CHAPTER 19
EDGE
Although I had intended for Jamie to learn a lesson from the two scenes we had witnessed, I hadn’t expected to learn one myself.
But I had.
A big one.
It was while watching Chaos and Nash with Miss Frazier that I realized I wasn’t looking for the type of relationship Ian and Isaac were.
I didn’t want a full-time submissive; I wanted a relationship that fit well with my current lifestyle.
An intimacy with someone I could talk to, listen to.
One who would support me and help me work through the problems of the day.
More accurately, two people who made me happier than I’d ever been in my life.
I wanted Cav and Jamie.
As Jamie leaned over the desk, I smiled to myself.
Sure, I also wanted this. The role-playing that came with this lifestyle. A chance to enjoy ourselves, explore our sexualities, and one another.
“Lift your skirt,” I commanded. “You’ll get the swats on your bare ass.”
Jamie’s hands came down, and she flipped up the skirt, revealing her sexy ass. A soft growl escaped me as lust stirred in my veins.
“Is there a reason you’re not wearing panties in class, Miss Lautner?”
She didn’t respond, but I could hear her breaths, heavy and rapid, signaling the lust building.
I smacked the desk with the crop. “Answer me!”
“No, Professor. There’s no reason.”
I allowed one hand to brush over her smooth skin. “So you did this to taunt me?”
“I … uh … no, Professor.”
I smacked her ass with the crop.
Jamie moaned.
“Then why did you do it?”
“I don’t know, Professor.” There was a plea in her tone.
“Do you fantasize about me, Miss Lautner?” I asked, slipping deeper into the role of teacher. “Do you sit at your desk and think about all the dirty things I could be doing to you?”
She didn’t answer.
I swatted her again.
“Yes, Professor. Yes,” she squealed. “I think about you. You and Professor Cavanaugh.”
Cav’s deep rumble had me looking at him. He had enjoyed her acknowledging him.
“And what do you think about?” I probed.
More silence.
I smacked her again, this time on the other lovely butt cheek.
She whimpered, squirmed. “I think about the two of you … fucking me.”
“Naughty girl,” I rasped, leaning down close to her ear as I cupped her ass with my hand.
Letting my fingers dip between her thighs, I grazed her clit.
“Professor,” she moaned softly. “Please…”
I removed my hand, swatted her ass again. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“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.
“Put me inside you,” I commanded, watching the way her chest rose and fell with every labored breath. “All the way inside you.”
Jamie moaned softly as she eased down. I allowed her complete control.
“Oh, precious girl,” I whispered, sliding my hands into her hair and tugging her mouth toward mine. I groaned as sweet ecstasy consumed me. “You feel so good.”
Jamie kissed me back, a heated melding of mouths. She began rocking against me, taking her pleasure. Wanting to watch Cav, I used the fist in her hair to pull her mouth from mine.
“Ride me,” I ordered.
Jamie began a slow, steady pace as I watched Cav lube his condom-sheathed cock. Our eyes met, held. A silent conversation ensued:
Me: She’s still a virgin.
Cav: She is.
Me: It’s time we claim her together.
Cav: Trust me, I know.
“I had the pleasure of taking your pussy for the first time,” I whispered to Jamie. “Cav’s going to have the pleasure of your ass.”
Her body tensed, but she nodded.
“Relax, sweetness.” I pulled her down so that her chest was against mine. “Kiss me. And don’t stop.”
Jamie tilted her head to the side, and I slid my lips against hers. I made her work for it, wanting her attention on me while Cav used his fingers to tease her asshole. She moaned and sighed, grinding against my cock still lodged deep inside her.
Soft hums turned to eager moans as she ground against me, desperate for more.
When Cav took position behind her, guiding his cock against her ass, I nipped her lower lip, then thrust my tongue against hers, kissing her hard as Cav pushed inside her. Soft whimpers sounded as he took his time.
“Relax, baby,” I ordered. “Feel us inside you.”
I felt the ridge of Cav’s cock as he eased deeper. He took his time, his body trembling from the exertion. I alternated between kissing her and watching him, needing to see as the three of us became one.
Cav growled low and deep in his throat. “So tight.”
His hands curled over her hips, and when they did, Cav started a rhythm that would take the three of us right over the edge into the most beautiful oblivion I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Jamie
That night, I ended up at Edge’s apartment, sleeping between them in Edge’s big bed.
Exhaustion had pulled me under quickly, my body and mind sated after the events of the night. When I woke, it was before the sun, a symphony of their raspy breaths drawing me awake. I thought for sure they were still asleep, but the gentle movement of the bed was the first giveaway.
When I forced my lids open, I didn’t move, not wanting them to stop on my account. I watched as Cav leaned over Edge, their mouths melded together as Cav’s hips pumped slow and easy.
Cav was buried deep inside Edge, their bodies one.
I wasn’t sure what I’d expected when I thought about two men making love, but this wasn’t it. It seemed so sensual, so passionate. There were no rough thrusts, no dominant growls. This was a pairing and a claiming at the same time.
“Christ, Edge,” Cav moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
Edge groaned, his hands roaming over Cav’s back.
My body heated, my pussy warm and soft. I wanted to join them, but I fought the urge, needing to see them together like this.
I’d felt the tension between them, knew there was a powerful chemistry that had likely been what kept them together for so long.
And though they’d said they’d always been friends, it was easy to tell there had been something deeper.
Perhaps they hadn’t acted on it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
“I’m gonna come,” Cav announced.
“Come for me,” Edge urged, still in control.
Cav groaned, a deep, rough sound that echoed in the otherwise silent room. I shifted, unable to help myself, and they both turned to look my way. I met their gazes, first Edge’s, then Cav’s. Silently, I willed him to come, to give himself over to the pleasure.
With a muted roar, Cav closed his eyes, his head falling back as his body went taut.
Seconds later, he dislodged from Edge’s body, falling to the other side. In a move that was completely out of character for me, I took his place over Edge.
“I need to feel you,” I whispered harshly, staring down into Edge’s glowing blue eyes. “Please.”