"That's it, baby," Matthew encourages, his fingers joining Trenton's tongue. "Let go for us."
The orgasm tears through me in waves, each one cresting before the last has finished, my body arching off the table as I scream their names. They don't stop as Matthew continues to work me with his mouth while Trenton stands, watching with dark, hungry eyes.
"Again," Trenton commands, and before I can recover, he's between my legs, replacing Matthew's mouth with his own.
I'm still trembling from the first orgasm when the second begins building, Trenton's skilled tongue drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. Matthew moves up my body, kissing a path from my navel to my breasts, his teeth grazing my sensitive nipples.
"I can't," I gasp as the pressure builds again. "It's too much."
"You can," Matthew assures me, his voice gentle despite the intensity in his eyes. "You always could."
Trenton adds his fingers, curving them to hit that perfect spot inside me. The dual sensation is too much, too perfect, and I'm coming apart again, shattering into pieces beneath their relentless attention.
When I finally come down, my body limp and trembling, they're both watching me with naked desire.
"Bedroom," I manage, my voice hoarse from screaming.
They don't make me wait. Matthew lifts me from the table while Trenton gathers our discarded clothes. I'm carried down the hall between them, my body still humming with pleasure.
The bed is cold, but we quickly warm it, our bodies finding each other in the darkness. This time is slower. Trenton's mouth explores every inch of me while Matthew watches, his hand moving lazily between his own legs.
"You're so beautiful like this," Matthew murmurs as Trenton's tongue traces the sensitive skin behind my knee. "Completely at our mercy."
I laugh softly. "Is that what this is?"
Trenton looks up, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Always has been. Always will be."
Later, we lie tangled together, with me between them, safe and warm, trying to anchor myself in the feeling. But an ugly thread of anxiety, one I've lived with for weeks, begins to pull at the edges of my peace. Monday morning. Evan Harris and his too long stares.
The way his hand lingered on my shoulder.
"I don't want to go back," I whisper into the darkness.
Matthew stirs beside me. "To work?"
I nod against Trenton's chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. "I know it sounds ridiculous. I love the kids. I love teaching them. But Evan?—"
"Who's Evan?" Trenton's voice goes flat.
"One of the parents. His daughter's in my class." I sit up slightly, pulling the sheet around me. "He makes me uncomfortable. Always has. But lately it's been… more."
Matthew shifts to face me, his eyes alert despite the late hour. "What kind of uncomfortable?"
"The way he looks at me. The way he finds reasons to stay after pickup." I twist the edge of the sheet between my fingers. "Last week he brought me flowers. Said it was to thank me for being such a good teacher to Charlie."
Trenton is sitting up now too, the sheet pooling around his waist. "Flowers."
"I threw them away in the staff bathroom," I admit. "Ms. Davis saw me, and the look she gave me… she knows. She tries to stick around when he's there, but he's so careful. He never does anything you can actually call him out on."
"Until he does," Matthew says, his voice hard in a way I rarely hear.
I reach for both their hands. "It's not just Evan. I've been feeling… watched. For weeks now. Small things, like my desk moved slightly, things in my purse disturbed. I thought I was being paranoid because you were both still deployed."
"Call in sick Monday morning," Trenton says immediately. "We'll figure this out."
"I can't. We have a field trip planned to the fire station. The kids have been talking about it for weeks." The conflict tears at me, my need for safety versus my responsibility to those bright little faces that look up at me every day. "They're counting on me."
Matthew's jaw tightens. "We're coming with you."
