Page 19 of Private Tutoring
“Damn right.” Stephen stalked toward me, his strides long and powerful. He stood behind me, his hands skating over my shoulders and down to my hands. “Put your arms around Roberto.”
I did as he ordered, trusting them in a way I didn’t understand. They were my professors, but in this moment, the teaching was on a whole other level.
Matthew remained in my peripheral vision while Roberto lowered his head and kissed me again. The delicious softness turned me soft and pliant in his arms. Stephen moved closer and ran his arms around my belly and up to cup my breasts. Hekissed my shoulder blade and squeezed my breast, his big hands tender on my sensitive flesh.
Roberto ran his hands through my hair, then down my naval to the clasp on my jeans. The kiss intensified, and I kept my eyes open, needing to see everything as I experienced it. The bookshelves behind Roberto created a dark background to his halo of black curls.
I held onto his ribs, my hands tight in his white dress shirt. With a surge of boldness, I unbuttoned the top button at the same time he unclasped my jeans and slid the zipper down.
Cool air brushed my stomach, and I shivered when Stephen removed my bra and palmed both breasts. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, causing them to harden as I gasped. My spine arched with the dual sensations of Roberto’s mouth on mine and Stephen’s hands.
A third set of hands joined in. Matthew tugged my jeans down over my hips, then bent to remove my shoes. He lifted each foot, sliding the sneaker, sock, and pant leg down in a smooth motion that allowed Roberto to continue kissing me.
He stopped and a look passed between him and Stephen. Stephen lowered his hands to my bare hips, and Roberto ducked his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, fondling and teasing the other nipple before switching sides.
“What do you like, Harmony?” Stephen’s voice growled in my ear.
I moaned and twisted, seeking a release to the slow build of pressure between my legs.
“Answer him.” Matthew stood beside me.
All three of them were still dressed, except for the few buttons I’d managed to undo on Roberto’s shirt before he distracted me.
I searched for words, but they abandoned me. “I don’t know.” A groan stuck in my throat, and I arched my body toward Roberto.
Matthew shifted closer and touched my stomach. “Is this okay?”
I nodded, anticipation curling my body into tighter and tighter knots. “More.”
A slight chuckle rumbled through Stephen’s chest, vibrating my body. “She’s burning up, Matthew. Let her enjoy an orgasm before we truly begin.”
“What?” I lost the ability to speak when Matthew slid his hand down my stomach and over my core. My entire body burned when he parted my legs and touched my clit. It was a featherlight, barely there stroke, and I bucked into it.
“It’s okay. We promised to take care of you.” He pressed harder, his thumb circling my clit, pressing and releasing in time with Roberto’s mouth on my nipple.
Stephen held me upright when my knees threatened to give way. “I have you. Don’t worry about anything. Let Matthew help you.”
Matthew eased a finger inside and pulsed in long, slow strokes. I’d always admired his fingers, the strength and dexterity he showed when he directed us on stage. That same dexterity was put to work in my pussy, thrusting and teasing.
Roberto raised his head. “I want to taste her.”
Matthew added a second finger. His eyes closed, a vein standing out in his neck. “She’s not going to be able to take all of us at once.”
Warm heat slicked his fingers as his words registered. All of them? At once? It wasn’t possible, but damn if I didn’t want to try.
“We’ll figure something out.” Roberto licked the line of skin between my breasts. “I’m going to make you come, Harmony. We all are.”
Matthew removed his hand with a groan and raised his fingers to his mouth. “Take your time with her.”
“Not a problem.” Roberto nudged me backward. “Sit down.”
The chair knocked into the back of my knees, and I landed with anoofof surprise.
Matthew knelt on one side of me, Stephen on the other. They each took one of my legs and draped them over their arms, opening me wide as Roberto settled on his knees between my thighs. His roaming gaze would have made me uncomfortable, except it held so much desire that I lost my breath. Nothing like this happened to me.
His head lowered, and he swiped his tongue over my slit. The rasp of it echoed in my ears, and I nearly came up off the chair. Roberto reached beneath me and grabbed my ass, dragging me to the edge of the chair. His mouth moved over my clit, his tongue pressing hard before it circled the aching flesh. “Roberto.” I cried out his name and grabbed handfuls of his hair. I had no choice. I had to hold onto something, and it was the only thing within reach.
Matthew lowered his head to my breast, and Stephen did the same. They held me for Roberto’s mouth and lavished kisses on my nipples, with the occasional tender bite to spike my pulse. I bucked into Roberto’s mouth when he thrust his tongue inside, squeezing my ass and working me over in hard, fast strokes. His nose brushed my clit.
