Page 173 of Their Naughty Student
“Is that a request?”I smacked her twice, alternating between both luscious globes.“Or a command?”
“Request,” she whimpered.“Please, Professor Edge.I need you and Professor Cavanaugh to fuck me.”
I caught Cav’s gaze, nodded.
He stepped forward.“Stand up, Miss Lautner.”
With our assistance, she got to her feet.
“Strip,” he insisted.“Show me those beautiful tits.”
Her face was flushed, her hands trembling, but Jamie did as instructed.
“You’re a very naughty student,” he said simply, walking around her, admiring the long, lean lines of her body.“Do you think you deserve our cocks?”
“Yes, Professor Cavanaugh.”
“What makes you think so?”
She shrugged.
While he continued to tease her with words, I caught sight of the chair in the corner.Not just any chair.This was a tantric chair, one designed for various sexual positions.When Cav looked my way, I nodded toward it.His attention swung over, and a smile tugged at his lips.
“Over here, Miss Lautner,” he stated, motioning toward the corner.
He followed, then stepped up behind her, his chest flush against her back.“If you want this, Miss Lautner … if you want us to both fuck you, show us how much.”
She sounded innocent when she said, “How do I do that, Professor Cavanaugh?”
“Take our clothes off.”
I heard her exhale roughly as I rummaged through the desk drawer, retrieving the items I needed.
I joined them as Jamie began stripping Cav.She took her time with his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping, slowly sliding them down his hips as she went to her knees before him.
Cav placed his hand on her head, stared down at her.“I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”
Wary eyes peered up at him, and I smiled.She was enjoying this.There wasn’t a hint of fear on her face, just lust.And the role-playing was doing it for her the same as it was for us.
This was what I wanted, I decided.
To play with them, to have these moments when the three of us could step out of the real world and enjoy ourselves.No plans, no expectations.
All along, I’d been trying to structure my world around my needs instead of the other way around.Rather than simply living, I’d had my own preconceived notions of how this was supposed to go.I didn’t want a full-time submissive after all.I wanted a life, a relationship.Love.I wanted this.
“Ah, cupcake,” Cav sighed.“Your mouth feels so good.”His hand tightened in her hair.“Suck me.”
Jamie stared up at him as he pumped his hips, sliding over her glistening lips.My own cock throbbed in response.I wanted to feel her mouth on me.
Rather than wait for her to strip me, I took care of it myself before coming to stand beside Cav.I fisted my cock, holding it directly in front of Jamie’s face.
“My turn, sweetness,” I rasped.“Show me how much you love my dick.”
With one hand curled around Cav’s cock, she took me in her mouth, stroked him.She alternated for long minutes, driving the tension between the three of us higher with every passing second.
When I knew I couldn’t take much more, I pulled out of her grip and took a seat on the chair.“Come here, sweetness.I want you to sit on my cock.”
Cav helped her to her feet, and on shaky legs, Jamie walked over.Within seconds, she was straddling me, my cock pressing intimately against her pussy.
