Chapter 9
Cecilia
What would Blake do if I climbed onto his lap? Both of us could get off for the price of one. “Do you care how I do it?”
Blake shrugs. “Any way you want as long as you’re taken care of before we are.”
The seating’s a little tight, but I turn, pull a leg up—and Lennox’s hand presses down on my shoulder, halting my plan. “What are you doing?”
“I want to use his cock—”
“Absolutely not.” The sternness of Lennox’s tone is disappointing and maybe a little intoxicating.
If he was bossing me around constructively, I would be drunk.
“No contact tonight.”
Blake takes his hand from his shaft. “She said we only have a week.”
“Exactly why we shouldn’t let her rush into anything she’ll regret.”
“Like going to a club because I’m full of pent-up sexual frustration?” I swirl my fingertip over the head of Blake’s cock.
Lennox reaches out to stop me, but I lean over the table, my back to him, and grin at Blake. My finger catches the bead of pre-cum rolling down his tip.
Gently gripping my wrist, he eases my hand off. I’m forming an objection. Why are there so many hall monitors in this teaching scenario?
Blake lifts my hand to my mouth. Okay, objection over. My lips part, my tongue drifts over my lower lip, and Blake’s eyes fill with primal hunger. He guides the tip of my sticky finger onto my lips.
Blake’s breaths grow heavy and his eyes fall shut for a split second before he locks his gaze onto my mouth.
I wrap my bright-red lips around my finger as I suck. The saltiness and musk drive a jolt of electricity straight to my sex. If Lennox doesn’t stop being a downer, Blake and I might have to make a private tutoring arrangement.
Although, I have to admit that the thought of fucking Henry’s dad makes my panties even wetter. It shouldn’t, but despite his dad being a grump, he’s hot.
Blake’s gaze moves to mine as I moan around my finger. His jaw clenches. And it’s only when I open my mouth that he eases my hand back. Just enough reprieve that he lowers his attention to my other hand that’s bunching my skirt, sliding onto my panties, and pressing on my clit.
A shudder races through me.
The strain of his expression fuels the moment. He likes it. And I like that he likes it. From my weird side-sitting position in the booth, I wiggle my hips and moan again. His grip tightens. The air between us is electrified.
“Ceci…” He’s practically breathless.
Is he about to come? Before me? So much for the lesson plan.
Blake exhales hard, stretches his neck side to side, and seems to regain control. His grip on my arm releases.
I miss the pressure instantly. “I liked that.”
I can tell that questions are racing through his mind, but I don’t elaborate on which part I liked.
“You almost got me.”
“A good boy would let me have my way.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You gotta stop calling me that.”
Grumbles from behind remind me that Lennox is watching.
“Look who’s joining the party.” Blake looks past me.
Reorienting in my seat, I straighten and watch as Lennox adjusts and shifts several times, groaning as he extracts a beast from his pants.
I gasp audibly. So does Blake. Interesting.
Reflexively, I glance back at Blake’s erection. I’m no expert, but with the porn—I mean, with the research I’ve done, they’re both above average. Blake’s A+ can only be topped by Lennox’s A++.
Blake laughs. “I can see why he didn’t want to go too fast.”
“Let’s get this over with.” Lennox is blunt.
We both look at him with confusion.
“I mean just the tonight part.”
It only seems fair that I get a touch and taste of Lennox too, but when I reach a hand toward him, he catches my wrist and directs it back between my legs.
The ache in my sex intensifies. And then I notice that Lennox doesn’t remove his hand.
My panties are drenched. I resist tapping my clit. It would push me over the edge, but I have one last thing I want to do before I come.
Taking a page out of Blake’s playbook, I try to lift my damp fingers to Lennox’s mouth.
Fail. He pins my hand in place.
No, that’s not what he’s doing. He’s sliding his fingers onto mine, forcing me to touch my clit. My fingers may be a buffer, but he’s giving me this orgasm.
No complaints about breaking the rules from me.
He moves my hand in little circles. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
His touch drives me through my release. My free hand clenches his muscular forearm.
Blake cups my breast. Another rule broken if anyone’s writing up detentions.
I cry out, trying to say something sexy. Thinking abandons me. All I can do is surrender.
Euphoria pulls at me, begging me to linger in the blissful space, but this was only the first part of the lesson. And since they touched me, I get to touch them.
Trusting that more orgasms await, I bring myself back into my body. They’re so close it’s as if our bodies have merged into one.
“That was beautiful, Firecracker,” Blake whispers in my ear.
“And now it’s my turn.” It’s hard to tell if the words actually make it out of my mouth because no one moves, including me.
I hate to make any changes to this perfect moment, but I can’t give Lennox a chance to back out. Willing my eyes to open, I find both of them stroking their cocks. It’s truly disappointing that they’re on opposite sides and I can’t see them at the same time.
I reach for them, eager to return the pleasure.
“Nope.” Lennox somehow manages to collect both of my hands in his.
“But you helped me.”
“I had to, or I would have come before you.”
When I quit struggling against his grip, he sets my hands on the table. There’s a pause. Anticipation wells up inside of me. For all of his stern, hesitant bravado, I think we’re going to be good study partners.
“Can you promise to keep your hands here?”
My gaze drifts from my hands perched on the table to Lennox and his A++ on my left then to Blake’s A+ on my right. I worry my lower lip. It’s probably safe to say that my hands aren’t going to stay in place. I give Lennox a weak smile.
He shakes his head. “Hold her hands in place, Blake.”
“I’m not so sure we need to.” He complies halfheartedly.
Lennox awkwardly works his belt out of his pants, wraps it around my wrists, and says, “Tonight, you watch.”
Pouting isn’t a great look, but if ever there was a time… No. I pull myself together. Sometimes compliance is the best assurance of progress. “I can’t see very good from here. Give me a little room.”
“What?” Blake asks, then scoots away from me as I squirm. Lennox follows.
Doing their best to support me since my hands are bound, they help me bring my knees onto the seat, then I lift myself onto the table. Raising my hands between them, I wiggle my pointer fingers. “Now, back together.”
Lennox doesn’t budge, but Blake gets it and moves as close as he can to Lennox, who shoots him a disgruntled look. My legs are trapped between them and that’s not going to work.
Will my next idea convince Lennox to be less weird about rules next time? Let’s see.
I suppose it’s good that I’m young and limber, otherwise I might not have been able to get my legs spread so that I’m now trapping them. They don’t seem to notice that I deliberately sat on the napkins. I don’t want to miss a thing.
The scent of my sex becomes readily apparent in my straddle. Lennox takes a long inhale as he strokes himself. Blake smiles.
Their eyes are glued to my fingers toying with the hem of my skirt as I consider hiking it. What’s the old adage? Less is more? Not a great general rule, but I can have fun with it in this situation.
I shrug innocently. “What are you waiting for?”
Lennox clears his throat.
Blake tries to lift my skirt.
I bat his hand away. “No touching, remember?”
“You broke that rule, Lennox,” Blake grumbles.
“We need—” Lennox’s response is cut off by furious stroking. His jaw falls slack. “Napkins.” Ropes of cum shoot from his strained tip.
I lean in, catching a shot in the mouth. Another orgasm tightens inside of me. I make a mental note that we have to do blowjobs next… if Lennox insists on not having sex yet.
Blake wastes no time stroking himself, angling his cock at my face. My tongue is coated with their combined release. My legs… my hair… it’s everywhere.
The new angle puts different pressure on my sex. I’m going to come again.
I pray that I don’t wake up from a dream.
It had seemed impossible for them to look any hotter, but watching them come, hearing them come, and tasting them undoes me.
Doubling over, I lose control. My super-sensitive sex sends another orgasm ripping through me.
I’m so damn close to being able to lick their cocks.
Their hands help stabilize me. Practically falling into them, I hang onto the fringes of my reality as they reposition and help me back onto the seat.
I love being theirs. I don’t want this night to end. Those weird tummy feelings weren’t just lust. I want them… forever.
Is that what I want? After how fast this escalated, would they even believe that I’m… What the fuck? Am I really serious about them? How can I fall so fast? And am I fooling myself to think that they did too?
Blake’s hand moves up and down my arm. “You okay?”
Shaking off my confusion, I stick with something light. “I can’t be anywhere near you on No Panties Day.”
Blake’s hand stills. “No panties day?”
“It’s Friday. I’m planning a parade, but as soaked as I am, I need to keep them on when you two are around.”
Lennox gets a decidedly concerned look. “Maybe you should cancel your parade.”