Page 58 of Private Tutoring
Our lips fused, tongues dueling for dominance. I arched my hips off the bed and met his next thrust, then shattered into a million pieces. My ears rang with the force of my pleasure, and I still didn’t want it to end.
Roberto rode out my orgasm with me, his thrusts stroking my tightening walls and heightening the orgasm to a new level. He waited until I reached the other side, the slow decrease of earth-shattering pleasure, and then he came. His body tensed, his breath hot on my neck as he broke off the kiss and buried his forehead in my shoulder. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re going to ruin me. Every time I come with you…” he trailed off and kissed my neck. “I’ve never come so hard I see stars, but I do when I’m with you.”
No one had ever said anything like that to me before. “Same.” I cupped a hand to his cheek, holding him in place until we both stopped shaking. I’d released Stephen at some point, but he remained by my side.
Matthew stood near the edge of the bed, his attention riveted on me.
I released Roberto, and he rolled away, leaving me exposed. I didn’t cover myself. I had no reason to, no shame or need to hide. Instead, I beckoned Matthew closer. “You promised to put that to good use.”
Grinning, he climbed onto the bed, settled beside Stephen, and patted his lap. “You want it? Come and get it.”
I didn’t hesitate to climb up his legs and straddle his lap. A moment of hesitation passed as I decided whether to give him a blow job as a tease before I rode him. But I was too anxious to feel his length bottomed out in my pussy. I rose onto my knees, wiggling my ass for Roberto’s benefit, and seated myself on his thick shaft. “God, you feel so good.” My head fell back, my hands settling on his shoulders as I rolled my hips. I said it every time, and it was true every time. They made me feel everything, things I didn’t know were possible.
“I love this sweet pussy.” Matthew gripped my hips and pistoned his cock into me, bouncing my entire body so it slammed down, letting me experience every millimeter. “Rideme, Harmony. Show me how much you enjoy my cock. Then, we’ll let Stephen fuck your ass.”
The thought of having both of them inside me heightened my awareness of my entire body. My nipples hardened even more, and a gasp tore out of my throat when Stephen moved behind me and spread my ass cheeks, lifting me almost completely off Matthew.
That was all it took for me to come again, harder and faster than before.
Stephen used my own wetness to coat his cock and my ass, then used the momentum of my orgasm to slide into place.
My spine arched as they stretched me, my mouth falling open as I panted. “Holy fuck. Oh God. That feels so good.”
The three of us found a rhythm, our bodies in tune with one another. We came within minutes, all three of us surging toward a climax so intense my vision blacked out. I fell forward onto Matthew’s chest when it was over, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room.
My eyes drifted closed as Stephen withdrew. Matthew covered us both with a blanket and cradled me close, kissing my forehead.
I startled awake with a gasp that shot me straight up in bed in the dark room. Nausea rose in a tidal wave, and I scrambled from the bed with one hand over my mouth. I reached the bathroom just in time to empty my stomach in gasping heaves that left me cold and shaking.
Afterward, I washed my face and rinsed my mouth before creeping into the bedroom to gather my clothes. I couldn’t deny the signs after missing my period last week. Another bout of nausea drove me back to the bathroom. What felt like a century later, I managed to dress, write my men a note, and make my way downstairs.
The first rays of daylight edged over the parking lot when I stepped outside. I’d used the rideshare app to schedule a pickup several blocks away. Some of the kids at my college drove on weekends to make money. I couldn’t risk one of them picking me up here, and there was a convenience store two blocks away that would be open by the time I walked there. It was as good a place as any to buy a pregnancy test. No one knew me there or would think anything of my purchase. Especially since I planned on using the self-checkout. I checked my phone to make sure my ride share was on time and entered the store.
Except for a bored-looking older woman mopping the floors, the entire place was empty. I let out a sigh of relief, found what I needed, and checked out.
A blue sedan waited for me on the next block, and I slid into the back seat after confirming it was my ride. The driver gave no indication of wanting to talk, and that suited me just fine. I paid him well when we reached the sorority house, and I ducked inside, creeping up the steps with my breath held. No doors opened. No accusations were hurled.
An hour after waking up, I sat on the toilet with the pregnancy test in my shaking hand. I placed it on the counter and picked up my phone to set the timer.
A new message flashed on the screen. Apparently, it had shown up while I was in bed with my professors, but I hadn’t noticed it. It was the same as the others. Threats and anger.
I set the timer and waited, the phone clutched tight between my palms. What if it was positive?
My heart did a funny flip. Did I want to be a mother? Sure. But not yet.
The phone buzzed, and I snatched the test from the counter with enough force to crack my fist on the cold ceramic.
Two lines. I stopped breathing, double-checked the instructions, and looked again.
Positive.
I curled over my knees in a desperate attempt to find some kind of stability. This was it. I’d reached my breaking point. I needed to talk to someone, but who? Not the professors. They were still recovering from our near miss. I couldn’t throw this at them yet. Lurching to my feet, I sent a panicked text to Delilah, asking her to meet me in my room.
Seconds later, her signature knock sounded. She cracked the door open and peered inside. “Harmony?”
“Here.” I waved at her from the chair. “Come in and close the door.”
“What’s wrong?”
