“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.”
