We’re groping and kissing the second we’re inside. Blake pins me against the wall, holding my arms overhead, while Lennox steps away and opens the satchel, retrieving a long skinny wooden thing.
“What’s that?” I ask as he trails it up my thigh, tickling me. I wiggle and laugh, loving that this is going to be my future.
“A pointer.” Lennox looks surprised that I asked.
“Oh… like a laser pointer, but old school?”
“Dammit, Firecracker.” Blake laughs.
Shrugging while my arms are overhead is less dramatic. “Where’d you find that?”
“We borrowed it from the local police station.” Lennox leans in for a kiss.
“Borrowed? Or did you steal it? I might have to report you.”
“Only your name was on the detention form.” Lennox uses the pointer to lift the hem of my sundress while Blake asks, “Was the accusation correct?”
I don’t understand what he means until Lennox drops to his knees and lifts the hem of my dress higher, until Blake takes the fabric in his teeth and locks eyes with me.
Lennox trails a finger up my thigh, over the top of my sex, then down the other thigh. I lean into the wall for support. How can an orgasm already be building?
“The accusations were indeed correct, Blake. No panties.”
Joining their fun, I need to get this moving faster before I come while we’re fully clothed. “Please don’t remove my sundress to see if there’s anything else I’m not wearing.”
My skirt falls out of Blake’s mouth and he frees my hands. In seconds my dress is being thrown to the side. I cross my arms.
They assess me sternly. Lennox rubs the pointer over my arm, letting the tip graze the tops of my breasts.
Electricity shoots through my core.
Lennox maintains his authoritarian tone. “Go ahead, Professor. Do the research to find out.”
Detention and discipline have never been so much fun, and I have plenty of experience.
Blake grips my shoulders, kisses my lips, then trails kisses down my neck and onto each breast. Can he feel my heartbeat?Lennox shifts to the side and sits on his heels, watching. The look in his eyes is so feral. No more holding back.
“Find a bra yet?”
“No, sir.” Blake licks a breast then dips his tongue into my cleavage. “Fuck, Ceci.”
“I checked my syllabus. That’s the next lesson,” I tease.
Lennox growls and leans in, working his mouth onto my hip, moving into my curls. “We’ll go slow, Cecilia.”
“Please don’t.”
Lennox rises, bringing his mouth to my ear. “It’s your first time. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ve already graded your cocks. I’ll be fine.”
They exchange glances then disrobe faster than seems possible. If I knew where the pointer ended up, I’d use it to grade their erections again, because with both of them standing side by side, I can’t remember who got the A+ or the A++.
Blake lifts me. My arms are around his neck, and his cock is trapped between us, pressing on my clit.
I gasp.
“You okay?” Lennox drops the act, concern lacing his words.
