Page 56 of Private Tutoring
I wanted to believe them. Maybe I needed to believe them because anything else meant I’d fallen into a trap of needing them to succeed. I was supposed to be strong and independent. I’d sworn never to lose myself to a man who might put that at risk.
They didn’t put me at risk of losing myself. The thought came at me the moment Stephen pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger and raised my head so I met his eyes. “You have earned every grade, Harmony. Not because of what we do here.” His cheeks creased when he smiled. “Your hard work in class has paid off, as it was meant to.”
Roberto smoothed his knuckles over my cheek. “Never think less of yourself. Not ever. For any reason.”
The weight of their words and reassurances took away the uncertainty I’d carried all week.
I released my grip on my arms and let them fall to my sides.
Roberto leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “We value you, Harmony. There is nothing we wouldn’t do for you.”
Except let me give them up. They had reeled me back in, and all it took was the promise that I had meaning in their lives.
Well, I was screwed. Roberto’s warm lips returned to my cheek.
Stephen captured my lips in a slow kiss, and Matthew whispered in the other ear, “Do you still want us?”
I broke off the kiss with Stephen. “You should ask that before trying to get in my pants, not in the middle of a kiss.” It was a light scolding that had no heat. They had promised to always stop if I said stop. That was no different now.
“You’re right.” Matthew stood, and the absence of his body heat behind me sent a chill along my neck. “Do you want this?”
Roberto was the next to scoot away. He retreated as far as the table allowed, even moving his knees so they were out of reach. “It’s your decision. Always. If you truly want to end things, I’ll drive you home.”
Stephen made a strangled sound that caused his eyes to close, but he pushed away from me and tucked his body in the far corner of the couch.
This was my moment to tell them it was over. That was what I’d come here to do. The words I needed to say floated in my mind. “I want you. All of you.” That single truth brought all three men around me in a rush of touch. Hands and lips converged.
Stephen cupped my breast through the thin shirt, then lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
My body turned liquid beneath their attention.
“I’ve been dreaming of you.” Matthew slid onto the cushion behind me, nestling me between his thighs. My back rested against his chest, and he turned my head toward him for a kiss that stole my breath.
Roberto undid the buttons on my pants with a kind of frantic grasping that I understood. Now that I’d agreed, I wanted them with such a desperate intensity that I batted his hands aside and removed my pants myself. All without breaking contact with Matthew.
Stephen groaned and yanked the shirt down, using the wide neck to bare my breasts. The collar caught beneath them, pushing them up into his face. He grasped both without hesitation and swapped between them, using his lips and teeth to tease the taut nipples.
I braced my hands on his broad shoulders, enjoying the flex and pull of muscles.
Roberto slid a hand between my legs and cupped my sex as I rocked over his palm, a low keening sound slipping between my parted lips that Matthew refused to relinquish.
A single finger slid inside me, and Roberto used his thumb to play with my clit. That was all it took to push me to the edge. I wasn’t ready to fall over it just yet, but he made every thrust deep and satisfying.
I murmured against Matthew’s lips. “I want one of you inside me.”
Roberto added a second finger. “Soon, sweetheart. Let us enjoy this a little bit longer. It’s been too long.” He kissed my ribs, then my inner thigh.
I didn’t know how they were everywhere all at once without getting in each other’s way, and I didn’t care.
Matthew slid his hands down my hips, grasped my inner thighs, and brought one leg up over the back of the couch whilethe other draped over his knee. “Give her more, Roberto. I want to see everything.”
He loved watching. I’d learned that the first night when Roberto fucked me right in front of him. They all enjoyed seeing me come, which meant they made it happen over and over.
Roberto grunted. “I have an idea.” He removed his hands and motioned for Matthew to stand. “Bedroom.”
Matthew stood with me in his arms and carried me down the hallway to Roberto’s bedroom. I hadn’t been surprised the first time they brought me here. The room was exactly what I expected from Roberto. A mural of an Italian landscape took up an entire wall, and a massive bed rested directly across from it. Matthew lowered me onto the soft mattress and took a step back.
Roberto stripped, motioning for them to do the same.
