Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

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 to 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 mouth 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.

“I am sorry,” he said with his cheek on her blouse. “Not just for the argument, but for causing you pain those many years ago.”

“Apology accepted.”

“It’s not all good news, I’m afraid. The Dean of Faculty is going to want to see you. You’ll get your letter this morning that he’ll want to see you this afternoon. I’ve already taken all responsibility, so I think he just wants to hear your take on what happened. You’ll most likely just get a lecture about public behavior.”

“How do you know all of this?”

He smiled. Her eyes turned soft and darkened. “I flashed my irresistible smile and women tell me all they know. I heard about it in the offices this morning.”

“That was awfully chivalrous of you. But I can admit I did wrong and take my punishment. Right now I want to know something more important. When will I see you and Beau again?”

“I have a chem lab tonight. But Beau will be home studying if you want to come over. I’ll make dinner and leave afterward. About five?”

“I’ll be there.”

He pushed himself up and away from the desk. He removed a freezer bag he’d had folded in his pocket. A tug took care of the condom which he then zipped in the bag and put back in his pocket. That would have to do until he found an anonymous trash can somewhere. He hoped the damn bag wouldn’t leak, but no way could he leave such a thing in Leah’s office. Then tidying himself meant nothing more than tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping up.

Leah needed a bit more. He helped straighten her skirt and tried to brush out the wrinkles that had formed. She pushed her blouse back in place while he watched. Damn if she wasn’t as sexy getting dressed as she was getting undressed.

“Anything else I can help with?” he asked.