19. Avery
19
AVERY
I t's like I've said some kind of magic word because Jamie rises from the armchair and drops to his knees at my feet.
I feel Wesley and Phillip's eyes on me, but I can't seem to take my own off Jamie.
The mask of control that I didn't even know he had has crumbled away, leaving nothing but blatant, burning desire.
An ache that can only be sated by his touch thrums throughout my body.
I don't care that he's my teacher.
I don't care that at forty-seven, he's a full twenty-six years older than me.
I don't care if this is wrong.
All I want right now is for him to touch me.
Jamie grips my upper thighs and stares up at me.
“There was something I hadn't wanted to admit during our talk. It wasn't just worry for you and my friends that caused my harsh words this morning. There was something else too.”
“Which was?”
“Pure jealousy. They got to touch you, got to make you scream out in ecstasy while I'd been committed to being good. Do you have any clue how hard it was not to touch myself at the sight of you on that counter with your perfect body on display?”
His hands slide up to the waistband of my jeans, and I clench my thighs together hoping the pressure will ease the ache inside me.
“The thing is, Avery, I'm fucking done being good.”
“Wait.” Wesley’s tone makes us all freeze. “You need a safe word, Princess.”
“I already have one, remember?” I grumble.
“Do they know that?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“So then, how do you expect them to be able to know when to stop if you’re uncomfortable?”
“They won’t know.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell them already and stop tormenting me?”
“Not my safe word, is it?”
“Teapot,” I snap. “It’s fucking teapot, okay? Now can we?—”
Jamie presses an open-mouthed kiss just above my hip, and I’m pretty sure my entire brain short circuits. My body shakes as he kisses his way across to my other hip. His hand slips down to cup me over my jeans.
I grind my hips against his hand, desperate for any sense of friction.
“And here I was half worried you didn’t like me all that much.” He chuckles.
I gasp as his hands make quick work of my button and zipper.
Jamie stops and meets my eyes. “Is this okay? I wasn’t sure if it was a good sound or a bad one.”
“Good sound,” I say, running my hand through his thick, silvery hair. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“You want to hold her steady for me, Phillip?”
I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. As Phillip lifts me into his lap, Jamie yanks my pants off in one fluid motion.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see you, Princess.”
I lean back into Phillip’s hard chest and drape my legs on the outsides of his.
Jamie kisses his way up my thighs, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin. I squirm against Phillip, overcome by a sensation that’s too much and not enough at the same time. He holds me tighter to him, and I feel his hard length press against my ass.
My back arches and I fight to keep quiet as Jamie plants a few featherlight kisses over my panties.
Phillip’s hands shift from my waist to the hem of my shirt. He tugs on it gently, wordlessly asking for permission.
“Please,” I whisper.
He slips the shirt over my head, and my bra follows quickly after.
For a brief moment, I feel self-conscious, but the sound of Wesley moaning just out of sight scatters those insecurities to the wind.
Jamie slides my panties to the side and traces his tongue from my entrance up to brush against my sensitive bud.
My head drops back.
My breath comes in bursts and my core pulses with need.
How am I so close already?
“Can’t you see what you’re doing to us?” Phillip whispers in my ear. “Jamie’s on his knees tasting your pretty pussy like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. Do you like the way his tongue flicks against your sensitive little clit? The way he’s gripping your hips like he can’t bear the thought of letting you go? Does that turn you on, Avery?”
“Yes.”
“Tug on his hair, then.”
“What?”
“Don’t you want to reward him for making you feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then do it, Princess,” he urges.
I slip my hand into his hair and give a gentle tug.
The feel of his soft moan against my clit makes my legs tremble.
I pull harder, and he thrusts two fingers into my core, making me cry out in pleasure.
At the first hint of noise, Phillip claps his hand over my mouth to muffle me. Somehow, this pushes me closer to the edge.
Jamie adds another finger just as Phillip starts to pinch and tease my nipples.
I can feel every skilled movement the two of them make to bring me closer and closer to finishing, but it’s not quite enough. Something is missing.
Wesley.
I can’t believe I’d gotten so caught up in the pleasure of being touched by two men that I’d forgotten all about him.
Then I remember what Phillip had said.
“Let me tell you a little something about my friend Wesley. Wesley likes to watch.”
A tingle runs down my spine.
I try to look over at him, but I’m pressed too tightly to Phillip’s chest.
“I’m so close.”
Even though my voice is muffled, both Phillip and Jamie manage to understand me.
“What do you need?” Jamie asks.
Phillip moves his hand so I can respond
“For both of you to stop being so gentle.” I take a shaky breath. “And Wesley.”
“I was worried you’d forgotten about me, Princess.” Wesley’s voice is dark with desire. “Still, I’ve been enjoying the show you’ve been putting on for me.”
I crane my neck to try and see him, but his voice stops me.
“You stay right where you are. I’ll move so you can see me better. It’s the least I can do, really.”
He moves to lean against the wall next to the television—not centered but closer to the left of my field of vision.
Wesley’s jeans are unbuttoned. His hand lazily strokes his cock as he stares at me.
I lick my lips.
“All in good time, Princess. I just want to watch you have fun right now.” He shifts his eyes to Jamie, then Phillip. “Make our woman come.”
Phillip claps his hand back over my mouth as Jamie dives his tongue into my core. I scream into his hand and tug hard on Jamie’s hair.
His hand slips up to rub circles around my clit, drawing me back to the edge while Phillip returns his attention to my breasts, but Wesley is the one I can’t take my eye off.
Watching him getting off on just the sight of my pleasure is intoxicating.
I feel my walls start to clench.
My heart starts to race and all my nerve endings are on fire.
I’m so close, but something is missing.
Is it me? Can I just not come with men present?
As if he can read my mind, Phillip leans his head down to whisper in my ear again.
“I told you Wesley likes to watch, but he’s usually much bossier than this. I wonder what he could be distracted by.”
He pinches my nipple hard, and I moan into his hand. Jamie starts fucking me harder with his tongue.
“See how turned on he is at the sight of you being pleased by his friends. This is what it would be like if you keep seeing us—your perfect body the center of our attention. All of us doing our best to please you. And when you come for us, we’re going to take you to your bedroom and fill every glorious inch of you with our cocks—Jamie in your tight, wet pussy, me fucking your mouth, and Wesley buried to the hilt in your virgin ass. Is that something you want, Princess?”
I nod.
“Then be a good girl and come for us.”
He bites into my shoulder, marking me as his own.
That little bit of pain is the last thing I need.
I come hard on Jamie’s tongue, leaning hard against Phillip, and never breaking eye contact with Wesley.
My head drops back on Phillip’s shoulder.
“Good girl,” Wesley praises.
Jamie gets to his feet, pulling me with him. He takes my mouth with the same passion he had when his head was buried between my thighs.
We’re both breathing hard when we break apart.
Wesley comes behind me and presses spine-tingling kisses to the side of my neck.
“What do you want now, Princess? Say the word and we’ll make it happen for you.”
“I need you in my bed, fucking me like Phillip said you would.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
We make our way silently down the hallway—the last thing anyone wants to do is wake Leo up.
Once we’re in the bedroom with the door locked behind us, everything seems to get more real.
I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a precipice with no parachute, but instead of it scaring me, all I want to do is jump off.
“Touch me, please.”
Those three little words are enough to break the spell of silence in the room.
Wesley steps behind me, cupping my breasts in his hands. Just one touch from him and my pussy is drenched.
I need them inside me.
“We’re going to ease you into this gently, alright? Having multiple partners inside you at once can be overwhelming by itself, but anal for the first time too?” He takes a breath. “I trust you to communicate your limits, but I want you to know that anytime you want, you can use your safe word and everything will stop. No one is going to blame you or be upset if you change your mind. I don’t want you to feel like you have to follow through if you don’t like it or if you feel uncomfortable, okay?”
The care and consideration in his voice and the echoing looks on Phillip and Jamie’s faces fill my heart to the brim.
“I didn’t get to go to college and experiment. I love my son, don’t get me wrong, but these last few years have been challenging. I want to let go a little, to try new things. I can’t think of anything more thrilling than getting to do them with the three sexiest teachers at the Academy.”
“Do you have a teacher kink, Princess?” Wesley teases.
I shrug playfully. “Maybe.”
“Jamie, I think the first time will be easiest with her on top of you,” he says.
I watch shamelessly as Jamie undresses. Where Phillip has a lean runner’s body, Jamie is built more like a linebacker. Hiding under his shirt are broad shoulders and defined muscle.
My eyes drop lower.
Fuck, he’s big. Like I’m not sure I can take all of that big.
I’m damn sure going to try, though.
“Like what you see?” he asks dryly.
“Yes.”
“Come let me touch you, then.”
Wesley gives me a gentle shove toward him. “Hands and knees, Princess. I want that toned ass in the air.”
After I get settled over him, Jamie’s fingers explore every inch of my skin, sending tingles of electricity throughout my body. When he brushes his fingers across my entrance, he lets out a low moan as he coats his fingers in my wetness.
This time, he’s slow, almost lazy in his touch. Just as I start to relax, I feel Wesley’s tongue ghost over my back hole.
My breath catches in my throat. It feels like something forbidden, something almost wrong but so incredibly good.
“More. Please, Wesley, I need more.”
Phillip appears at my side, murmuring encouragement as Wesley tongue fucks my ass. Jamie quickly matches the pace with his fingers, and the orgasm rips through me so fast, I see stars.
It’s still not enough.
As Wesley pulls away, I push Jamie’s hands to the side and line myself up with him.
“Wait,” Wesley orders. “Condom.”
“Bedside drawer on the left,” I gasp.
Phillip goes over and tosses one over to me. I force my hands to slow down as I roll the condom down his hard length. I’m on the pill, but you can never be too careful.
“I’m up to date on testing. Negative on everything,” I say. “Wesley knows that, but I wanted you two to know as well.”
“So am I,” Jamie answers.
“Me too.” Phillip nods.
Jamie’s hands find my waist as I ease myself onto him. My body shifts and stretches to accommodate him, and then I’m feeling nothing but bliss.
Wesley lets me ride my way to another hard and fast orgasm before lightly tapping my back.
“You ready for me, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck, you’re incredible. Lube?”
“Same drawer.”
I flinch as Phillip tosses it to him over my head.
“I’m about to fuck your ass but a flying bottle of lube gives you pause?” Wesley chuckles.
“A hard bottle of plastic is guaranteed to only hurt. You, on the other hand, will no doubt feel good once I get used to it.”
“You never cease to amaze me.”
The smile in his voice gives me butterflies.
Jaime shifts us slightly to give Wesley better access to me, and the new angle has him pressed against my G-spot. I just know when he starts moving again, I’m going to see stars.
Wesley eases a lube-coated finger inside my back hole. There’s some uncomfortable pressure, but it goes away fairly quickly when I relax into it.
The feel of him finger-fucking my ass, coupled with Jamie’s gentle motions, sends another intense orgasm ripping through my body.
“This is going to be a little more intense,” Wesley warns me.
He eases into me slowly, and the sensation is similar to his fingers, just on a larger scale.
It takes a little longer, but soon, Wesley and Jamie have built up a rhythm that has another orgasm building deep inside me.
I start rolling my hips trying to chase that feeling, and then Phillip is at my side.
“Are you ready for me?”
I turn my head to face him. His eyes are glazed over with lust, and what little patience is there is hanging on by a thread.
I need this.
Desperately.
“Fuck my mouth. Fill me. Need you all to come for me. Use me. Please, I want you to,” I beg.
He brushes his finger across my bottom lip. “Open.”
Wesley and Jamie slow their pace as Phillip unzips his pants and takes himself out. I moan at the taste of his cock as he slides himself into my mouth.
The sensation of them filling me to the brim has me feeling desirable and whole in a way I never have.
We go slow as they allow me to accommodate to taking the three of them at once, but soon, we’re all chasing our respective orgasms.
I feel my walls clamping down around Jamie’s cock as I come, pulling him and Wesley after me.
“I’m so close,” Phillip moans.
He tries to pull away, but I grab his hips and hold him to me. He lets out a curse as I swallow every drop of his seed.
We collapse onto my bed in a satisfied heap.
The last thing I think before drifting off to sleep is how easy it would be to get used to this and how much it will hurt when they get bored of me.