Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Using his right hand, he tangled her hair with his fingers and held her steady while he lifted his hips. Her mouth opened wider to accommodate his girth as he glided to the back of her throat. She hummed, and he felt the sound quiver along his nerve endings throughout his body. He pulled back until she was at his head. She licked it, teasing the slit where pre-cum had started.

He pulled back the sheet. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, we’d better stop now.”

She turned her head to look at him. Her deep blue eyes were hooded, glazed with lust, and her mouth covered the crown of his cock. She was flushed and breathing deeply. He was breathing pretty damn hard himself. Without a word, she circled the head of his dick with her tongue and sank down his shaft again.

Steve reached his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. She was wet as a river, making it easy to probe with two fingers. Immediately, she moved over his hand. Spreading the rest of his fingers out, he reached her clit with one and teased her ass with his thumb. She sucked in a breath, and he nearly lost it.

With abandon, she rode his hand while bobbing up and down on his dick. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the primal feelings overwhelming him. He gasped for air and fought the urge to come until she had.

He won. Barely. She came hard, pushing down on his hand, gripping his fingers with her pussy and coating his hand in sweet-smelling cream.

Steve returned the favor by shooting off when, in the throes of her own orgasm, she sucked powerfully and kept him deep in her mouth.

When she finally lifted her head, he removed his fingers from her pussy. She collapsed beside him.

Steve sat up and pulled her into his lap. “You’re incredible.”

She smiled. “Making up for lost time.”

“Well, there’s no need to take it too fast. We have a lot of time ahead of us.” And when he said it, he knew it to be true. He’d let her go before, but he wouldn’t let her go again.

Leah’s stroked Steve’s chest, one leg nestled between his. Her life had turned around suddenly. Years of hurt and pain had vanished, and she’d found a place within herself of contentment. She’d read an article a while back that said sex could calm a person. Even bring down blood pressure. She believed it. There was no need for drugs to enhance one’s view of the world if one had two sexy guys who were willing to fulfill all one’s desires—even the deep, dark, hidden ones. They would need to discuss fantasies. Besides being fabulous for her sex drive, fantasies would make a great chapter for the book. The
new
book that she had yet to organize in her mind.

“Are you hungry?” Steve asked, sounding half-asleep.

The sounds of Willie Nelson’s new song, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain,” came from the other part of the house, the part that didn’t smell of the sex she and Steve had shared a few minutes ago. Then she heard the sounds of pans and water and obvious kitchen noises.

Her stomach rumbled. “I guess I am. You didn’t feed me at the restaurant.”

“Hmm. I was hungry for something they didn’t serve at Rowlands.” He placed his hand over hers. His thumb rubbed the top of her hand. “I wanted you for an appetizer, entrée, and dessert.”

“I think you’ve had the entrée and appetizer. What do you plan for dessert?”

“I’m going to make you come without touching your pussy.”

A thrill ran down her back. “Oh? You don’t like my pussy?”

“Hell, no. I love your pussy. My dick has never been in a sweeter pussy than yours, Leah.”

Dirty talk had always gotten her blood stirred, and her breath caught. He picked up her hand and took her pinky finger into his mouth. His tongue explored it, teased it, licked it. Then he sucked the next finger in, running his tongue around the ring she always wore there. When he focused on the next two fingers, he took them in together, sucking them in deeply and then pulling them out. Sucking in, pulling out. He stared into her eyes while he did it, his dark brown eyes half closed, his gaze intense.

“You like it when I talk dirty?” Steve said after releasing her fingers from his mouth. And such a nice mouth. Firm lips that curved up when he smiled. It was that smile that had captured her heart and mind years ago. She had had few friends, and then one day after English class, he had smiled while holding open the door. She’d mumbled a thank you, and he said that he liked her comment about Matthew Arnold and “Dover Beach.” And she was hooked.

Until the night of the frat party. She pushed that from her mind and concentrated instead on what Steve was doing with his mouth instead of smiling. He nibbled her neck before trailing his lips to her breast where his hot, wet kisses made her arch her back off the bed.

“Your tits are beautiful,” he said. “Would you like me to fuck your tits someday?”

The image excited her. He’d be so close. She would be able to watch his cock tunnel through the soft flesh of her breasts, emerging so near to her mouth.

“Yes.”

“I’ll add it to the long list of things I want to do to your body,” he said. Then he looked up and raised one brow. “Wicked things, Leah.”

“Dark, delicious things,” she answered. “I want them all.”

His eyes flashed with desire and then darkened. His forehead sported droplets of sweat not there a moment ago. “Oh, baby, what you do to me.”

He bent to her breast again, suckling her nipple while lightly biting it. She squirmed under the subtle pain mixed with pleasure. Running her fingers through his hair, she tried to hold him there, but he wouldn’t have it. He slowly but surely roved farther down her body, across her stomach and to her right thigh.

Already the need built in her. She wanted him back at her breast, at her neck, at her mouth. She gasped on a breath when he parted her legs and scraped his teeth against the tender skin of her inside thigh. Breathing through her mouth, she grasped for equilibrium that was just out of reach. Raising her hips, she tried to entice him to stroke her pussy or her clit or anywhere in the vicinity, but he followed his own agenda, staying away from the very parts of her she wanted him to touch. Needed him to touch.

“Please, Steve.”

“Please what, Leah?” Amusement laced his voice.

“Lick me. Just put your mouth on me and lick my pussy.”

He ran his hand up her stomach and tweaked her nipple. Her sensitive skin responded. Her nipple stood stiff and firm, begging for more attention.

“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.”

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.