Page 23 of Private Tutoring
“That’s it. That is what I wanted to see.” He brushed his thumbs over my cheeks, my lips, and down my jaw.
Roberto lowered my leg, patted my ass, and withdrew his cock. “Your turn, Stephen.”
Eyes locked on mine, Stephen slid off the desk, pushing me upright in the same motion. He swept me into his arms without breaking eye contact.
My legs locked around his waist at the same moment he guided his cock into my pussy. Gravity pulled me all the way to the base of his cock, but he didn’t let me stay there. Wide hands grasped my ass and lifted me to the tip before dropping me hard enough to bounce my tits against his chest.
The aftershocks of my most recent orgasm turned into savage quakes that tightened my core. “I’m not going to last long.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. Stephen fucked me like a starved man, his muscles standing outin stark relief with every thrust. “Don’t hold back.” Another lift of my body into the air, and when he brought me down again, stars of light burst behind my eyelids. I yanked my eyes open and kissed him, tasting the ripples of pleasure that passed between us.
“God, what a sight.” Matthew groaned from his seat in the chair.
Roberto’s grunt held agreement and approval.
I fully expected Stephen to follow me over the edge.
Instead, he lifted me off his cock while walking toward the chair. “Time to show her what she’s done to us.”
Matthew stood, still stroking his cock. I whimpered in the back of my throat, wanting them again despite having multiple orgasms.
Stephen grinned and gave me his cock in a slow glide that sent me right back over the edge. This time when he lowered me to the chair, I was too exhausted and satiated to argue. They closed in around me, gorgeous bodies gleaming. I could barely breathe as the sight of all three naked men took up my entire vision.
They stroked their cocks, all of them watching me.
“This is what you do to us, Harmony.” Matthew’s head fell forward, and he bent at the waist, grasping the back of the chair. He widened his stance so his cock rested along my collarbone.
I felt every stroke he gave it, the rasp of his knuckles edging along my jawline. I turned my head and lapped at the bulbous tip, attempting to draw him into my mouth.
“No.” Roberto used his free hand to pinch my chin and guide my mouth away. “No more work for you, my sweetheart. Now you watch.”
I’d never seen one man jerk off, much less three at the same time. All for me. I wanted them back inside me, coming in meone by one, but the sight of them as they came was the most erotic experience of my life.
Thick, hot cum spurted onto my neck, my belly, and my chest, each man marking my skin with his pleasure. I arched into it, my empty body no longer feeling ignored but worshipped. I brought them to this.
What could I possibly say after what we’d done? I had no words, no experience in this arena to understand what happened next.
Matthew kissed me, then Roberto, and finally Stephen. Each kiss lingered with sweetness that made me tear up and blink rapidly.
Roberto scooped me into his arms, carrying me through a door into a utilitarian bathroom with nothing more than a sink, a toilet, and a tiny closet with two towels. He took one and handed the other to Stephen before setting me on the toilet.
My brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” Roberto ran warm water over the towel and used it to clean my body.
I held out my hand. “I can do that.” I should be the one doing it.
“No.” He patted my hand and lowered it to my side. “This is our job.”
“You’ve already done so much.” I couldn’t understand the emotion tightening my throat. It wasn’t regret or shame. Embarrassment maybe? Was this how it was supposed to be? “I can clean myself up.”
“We want to.” Stephen said it with that clear, crisp finality that made him intimidating to me.
I dropped my gaze to his powerful thighs and let out a shuddering breath. “Thank you.”
He nodded.
The reality of what I’d done—whatwehad done—flooded in. The air in my lungs froze solid. This was forbidden. Having sex with them, even once, could cost them their careers and me my scholarship. I’d been so wrapped up in the moment and the pleasure that I let it cloud my mind.
The veil ripped free, allowing all the fear to pour in. My breathing hitched.
