my fingertips only grazed the polyester covering. I plopped to the ground and rolled on my back as Gabe crashed beside me, yelling, “Score!”
A sharp pain sliced through my side, but I laughed between pants.
“Looks like someone is going out with me,” Gabe sing-songed.
A genuine smile crossed
my lips, and life stresses released from my muscles.
“You have no fucking idea how much I needed that,” I said.
He quirked an eyebrow as I breathed out slowly and muttered another long, “Fuck.”.
“What has you so stressed?”
His deep, gentle voice infiltrated my body, and I turned to face him. “Family. Starting a new job I’m not thrilled about. You name it.”
He inched his fingers closer toward mine and intertwined them together. His touch was warm and sent sharp tingles straight to my core. “You know what I think?”
“What?” I whispered.
“I think you’ll be great, no matter what you do.”
I blushed either from his words or my reaction to his nearness. “You don’t even know me.”
He released his hold on my hand, and the next thing I knew, he was straddling me, a knee on each side of my hips.
“That’s why you’re going out with me, Madison Young. So I can get to know you because all I’ve seen so far is that you’re hot as sin, you can almost beat me at soccer.”—that earned him a scowl that disappeared as he touched a finger to my lips—“and apparently ‘fuck’ is your favorite word.”
He held my gaze for a second before lowering it to my chest and dipping to my bare abdomen. His forwardness made my pulse race. Or maybe it was his bulge that hardened against my pelvis? Whatever the reason, warmth engulfed me, despite the slight breeze.
He pressed his finger between my lips. “Good thing it’s my favorite word too.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but his forward progression silenced me as he slid himself on top of my body. Stunned by his warm, soft lips upon mine, I stilled; too shocked to respond. Never before had any guy been so presumptuous, but the slow tug to my bottom lip drew me in, and I succumbed to his persuasiveness. His hands seemed to be everywhere, one set of fingers digging into my waist while the others gripped the back of my head. I weaved my fingers through his hair and pressed into him to deepen the kiss.