“Hello,” I murmured softly, my gaze moving slowly over her body.
“Come in.” She grinned, stepping aside.
I saw Ben sitting casually on the end of the bed. I turned my attention back to Brittany.
She moved over to me, her lips curving into a smile. “It’s nice to see you again, Coop. We both missed you.”
“Really? How much did you miss me?” I whispered as my fingers ran along the inside of her thigh. She gasped and threw her head back, her knees almost buckling at my touch. I leaned in and kissed her, well aware that Ben’s eyes were on us. My lips touched hers as my fingers continued to explore her inner thigh. She moaned softly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben move toward us. “So what’s this?” I flicked her little skirt.
“There’s only one fantasy more erotic than being fucked by a teacher.” She smiled wickedly. “And that’s being fucked by two.”
Ben moved around behind, slowly massaging her breasts over her flimsy white shirt.
“Do you know why you’re in detention, Brittany?” He rasped as his tongue ran past her ear. He slapped her ass. Hard.
Fuck, I was getting hard just watching these two.
“Yes, sir, I was talking in class,” she replied innocently, her blue eyes wide.
“And you need to be taught a lesson in manners, don’t you?” Ben pushed her toward me. “Tell Mr. Cooper you’re sorry for interrupting his class.”
Brittany pouted at me. “I’m sorry, Mr Cooper.”
And just like that, I was in the role. I grabbed her arm firmly and steered her toward the bed.
“You need to show me you’re sorry, Brittany,” I replied sternly.
I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I pushed them away with my foot as I unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it aside. Now naked, I sat on the edge of the bed with my cock springing straight out in front of me like a rod.
“On your knees,” I ordered her.
She obliged, kneeling down between my legs. She gazed up at me with her huge eyes before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I gripped hold of her ponytail, guiding my cock further in.
I moved up so I was fully on the bed, with Brittany on all fours, sucking on my cock. Ben appeared behind her, naked and erect. I wasn’t sure what I felt more aroused by—her sucking my dick, or him lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down, taking her from behind. I studied his expression, something inside me sparking alight. This was so…taboo.
Even after last week, the idea of being turned on by another guy was shocking yet incredibly arousing.
“Are you learning your lesson, Brittany?” Ben asked as he rocked back and forth faster and with more force.
She nodded, her eyes meeting mine.
“Fuck yeah,” Ben grunted.
Brittany released my dick from her mouth and straightened up, just before Ben climaxed.
“What the fuck?” he growled as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath.
“Don’t you wanna watch me fuck Mr. Cooper?” she asked.
God, that voice. She played the innocent schoolgirl so well. No wonder this chick was a fucking actress. Ben slumped back on the bed, his dick still rock hard as he watched Brittany slowly unbutton her shirt. Without a word, she took it off, throwing it down beside the bed. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, disposing of that too.
“Keep the skirt on,” Ben said gruffly, his hand curling around his cock. He began to slide his palm up and down the length of his girth. “Fuck him now. Facing me.”
Pushing her tiny skirt up, she straddled me, waiting as I slipped a condom over my rock-hard cock. “Oh yeah. God he feels so good,” she mumbled, rolling her nipples over her fingers as I slid myself inside her tight pussy.
Ben moved closer to us. He straightened up, kneeling on the bed in front of Brittany as she rode me. Did this turn him on, seeing me fuck his wife?
Because it sure as hell turned me on having him watch.
“Turn around,” he ordered her softly. She did, and now she was facing me. “I want him to watch as I finger you. I want him to watch me as I rub your clit.” Oh god. His hands moved toward her pussy as she grinded herself into me.
He dipped a finger inside of her, alongside my cock, his eyes firmly on me, making sure I was watching. As if I wouldn’t be watching. Brittany gasped as he began to rub her clit. A moan escaped from my mouth as his hand brushed past my cock.
“Do you like this, Brittany? Both of us fucking you?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she whimpered as she began to ride me faster.
“Move faster, Brittany,” he ordered, his finger slipping in and out of her with speed. I thrusted deep inside of her, my hands on her hips, pulling her toward me. “Make him come, Brittany. Milk his cock, you can do this,” he whispered in her ear.
Oh, god.
I groaned, the combination of the feel of her on me and the sound of his voice—his words incredibly arousing. I groaned again as I began to release inside of her.
“Yeah,” I gasped as I came, rocking her hips toward me and plunging deeper inside of her. I groaned again as I emptied.
Brittany whimpered as Ben’s fingers massaged her clit, his mouth on her neck as she began to come. “Yeah, oh that’s good,” she cried, pumping my dick as Ben’s fingers brought her to orgasm. “Oh yeah,” she breathed, her motion slowing down until she eventually stopped completely, lying back in Ben’s arms.
He lifted her off me, rolling her onto the bed, chuckling softly as he kissed her—lifting her up so she knelt on the bed, her ass in the air. Still hard, Ben slid his cock into her pussy as I lay there and watched. His eyes were on mine as he began to pound his length inside her, causing the occasional whimper or groan to escape from her mouth.
“You feel so wet, honey,” he muttered. He glanced back at me. “Touch yourself. Palm your cock.”
I did as he asked, curling my fingers into a fist around my length. I was hard within seconds, even though I was completely drained and my balls ached like hell.
Ben stretched his neck, his back stiffening as he watched me jerk off while he fucked his wife. His jaw tensed as his mouth dropped open slightly, thrusting inside of Brittany faster.
“Ohh hh,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he sprayed inside her. “Fuck me,” he muttered, allowing her pussy to squeeze out the last of his orgasm. He pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside Brittany, his hard body spooning her.
Their relationship amazed me. It was obvious how in love they were, and they were so comfortable with their sexuality it was almost frightening. To invite a third person into such an intimate situation was a big deal, especially when that third person was another male.
“Thanks, Coop. Do you mind leaving us alone for now?” Ben smiled, his fingers tracing around her breasts.
“I’d love to.” I winked, dressing quickly. “See you next time.”
The whole drive home I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to be in the kind of relationship where your partner accepted everything about you. I wasn’t saying I wanted a girl who’d let me fuck another guy with her, but part of me was jealous of that no-judgment kind of relationship. So many of my clients, present and past, used me because they were ashamed of their sexual needs. It was refreshing to meet a couple who had broken down those boundaries.
I parked in my usual spot and took the elevator up to my floor. Of course, whenever my mind wandered to relationships lately, it always involved Mia and this was no different. Did I want a relationship with her? Whether I wanted it wasn’t the point. The key factor I kept forgetting when it came to Mia was I was a fucking escort.
And that was something that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
Chapter Sixteen
Mia was still up when I got home. It was only eleven, but it felt so much later. I took a shower and then headed for the kitchen. Starving, I scoured the fridge for something to eat; something I didn’t need to c
ook. My options were cereal and cereal. I chose cereal.
“You want some?” I asked her, filling my bowl with Cheerios.
She screwed up her nose and shook her head, kicking off her shoes in the process. “Um, no. I ate at work.” She frowned as I piled spoonfuls into my mouth.
“How’s it going?” I asked, completely forgetting to ask how it’d gone the other day. What an ass.
“Good. The people are really nice, and I love the rush of working in the ER. Something different every day.”
I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. I carried my bowl over to the table and sat down. “That’s great,” I commented, watching her as she filled a glass with white wine.
Reaching up, she unclasped her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. I felt myself harden.
Even in her uniform—a pencil skirt paired with a white blouse that was undone the first two buttons—she looked so damn sexy. As she stood under the light in the kitchen I could make out her cream-colored bra—at least, I thought it was cream. She walked over to the table and sat down opposite me.
“So, how was your day? Same old?” she asked.
I nodded with a small smile. My job was anything but repetitive. “I saw Mom today. She was the worst I’ve seen her in a long time,” I said, swallowing hard. It killed me to think that her mind was continuing to deteriorate and it drove me to frustration when all the doctors could tell me was that it was too early to be able to tell me anything.
“I can’t imagine how hard it must be to watch her go through this. I loved your mom, growing up. She was funny, approachable, and so damn proud of you and Nic. Even when you were little shits.”
“Little shits?” I said dryly. “Because you can talk.”
“We used to get up to some funny shit, huh?” Mia giggled, bringing her wine glass to her lips.
“I know. You guys used to drag me into it every time,” I said .
“What?” She shrugged, laughing. “We came up with some awesome ideas, and you were our—well, you were always good at the action.”
I’d lost count of the number of times the two of them had come to me with some outrageous plan and I’d somehow gotten dragged into the middle of it—like stealing four gallons of ketchup from the school cafeteria and pouring it into the swimming pool to get out of the next day’s swimming meet It had worked.
“Come on, you loved hanging out with us. I always felt sorry for Nic’s geeky older brother.” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. I raised my eyebrows at her, pretending to be offended.
“Oh, Liam,” she chided, pushing me. “You know I’m kidding.”
“What I know is that you’ve probably had enough wine,” I chuckled, setting my empty bowl in the sink and walking over to her.
“Hey!” she said as I reached for the bottle on the floor next to her. “This is only my second glass.”
“Well I can’t help it if you’re a cheap drunk,” I chuckled.
Her mouth dropped open in shock. Giggling, she tried to wrestle the bottle from my hands.
My arms curled around her, gripping hold of the bottle as she laughed hysterically. “You spill it, you owe me for dry cleaning,” I laughed.
She let go. I fell back, taking the bottle with me, the contents of it ending up over my shirt and in my lap.
“God I’m so sorry.” She clapped her hand over her mouth to hide her smile.
“This is funny, is it?” I growled at her.
She got to her feet at the same time as me, but not before I tipped the entire contents of my glass over her head. I smirked as the liquid ran down over her hair. Her wet shirt now clung to her body as her mouth hung open in shock.
“Ooooh, so cold!” she gasped, her eyes wide. “I cannot believe you just did that!”
We laughed, the stench of the white wine overpowering. She was so close to me, and the sight of her all wet was making me aroused. I knew if I stood there any longer we would end up doing something we’d probably regret.
“Hey.” She grabbed hold of my arm and yanked me toward her as I went to move away. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I stood there facing her, staring at those beautiful lips, and those stunning eyes. They were so damn green, the hue enhanced by her long dark lashes.
Fuck this. We could start being friends tomorrow.
Right now, I wanted her. I needed her.
The next thing I knew she was in my arms, my lips covering every inch of her body. I kissed her roughly, as if I was unable to get enough of her taste. Everything about Mia had me feeling as though nothing was enough anymore.
My hands wandered under her wet shirt, her skin damp and sticky from the wine. I pulled away from her and unbuttoned her blouse, my eyes never straying from hers. As the last button slipped open, I pushed the shirt over her shoulders, letting the fabric float down her arms and to the floor.
“You have no idea how crazy you make me, do you?” I muttered. My arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close to me as my tongue fondled her neck. I groaned as she undid my pants, her fingers slipping inside the waistband of my boxers.
My semi erect dick throbbed as it began to swell at her touch, her fingers curving around it, rubbing up and down its length. I reached behind her and fumbled with her bra, eventually unhooking it. I worked it down her arms, her hand moving away from my cock to free herself of the bra.
After shuffling out of my pants and boxers and lifting my shirt over my head, I pulled her to me again, her hard nipples pressing up against my chest. My lips merged into hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. I lifted her onto my hips, her skirt riding up to her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms locked around my neck.
I carried her into my room and set her down on the bed. She got onto her knees and reached behind, unzipping her skirt. I knelt in front of her, lowering the skirt, exposing her white thong. By now I was throbbing, my cock aching for her.
“Lie back,” I whispered, pulling her skirt down over her legs as she lay back on the bed. She cried out as I swiftly jerked her to the very edge of the bed, her pussy so close to my face that I could smell her fragrance. I spread her legs, slowly running my tongue over the outside of her panties, teasing her, making her wet.
“Oh,” she whispered, her hands flying to her face. I pushed the skimpy strip of material aside and ran my tongue along her lips, sucking and nibbling gently on her clit. “God Coop, you’re driving me crazy.”
“You taste amazing,” I mumbled. I looped my fingers around her panties and tugged them down over her long legs, which I then spread apart. Fuck, just staring at her naked form sprawled out on my bed and her bare pussy was almost enough to make me blow.
She gasped as I pushed a finger inside, my other hand massaged her clit. I rocked my finger back and forth, making her even wetter. Her hands rested on her breasts. Watching her roll her nipples between her fingers was a huge turn on. With my fingers still massaging her clit, I placed my mouth over her lips.
“God, yeah. I’m going to…Oh!” she gasped as my tongue moved rapidly inside her. Her body clenched as she came, her fingers clutching at my hair, driving my face against her, until the slightest touch became unbearable.
She let go of my hair, her arms falling back behind her head.
“Holy wow, Coop. I’m…speechless,” she finished, sighing.
Getting to my feet, I climbed onto the bed beside her, letting my fingers run down her back. She sighed again, her body convulsing at my touch.
“That is almost orgasmic,” she whispered. Reaching for her hand, I placed it around my cock. She laughed and rolled over. “Is that supposed to be a hint?” she said, her eyes devious.
“Take it as whatever you like,” I smirked.
She got on all fours and crawled over until she was above my cock. Leaning down, she took it in her mouth, her hand curling around the base of my shaft. I moaned as she sucked, her tongue circling around the tip. Reaching down,
I ran my hand over her hair.
Fuck this felt good.
She straightened up and smiled. I looked at her questioningly, taking her hand that she’d stretched out. She moved up the bed a little and threw her leg over my waist, until she was straddling me.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispered. I reached into my nightstand and passed her one. She opened it, and rolled it onto my cock, her hands smoothing it over. She positioned her entrance over my cock, sliding down onto it. I groaned, my hands moving to her hips as she rocked back and forth on top of me.
I closed my eyes, unable to look at her, because if I did, I was going to come. The mere sight of her beautiful naked body riding my cock was too much for me to handle. I bucked my hips as she rode me, the friction building the momentum. The feel of myself grinding inside her was fucking amazing.
Both hands now on her hips, I bounced her as the tension began to build inside me. I groaned as I released. She slowed to a stop, leaning down to kiss me, her lips crushing against mine as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“I love this,” she said laughing as she flicked my hair.
“What? My hair?” I asked, amused.
“Yes. It’s so soft. Guy’s hair shouldn’t be that soft,” she replied, massaging my scalp.
“Sorry,” I smirked as she kissed me again. “I’ll do something about it. Rub grease through it or something.” She laughed and rolled off me, wrapping herself in the sheets. She lay on her side, propped up on her elbow, looking sheepish. Wrapped in only a thin layer of white Egyptian cotton sheets, her skin glowed with beads of sweat. Just the mere sight of her made me want to ravish her again.
That had been unexpected. Fucking awesome, but unexpected.
How the hell had we ended up in bed together? Great move, Coop.
God, if she told Nic this, I’d never hear the end of it.
“So I’m a little embarrassed.” She looked down, then back up at me. “This was a bad idea. I said to myself this wasn’t going to happen again.” She covered her face with her hands. “Liam, I’m so sorry. But I just got divorced, and this was the last thing I needed right now. I can’t handle complicated now. Not yet.”
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