by Sadie May
“Ethan, turn her around,” Trace commands. Ethan does as he bids, spinning me so my back is to his chest as he pulls my shirt off. I’m still wearing my bra, thong, garters and stockings. Trace hooks a finger under the crotch of my thong and tugs it down to my thighs. It won’t go any further because of the stockings but it’s enough as he spreads my legs as much as they’ll go and dove his tongue into my pussy.
I nearly collapse at the sensation of his tongue dragging over my clit. Moaning, I fell back against Ethan. One of his hands was holding me by the ass while the other wrapped around me. He tweaked my nipple as his fingers slid under my bra.
“Look at me,” he commands.
My face turns up to him and then I was lost as his mouth claims mine. An orgasm is barreling towards me and my entire body shakes with the force of it.
Trace picked that moment to slide a finger inside me and then I am done. My body heaves as I come all over his hand and mouth, my moans swallowed by Ethan.
Trace grabbed my hips and gently laid me on the couch as they both strip off the rest of my clothing. Ethan unclasped my bra as Trace unhooked the garters.
“You were supposed to get naked,” Ethan rumbled.
I give him a satisfied smile. I could tell him it’s Trace’s fault but I start tingling just thinking about the punishment he might have for me. “Sorry, sir,” I murmured. He grabbed my hands, pulling them over my head. I catch my breath, anticipation tingling through me.
Nipping at my neck, he trails kisses down my chest. Trace stood over us, having stripped his own clothes off. He trailed a hand down my leg. “So soft,” he murmurs. “And delicious.”
“Our girl is sweet,” Ethan spoke against my chest and I felt his voice vibrate through me.
“Your girl,” I gasped as his mouth clamps down on my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
“Only ours.” Ethan lifted his head just long enough to move to the other nipple.
Trace was climbing between my legs. I looked down to see the fat head of his cock positioned at my pussy and, I swear, I start dripping wetness onto Ethan’s couch. “No one else’s.” Trace starts pushing inside of me.
It felt so good, I arched my back, my hands straining against Ethan’s hold. “You’re only saying that now because you’re fucking me.”
Ethan stood suddenly, letting me go. I felt vulnerable without his touch. Once he is naked, his hand grabs my chin, holding it gently. “I’ve never done this before and I don’t plan on ever being with another student again. You’re special, Missy.”
I nod, his words making the pleasure so much more intense. He comes closer to me and places his knees on the couch. Turning my head, his cock is right there and I open wide, taking him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, Missy,” he groans as he slides down my throat. He skims his fingers past my chest, and down my belly, till he is pressing on my clit while Trace fucks me. Another orgasm is building as both my men start moving faster.
My hand clamps around the base of Ethan’s cock and I watch his eyes roll back in his head as I take him deep enough to touch my lips to my fingers. He’s grunting which only makes me hotter as Trace’s pounds into me faster and faster.
I’m on the edge, trying to hold on, wanting to come when they come. Ethan rips out a moan and suddenly my mouth is filling with his hot cum.
It’s all I need, my insides shatter, gripping Trace’s thick shaft. I hear him moan and then he’s cumming too.
We collapsed in a pile, Ethan slid his body under my head Trace laid on top of me, his face nuzzled in my chest. I’ve never been more comfortable and I started to drift off to sleep.
Ethan’s fingers comb through my hair. “No sleeping yet,” he chuckled.
“Do you have more plans for me?” I gave him a soft grin.
He smiled back. “Dinner, for one.”
“Boring,” I stretch a little, and my stomach grumbled. Both of them laugh.
“We need to keep your energy up for what we have planned later,” Trace said as he peppered kisses along my abdomen.
I try to remember the last time one man, let alone two of them, were worried about my eating or my energy. It’s really nice but I am trying not to think about it too much. Much as I appreciate their words, I know this is temporary. I don’t do long term, and even if I did, these guys are too old, too mature to want share me full time. Then there’s Ethan’s job. The longer we do this, the more likely we are to get caught, again.
But I push it out of my mind as we got up to make some dinner. I grabbed my phone and text Morgan. Brie and Allison are kinky as fuck and will be perfect for my plan. While Ethan cooked, Trace sends me a pic of Sky that I forward on.
Brie chimed in on my phone.
We got this. Will send you a video tonight when it’s done.
We eat a simple dinner that is absolutely delicious as I lounge in Trace’s shirt. I try to remember the last time I was more relaxed or comfortable.
Trace pulled my feet into his lap and Ethan slides next to me as I rest my head on his shoulder. “I could get used to this,” I murmur.
Trace dropped my feet and my stomach dipped with them. I’ve said the wrong thing. But then he was next to me, pulling me up from the table, wrapping me in his arms. “Me too,” he said just before his lips take mine in a hot kiss that leaves me breathless.
Ethan pressed his body to my back and slid his hands under the hem of the shirt, his fingers grazing my thighs, my ass cheeks, and finally the lips of my pussy. I’m pulsing with need by the time Trace finally breaks the kiss.
“Upstairs,” Ethan rasps. Trace let me go and Ethan picked me up carrying me through the kitchen, into the dining room and then up the stairs.
I giggled, “I can walk.”
“I am fully aware that you are a capable woman,” he winks at me. “In fact, I’m slightly frightened of what will happen when I piss you off.” His lips bent down and kissed my cheek.
“Frightened,” I quirk an eyebrow. “At little old me.” I hear Trace laugh just behind us.
“But you should let us take care of you a little. Not because you have to but because it’s nice.”
I bite my lip then. Because the words I haven’t said today are banging around my head. It does sound nice. Until it’s gone. I’ve never really needed anyone and I’m not sure I want to start. Especially with them. So instead, I focus on the part I am completely comfortable with them taking care of. In a husky purr, I ask, “How are you going to do that, sir?”
His eyes darken as he looks down at me. “Missy,” his voice has a little catch that I absolutely love.
I start at the word. It’s just his voice. It’s not like I said I loved him. But part of me feels like I might. Shit. I have got to her out this before someone ends up hurt. Namely me.
But not tonight. Tonight, I am going to enjoy the professor I’d been lusting after for months and the friend I am so hot for, even wearing panties seems like a waste of time.
Ethan tumbled me onto the bed sideways, falling with me and rolling me onto my side. Trace fits himself against my back, his hands lifting his shirt up and over my head. I would have thought after what we’d already done, this would be slower, but all three of us are burning, and both men are kicking off their pants.
Finishing first, Ethan climbs back on top of me. “That blowjob was amazing but I am dying to feel your pussy again.”
I rake my hands down his chest as he plunges inside of me. As he pushed me forward with his thrusts, my head fell off the side of the bed and I am upside down. I smile as the underside of Trace’s cock comes into view.
I’ve never given a blowjob like this but, fuck, it’s going to be fun to try. Ethan is hammering into me in the most satisfying way as I open my mouth and let Trace slide in. My throat is totally open in this position and, before I know it, his balls are pressed against my nose.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants. I wish I could see his face. But as he slides back out of me, I catch a glimpse. He
has locked his gaze on my lips, and he looks almost tortured in his bliss. I open my throat wider, wanting to give him everything.
My hands held onto Trace’s hips as I slide him back in my mouth. Ethan slowed his pace to match the one I was setting and the three of rocked together, my body humming with my building orgasm.
Ethan shifted slightly, the head of his cock pressing a spot deep inside of me I’d never felt before. Which is really saying something. I thought I’d experienced everything. But this, holy shit, it’s like sex on hyper drive.
I shuddered it felt so good and he hit it again. I am about to explode. I’m moaning around Trace’s cock. He is grunting as he pushes deep into my mouth again.
It’s all too much and I explode around Ethan, my body gripping him so tight, I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me.
Trace, erupted in my mouth, just as Ethan pushes in one more time, and letting out guttural groan, he explodes inside me.
It’s like nothing I had ever experienced before. I can’t even pick up my head, my body is tapped.
“Missy?” Trace asked as he picked up my head.
The corner of my mouth tips up. “That was too good to move.”
Ethan slides my body back on the bed and then picks me up to reposition me on the pillows.
“I don’t have words for how good that was,” Ethan whispers, snuggling in next to me.
Trace is at my other side. “You’re aren’t kidding. I can’t even begin to describe--”
“No talking,” I snuggle down deeper between them. Something inside me is worried, we’re about to touch on feelings. I don’t want to go there because I know this arrangement is only temporary. Professors don’t have long term relationships with their students and co-workers don’t get involved. “I think I need a nap before I head home.”
“You’re not going home,” Ethan whispers, stroking my hair. “You’re staying right here.”
I should be worried. It’s a bad idea and I know it but I’ll think about that tomorrow. Right now, I am going to enjoy what is shaping up to be the most blissful sleep of my life.
I woke at six to the sound of my phone buzzing somewhere in the corner of the room. Lifting my head up, I try to get my bearings on where I am and why my phone is way over in the corner. Shouldn’t it be on my nightstand?
“I’ll get it for you,” Trace’s sleepy voice cuts through my confusion. I see him roll out of bed, completely naked and rifle through the clothes to find the phone.
He carried it toward me, just as it stops buzzing. “Thank god,” I breathed a sigh of relief as Ethan’s hand started stroking my back from my other side.
Just then, it started buzzing again. Looking at the screen, I can see it’s Brie. “Hey,” I picked up, my voice still heavy with sleep.
“Shit,” Brie breathed. “Did I wake you? What time is it?”
“Brie?” I sit up in the middle of the bed. “It’s six in the morning. Are you okay?” Trace lays down next to me and both of them were touching my back, my hair, my arms. I want to lie back down and be pressed between them.
“Oh shit, is it? I haven’t gone to bed yet.” She sounded near giddy.
“Rough night?” I try again, nervousness making me grab Ethan’s leg. His hand tightened at my waist and Trace’s stops moving.
“It was…” She paused. “Awesome.”
“Awesome?” I repeat completely unable to say more.
“Sky is into some funky shit.” She was giddy, I can hear it in her voice. “Listen, I made the video. Sisters first. But I don’t think you’ll need to use it. We’re going to see each other again tonight. And honestly, he’s already talking about flying to visit me in a few weeks. If you could not tell him that you sent me to meet him, that would be cool.”
“Okay, I understand,” I blinked. At least I think I do. “I’ll talk to you tonight, okay?”
I hang up, just as my phone dings with an incoming text. It’s from Brie. As I hit play, my mouth falls open. “Holy shit.”
The guys have been silently watching me as they lay on the bed. “What the fuck is going on?” Trace finally asks.
Ethan is silent but his eyes are intense.
“Brie made the video,” I say. Even I am slightly scandalized by what I see. And I have done a lot of crazy shit.
“And?” Ethan quietly asks the single word.
“If you show it to him, he’ll never bother you again.” I swallowed. “But it turns out, they are super hot for each other.”
I press play again, and hand over my phone. Brie has Sky in Morgan’s prom dress and she is fucking him in the backdoor with a double sided dildo that is hot pink while he jerks off. Wow, I really dodged a bullet there.
“Holy shit,” Ethan blinked several times.
“That’s fucked up,” Trace adds.
“No wonder Samantha decided to fuck him.” Ethan was pulling me to lie back down next him.
“Samantha?” My eyebrows are arched and I can’t help it, my voice is laced with jealousy.
“No one important.” Ethan gets up on one elbow as he looks down at me, his hand stroking down my chest. His eyes tell me it’s the truth. “A woman from a long time ago.”
Trace rises above me too. “She wasn’t satisfied with only two men.”
“Her loss.” I play at sassy but my insides are flopping around with nerves. Turns out, I don’t like thinking about them with anyone else either.
It was as though Ethan can read my thoughts. “She’s got nothing on you.”
“Missy, it’s so good with you it almost hurts,” Trace added.
Both are looking at me with honesty and something deeper. Something that scares the shit out of me.
I jumped off the bed and stretched. These two could lull me into morning sex and I can’t do that now. For a lot of reasons. Both are eyeing me with a mixture of lust and worry. I ignored it and my words rush out. “I’ve got to get home so that I can get ready to finish the interview this morning and then I have to make it to class this afternoon. The makeup work from yesterday is already going to be hell.”
Ethan nodded. “I’ll drive you.”
“That’s okay,” Trace stood too. “I need to get back to my place and change as well. And you don’t want to be seen dropping a student off in the morning.”
“Right,” Ethan ran his fingers through his hair, looking dissatisfied. “I will pick you up in an hour and a half and then drop you at class this afternoon.”
I nod but it dampened my enthusiasm too. This is why I don’t want emotions clouding my judgement. This can’t be a long term thing. It’s only a matter of time before we get caught. It only affirms what I already know. It’s another really good reason for Ethan to end this. Tossing on some clothes, I head out the back door and slip into Trace’s sedan.
Back at Ethan’s two hours later, I am shaking hands with a line of men. They are flying me to Idaho or some shit to meet with the board. It’s the next step for me to get the gig. My head is so full, I can’t even focus on what they’re saying. This job is moving forward.
I see Sky come up to Ethan and shake his hand. Then he leans over and starts whispering in Ethan’s ear. Ethan nods and his eyes meet mine. He gives me a tiny wink.
The breath blows out of my chest. Thank god, Sky is backing down.
A half hour later, I am on my way to class like the last couple of days never even happened. I could almost believe I didn’t interview for my dream job, didn’t fuck two of the hottest guys I’d ever met.
Which is probably good. Because as I sit down to the mountain of make-up work, I realize I can’t continue seeing them. Maybe after I graduate. But then again, they will likely have moved on. I’m likely saving myself a mountain of rejection by just ending it now.
So when Trace texts me at nine,
Come over, Sweetheart.
I reply,
Sorry! Too much work.
He doesn’t respond back and I’m sure it’s probably because he’s texting the next
girl in his contacts.
I try not to cry, as I spend two more hours studying and then finally collapse into bed exhausted.
The next morning I have Ethan’s class. I stood outside the door, debating whether or not I go in. I mean what the fuck is wrong with me? I never get attached or nervous. I don’t have gooey feelings.
With that in mind, I pushed the door open and instantly regretted it, because both Ethan and Trace are standing at the front of the lecture hall and both are looking directly at me. I averted my eyes and make my way to my seat.
Trace starts up the steps and sits down next to me, his knee brushing mine. “Hey,” he whispers.
“Hey,” I reply back. Not sure what else to say.
Ethan starts the lecture but once again, I barely hear him. This time, I am completely mesmerized by the sound of his voice, the movement of his throat, the sight of his hands. It’s stirring something deeper than the lust I felt before. Jesus, I’m in love with him. No wonder I’m running scared, afraid he’ll break up with me.
I looked to Trace, whose eyes are still glued to me. The curve of his lip captures my attention and I am desperate to kiss him, be held in his arms. Idiot that I am, I’m in love with him too. Shit shit shit. How could I have let this become such a mess?
I’m going to have to tell them both that I can’t see them anymore.
Turns out, breaking it off with two guys is twice as hard.
Class ends, and I brush my sweaty palms on my jeans. I watch the class file out, waiting till we have some privacy. Once the last student leaves, I stand, Trace standing too. My heels click on the floor as I straighten my sweater.
Ethan’s dark eyes are nearly unreadable as he assesses me. “Missy,” his tone holds a warning but I’m not sure what he’s warning me against. I’m doing this for his benefit too, not just mine.
Clearing my throat, I begin. “Those couple of nights were fun,” I start.
But I don’t get to finish.
“No,” Ethan cuts me off.
Trace’s hand comes to my back. “You’re not breaking up with us.”
“I am,” I insist. Alright, so it’s a little childish. But they started it.