Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenna Stewart

  “You know I want to, baby. I want to stick my prick in that pretty pussy of yours, but not right now. I have other ideas.” He edged down her leg, his mouth marking a trail. Like a pioneer. Like an explorer. Like a plunderer of treasure.

  He pushed her leg straight up so he could caress the back of her knee with his tongue. Leah had thought she’d become sexually adventurous because she had slept with a half-dozen men, but no one had ever taken her on a sensual journey like this. Tension spiraled up from her pussy, pushing its way through her body, looking for release. Her hips bucked. She writhed on the bed, seeking some comfort.

  “Fuck me.”

  The bastard chuckled.

  “Fuck me, damn it.”

  He reached her ankle. And then her foot. As he kissed his way from ankle to toes, his busy hands massaged her sole. When he sucked her smallest toe into his mouth, she was shocked. When he teased it with his tongue and at the same time used his thumbs on the bottom of her foot, she came. Unbelievably, she fucking came, with a surprising intensity.

  She held her breath and grabbed the sheets. Hips high in the air, her orgasm ran its course, taking her to places out of time and space.

  Steve put his mouth on her now, lapping at her juices and fondling her clit, sending her into another paroxysm of clitoral convulsions.

  When she finally crashed, Steve crawled up beside her and lay on his side, watching her.

  “I didn’t know that could happen,” she said.

  “Maybe there’s a lot you don’t know. Yet. Are you going to forgive me for hurting you before?”

  “I’m not sure. It’s not just that night. It’s everything that came afterwards. It took me a long time to get past what happened.” She ran her hand across his shoulder and down his arm, following her hand with her gaze. Muscles filled him out. But there was tenderness there, too. “I think I’ll make you earn your way into my good graces.”

  “By…?”

  “Being a subject for my book.” She glanced to his eyes. “You and Beau.”

  “You’re going to fuck us both?” He smiled that delicious smile. “Won’t you get a little tired?”

  “Let me worry about that.”

  “Count me in, baby.” He reached between her legs and teased a finger into her pussy. “I mean in in every sense of the word.”

  “That’s what I like. A man passionate about his work.” She rolled her hips over his hand, taking his finger in deeper. How could she want sex again so soon?

  “I know there’s more to the episode than what you’ve told us. I want to know it all, Leah. I want to do whatever I can to heal the pain you went through.”

  She sobered and moved away. Standing, she searched out her underwear. When she held them to determine front from back, Steve said, “Don’t bother with those. If it’s sex you want, you’ll be lucky to get through dinner without one of us inside you.”

  She nodded and pulled on her skirt.

  “Here.” Steve rose and handed her the shirt he’d taken off when they arrived. “I want to see you in my shirt.”

  “All right.” She slipped it on and buttoned it up. Steve came over to her and unfastened the first three buttons, displaying her breasts nearly to the nipples. He met her eyes, silently asking if she would allow it. Seconds later, she broke their gaze and moved around him toward the door. “Don’t you even want to know what the book is about?” She started to open the door. He closed it with a slap of his hand.

  “I could care fuck what the book is about,” he said. “If you’re writing it, then I want in. Tell me, sweetheart. Let me help you get all of that shit out of your system so we can move on.”

  Here was the moment Leah had looked forward to and dreaded ever since meeting Steve. She licked her lips and took a breath, but she couldn’t look at him.

  “I was in your bed, naked. So were you. I have no idea how you made it to your bed. You were so drunk you had no notion of where you were or who you were. I can’t tell you how hard I worked to get your clothes off or how excited and petrified I was. I was a virgin, but I loved you with all my heart. The great Steve Hardin spent time with me. Talked to me. We laughed over silly jokes. I thought there was a chance you liked me, too. And I was there to offer myself to you.”

  Steve said nothing. She leaned her forehead on the wood of the door. “I was awake all night, watching you. You were so handsome, and when you slept you looked like a young boy, someone who understood the value of a serious girl who had substance, if not beauty.”

  “I did. I liked you a lot.”

  She turned then, the old fury and pain fresh again. “I didn’t want to be your friend, you son of a bitch. I wanted to be your girlfriend, your lover.”

  He reached to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away. “When you woke up the next morning and sensed someone in bed with you, you moved closer. I felt your cock harden on my leg. I knew that this was the moment, that you wanted me. And then you saw who was there, and you couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. You lost your erection so fast I thought it might have been my imagination. And then you said it. The words burned into my mind. I was the last person you would ever want to have sex with.”

  “Leah.” He didn’t let her push him away this time. He took her into his arms and held her close, stroking her back. “You were the first girl I really liked. Not just to pal around with, and not for casual fucking.”

  “You don’t know what it was like. How could you? Everyone thought you were perfect.”

  He snorted in disbelief. “You don’t know what a disappointment I was to my mother. I was the first person in my family to go to college and I fucked it up.”

  She studied his eyes. Was there truth there? “The same for me. I’m the least member of my family in every way, except when it comes to disappointment. There I excel.”

  “They’re idiots. I wish you could understand what you meant to me back then. You were so special. I could talk to you, say things I’d never tell any other girl and know you would understand. You were my friend. I didn’t want to screw that up with sex.”

  His words made sense. As an adult—and one experienced in the ways sex could screw up a relationship—they made good sense intellectually. But they hadn’t scarred her intellectually, they had hurt emotionally. She had to find a way around the past if she was going to have a future.

  “What about now?” she whispered.

  He tipped her head back and kissed her, his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth. When he raised his head he said, “Just try to get away again.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Around five o’clock the next morning, Leah woke to find Beau’s cock lengthening along her thigh. They had retired early, very soon after finishing a portion of the dinner carried out from the restaurant. None of them had food on their minds.

  Leah tried to uncover how the two men truly felt about having one of her for the two of them. If Steve caressed her ass, she asked Beau to touch her pussy like Steve touched her ass. After a few such directions, Steve laughed and pulled her around to look at him.

  “Do you think we don’t know what you’re doing? Just let us drive the train. Beau and I work well together.” He took her mouth in a deeply satisfying kiss.

  “If we get upset over anything, believe me, you’ll know it.” Beau smiled his dimpled smile. “We’ll even re-create it later so you can be sure and get it in the book.” Then he took her mouth, and she sighed.

  She had the best of all worlds. Charles was wrong about Steve and Beau. There was no warrior left in their personalities. They were all lover and no fighter. She could forgive and forget their time in the Marines because once they left school, they would have been drafted eventually anyway. They had no choice but to join up in some branch of the service and fight. Now they were all hers. She gave herself up to them and wasn’t disappointed. They worshipped her body, filled her pussy, one after the other, and brought her off so many times she lost count. By the time she left, she had barely enough time t
o drive home, shower, and dress for her eight o’clock class.

  Though she could hardly wait to share time with the two men again, she had to learn to control herself. Their time together was not all about fucking. Was it? God, they made her feel so damn good!

  Assuming she still had a job, she needed to write the book she planned. The second book, not the first, because these men showed no sign of jealousy or proprietary behavior. Her thesis would be the exception to the rule, not the rule itself—that some few grown men could share a woman and be happy.

  Sociology 101 always had a ton of students, so she kept the assignments lighter than for her more advanced classes, but she would have to keep in mind the amount of work she had in grading papers and homework when thinking about spending time with Beau and Steve. The more she thought about her daily tasks, the less time she had for “research.”

  “Damn!”

  With only minutes to spare, she rushed into Shirock Hall.

  “Leah!”

  She turned at the sound of Charles’s voice. “Can’t talk now. Late for class.” She turned once more and ran for the classroom. The bell rang just as she closed the door. Saved! Charles was among the last people on earth she wished to talk to. He had witnessed the whole fiasco at the restaurant the night before. He would be full of indignation that she would represent the faculty so poorly in town. He might be full of rage at Steve for goading her into the fight, too, and at the moment, she didn’t want to think about Steve or Beau. Her mind settled on the chapter in the text on tribal relationships between Maasai herdsmen.

  The hour flew by. She handed back work she had graded over the weekend and began packing her briefcase. Just as she was taking an unhurried breath, the door opened and Charles entered.

  “I want to be sure you’re all right after that beast made a shambles of your reputation last night.”

  “I’m fine, Charles. Thank you. No harm done.” As long as the administration doesn’t hear about it.

  “Well, don’t worry. I reported him to the registrar this morning.”

  “You what?”

  “He’ll get a stern talking to, if he doesn’t get thrown out entirely.”

  “Charles, you had no right.”

  “He hurt you, Leah. As your friend, I had more than a right. I had a duty.”

  She picked up her briefcase and rushed past him. “Charles, you idiot. You’ve ruined everything.”

  She yanked open the door and ran into the hall. And smack into Steve.

  He braced his hands on her shoulders. “Whoa! Where are you in a rush to?”

  She stared into his chocolate-brown eyes and saw nothing but concern for her. She took a deep breath. “I was off to the registrar’s office to see about what was happening with you.”

  “No need. I was called in first thing this morning. Someone”—he looked over her shoulder to where Charles must have stood—”told them about our tiff at the restaurant last night.”

  “I’d hardly call it a tiff,” Charles said, coming up beside her. “You disgraced her.”

  “I disgraced myself,” Leah asserted.

  “No one disgraced anyone. It was a misunderstanding between old friends. Which is what I told the registrar. I’ve been sent to apologize, Dr. Morris, and beg for your forgiveness.”

  “Well, of course I forgive—”

  He covered her mouth with his index finger. “You have to hear my apology first. Let’s go to your office.”

  “I want to hear, too,” Charles whined.

  “The apology is not for you or to you, so go fuck—”

  “Steve!”

  He smiled tightly. “I would appreciate it if you would let me beg Leah’s forgiveness in private.” She took his elbow and practically dragged him to her office. When she unlocked the door, ushered him in, and closed it, Charles was nowhere to be seen.

  Steve reached around her and turned the lock. Then he took her in his arms. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

  “You’re forgiven,” she whispered.

  He took her mouth, and time disappeared.

  * * * *

  Steve gladly took Leah’s tongue in his mouth and gently sucked it. When she said he was forgiven, he hoped like hell she meant for everything and not just the argument in the restaurant. When she said he was off the hook for taking her virginity, he felt a twinge of disappointment. Dumb ass. You didn’t even remember the night. Right then and there he decided that if he hadn’t been Leah Morris’s first, he wanted to be her last—or one of two lasts.

  She pushed her suit jacket over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Steve pulled her blouse out from the waistband of her skirt. Her soft skin heated beneath his hands as he moved them up to cup her luscious breasts. She had worn a lacy bra. He wouldn’t remove it, but he liked the feel of the intricate pattern of thread on the pads of his fingertips.

  Next he explored her hips, slipping his hands past the waistband and over her narrow pelvis. Her panties must have been silky thin because he could feel no panty line under the material that ran from her waist to just above the knees. There was a garter belt, however. The lady wore stockings and not pantyhose. If he ever met the inventor of pantyhose, he’d gladly wring his neck. There was nothing sexy about them, whereas stockings were sex personified. If the moment became too heated, a man didn’t even have to remove them. He could feel the silk against his skin and the encouragement of high heels digging into his butt like spurs on a bronco.

  Through a kiss turning more passionate by the minute, he pleated each side of her skirt until he could reach under the hem and pull it up to just below her bra.

  “Bend over your desk,” he muttered when he came up for air.

  “I can’t do this here. I’m supposed to be having office hours.” But she took his mouth again, with hot, wet kisses that made him groan with pain from a cock that wanted to be entrapped in her pussy.

  “Baby, it won’t take long the way I feel right now. Do you want me to go?”

  “No!” She broke away and stumbled the two steps to her desk. Pushing two books off the corner onto the floor, she leaned over the end, stretching her arms up and out to grasp opposite edges.

  Steve used his foot to nudge her legs farther apart. The pose made her ass stick up into the perfect fucking position. He rubbed the silky skin of her butt, first over her satiny panties and without them when he pulled them down over her butt cheeks. The belt was a pretty blue with satin ribbon decoration. How like Leah to look so starchy on the surface yet be so soft and feminine where only she knew. Well, her and now him.

  He tore the rubber packet from his wallet and then tore himself out of his slacks and briefs. His dick bobbed and throbbed while he applied the condom. How could he get her to stop demanding they wear these things? He wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin, to feel her grip him without the latex acting as a barrier, and to fill her with his cum. He wanted to leave a small part of himself inside Leah. He wanted to become one with her in the most intimate way a man could.

  Reaching between her legs, he used his finger to test her readiness. “God, Leah. You’re so wet.”

  “It’s what you do to me.” She raised her head and looked over her shoulder. “Does Beau know you’re here?”

  What was she up to? He wasn’t used to having a woman bring up another man when she had presented herself for a good fucking from him. “I don’t know. Why?”

  “We’ve only been together when we were, well, together. What do you think he’ll say when he hears about this?”

  He positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy and pushed inside, knowing as lubricated as she was he wouldn’t hurt her. “He’d say that he already spent a good many hours with you without me.” He pulled out, nearly all the way. Sweet Jesus! He loved fucking Leah Morris. Harder this time, he drove home, bringing a squeak of surprise from Leah. “Okay?”

  “Harder,” she said breathlessly.

  He pulled out, thrust home. With her cheek on the desk, her mout
h hung open, and her eyes closed, a light blush covered her neck and stole up onto her face. Her breathing was heavy, and her fingers gripped the desk edge with white knuckles. She was very close to losing it. And so was he.

  A sharp knock struck the door. Steve sucked in a breath and stopped mid-drive. Leah’s eyes flew open. Her breasts heaved with each breath.

  Another sharp knock hit the door.

  “She’s not there,” said a male voice.

  “But it says right here. These are her office hours.” A girl answered him.

  “So? Maybe she has something better to do than listen to you complain about why you don’t have your paper done.”

  Steve eased the rest of the way inside Leah’s cunt. She wriggled back against him and dared him with her eyes to keep going. He withdrew and then slammed into her. The desk creaked.

  “Did you hear that? She’s in there,” said the girl.

  “No she’s not. Come on back to the dorm with me. I’ve got some good weed and a cock that can’t wait to get inside you.”

  “I told you, last night was the last time.”

  “Cindy, come on.”

  There was no sound except Steve’s labored breathing, which he tried to control lest the noise carry to the other side of the door. But it was damn hard.

  “See?” said the male triumphantly. “You can’t kiss me like that and then tell me you don’t want to fuck. Let me touch you. There’s no one out here.”

  “No. Not here. Stop it. Let’s go back to your room.”

  Hurried footsteps echoed on the wooden floor away from her door and down the hall.

  “You’re not the only one getting some today,” Leah murmured.

  “I feel like the only man in the world getting some today.”

  “Hmm,” she murmured. “Lucky me!”

  “Lucky me. I won the prize, and the prize is being with you again, Leah, not the sex.” He drove in once more. “Though I have to admit, the sex is damn great.”

  She closed her eyes and came all around his cock with a strength that surprised him even now, after the number of times they’d made love the previous night. He joined her and then stretched out over her back, using his elbows to keep his weight off her.