Page 34 of Private Tutoring
Stephen crossed his arms and turned away from Roberto. “Fine. Tutoring continues. All conversations happen in the classrooms, with doors open. No touching. No flirting. Nothing.”
“Done.” I agreed in a heartbeat. Stephen made too much sense to even think about arguing.
Matthew nodded his agreement, his touch on my leg growing heavier.
I’d feared a lack of enthusiasm, but the way they looked at me blew that out of the water.
“No one can see us.” Roberto licked his finger and made a check mark in the air. “Done. What else?”
Stephen seemed to be the one running this part of the show. He strode to the windows and sat on the sill. Setting his palms on either side of his hips, he cocked his head to the side. “No strings attached. No feelings.”
My heart and stomach plummeted, but I managed to control the hurt before it made its way into my face. They would read that as some kind of failure, and I wasn’t ready to give this up before it even started. “No feelings.” The words hurt coming out.
Matthew squeezed my knee again and stood. “You can meet us here. Probably best if you don’t have our numbers. If anyone sees them on your phone, it will cause questions.”
“How do we decide when to meet?” I looked from Matthew to Stephen, then to Roberto.
“Do you want to stay for a while tonight?” Roberto asked it casually, but when he crossed his ankle over his knee, I spotted his growing erection.
“Yes. I can stay for a while.” My skin prickled and heated, the flushing feeling drawing my skin tight over my body. It itched, and the constriction of my clothes turned irritating. I stood and reached for the hem of my shirt.
Stephen grasped my wrists loosely and tugged my hands away. “One last rule.”
“Stephen.” Matthew said his name with a warning note.
“You do not always have to sleep with all three of us. There may be times when you want just one, or two. And that is okay.” He stared deep into my eyes. “Your comfort is our top priority.”
Roberto made a sound that might have been a protest if not for the hunger in his eyes.
“I want all of you.” I made sure my conviction came through, and in case any of them doubted my sincerity, I turned in Stephen’s grip and put my back to his chest. It was the same way we’d stood last night.
His breath whispered over my cheek when he leaned down to nuzzle his chin against my shoulder. “Let’s get you into bed.”
A delicious shudder caused goose bumps to pop on my arms. The tightening swirl of heat in my stomach intensified when Stephen’s grip on my wrists released and he tipped my head up with one knuckle under my chin.
No feelings. The harsh rasp of the thought sliced deep. We’d agreed, and I wasn’t about to ruin my moment. Stephen nudged the center of my spine, guiding me from the open living room to a spacious hallway that allowed Matthew to walk alongside me while Stephen and Roberto walked behind. The same white walls held no pictures or paintings. Each door was the same nondescript beige, each one closed.
Matthew stopped at the end of the hallway and twisted a knob on the door to our right. It swung open, and he moved back, letting me enter first. I was almost too distracted by what I knew was about to happen to even look around, but curiosity won out.
Stephen’s room was a riot of golden hues. An off-white blanket with threads of gold running through it covered the oversized four-poster bed.
Heavy wooden furniture matched the masculine scent that mingled musk and delicious leather aromas.
Matthew tugged me to the side. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.” He peeled my shirt over my head as he spoke and set it aside.
Stephen unclasped my bra and tossed it across the back of a chair.
Cold air whispered over my skin, and my nipples hardened. “I want to touch you.” I reached for Matthew. I’d had very little time to explore their bodies last night. I wasn’t leaving until I’d satisfied that urge. I skated my hands over his chest and shoulders, then down again. He wore a thin white T-shirt tuckedinto his slacks, and I pulled it free to expose toned abs. An itch to touch every inch of all three men spread from my fingers to my palms.
Stephen smoothed his hands over my ass and squeezed as he nipped my shoulder. He reached around to unbutton my jeans and nudged them over my hips. They hadn’t even hit the floor before he fingered my clit and slid a finger inside.
“Sweet Harmony.” He groaned and rocked his hips into me, the press of his cock thick between my ass cheeks. “I can’t wait to be inside you, but I’m going to enjoy every second between now and then.”
“So am I.” I pulled Matthew in for a kiss while fisting his shirt in my hands. “And I have a rule too.” I waited for their attention to snap to my face. “Nothing is off-limits. If I want to try and fit all three of your dicks in my pussy, we try it.”
“That mouth and curiosity are going to get you in trouble.” Matthew chuckled and cupped the back of my head, guiding me closer. “Agreed.”
I leaned into the kiss.
