I’d never heard him cuss like that before and it only turned me on even more.
“Yeah,” I panted. “Yes, God.”
I began losing myself in what I was feeling, grounded by the anchor of his bodyweight over me, driving me over the edge with every movement of his hips. But release still felt out of reach. It was the sweetest kind of frustration, but I wasn’t close to coming until his hand reached between us and he began rubbing his thumb against my clit.
My fingers began to claw at his back, my body begging him in as many ways as it could to not stop. And he didn't, not until I came undone, wrapping my legs around him as I moaned out my release against his skin. And Oren, the silent, stoic professor who drank in details but rarely spoke, let go with a growl so deep it seemed to reverberate through me.
I wondered how loud he could be when we didn’t have to worry about being overheard. I needed to know what he sounded like completely unconstrained.
I licked a drop of sweat from his neck as my heart thundered against my ribcage. He collapsed on top of me, his deflating cock still half inside my ass. I stroked his head, feeling his own wild heartbeat eventually return back to normal.
“You follow instructions just like that,” he swallowed hard, finally starting to sound like himself again. “And you won’t have any problems during the lunch at all.” He followed it with a low, deep chuckle. “Well done.”
15
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June
The day of the lunch arrived before I knew it, and I spent the entire build-up preparing for it. I had my portfolio, all the pertinent pieces of information Oren had mentioned, and a brief but thorough description of my work ethic and future goals all lined up.
I had my outfit planned out. I did a final “dress rehearsal” with Mads playing the interviewer. I was prepared.
Or, so I thought I was until I walked into the restaurant.
I’d been expecting Oren and his contact to be waiting for me at the assigned table, but what I had certainlynotbeen expecting was to see Lucas and Ronan as well. I froze on my way to join them, suddenly unsure of what to do next.
Had I somehow fallen asleep and stepped into a nightmare? Because what other possible explanation could there be for this? I pictured a confrontation between the four of us, with the three men all demanding an explanation for the past few weeks. After all… they weren’t just colleagues, they were actually friends. And I’d slept with all three of them.
Guilt and nervousness mixed together in an ungodly combination that almost made me turn around to leave. But then Oren spotted me and called me over, a beautiful but reserved smile on his face.
I continued the long journey to the table, still uncertain. “What are the two of you doing here?”
“Oren asked us to put in a good word for you,” Ronan answered. “Three recommendations are better than one, after all. Besides, I’d think that having a professor sing your praise who has more than just a few years of an established academic record would be a major boon.”
Oren rolled his eyes.
So they’d agreed to come with the intention to help me? My brain was struggling to process that bit of information. I hadn’t slept with them for the purpose of getting a leg-up in my career. In fact, the whole networking thing started way before any of our relationships progressed to where they currently were.
But still, the thought of sharing a table with them again after everything that had happened still made me feel queasy. I was sick at the thought that my greed could end up costing me more than just my career.
“You look terrified,” Lucas said sympathetically, putting a hand on my shoulder and pulling back a chair for me to take a seat. “Nervous?”
“More than a little,” I confided, though it wasn’t about the actual meeting. Three pairs of eyes all watched me with equal levels of concern. My stomach twisted, and I hoped that they wouldn’t prod too much in case I ended up blurting out something that I shouldn’t.
“You’ve got absolutely nothing to be nervous about,” Ronan said soothingly. “We’ve all had first-hand experience of your work ethic in class.”
His wink created butterflies in my stomach but I pushed the rush away.
“I can’t think of another student who deserves this opportunity more than you,” Oren added. He was better at hiding his feelings than even Ronan was—looking at him now, it was impossible to tell that we’d done everything we did in his office the other day. He just looked at me like a professor who was proud of their student, his gentle praise lacking even a hint of innuendo.
But Lucas, his eyes were shining. They lingered on me long enough for heat to brush my cheeks and for me to worry that the other two might notice something was off. But all he offered was a light squeeze of my hand beneath the table.
Nothing sexual, just an offering of genuine comfort.
Despite the strangeness of the situation and the fact that I knew I’d have to come clean sooner rather than later, I couldn’t help but feel moved at this show of support from all three of them.
Sure, I’d fucked them. Multiple times.
