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Then Zali had uttered those famous last words.You gonna let Flynn fuck you?Memories of fingering myself in my office had roared to the forefront of my mind, and my dick and hole did the decision-making for me. Not that my brain wasn’t 100 percent on board too—it was just slower to catch up.
I’d agreed before I could even think up a decent objection. But saying no hadn’t even crossed my mind.
I was Flynn’s the moment he’d looked at me with those lust-filled eyes while sitting in the front row of my class. I would have let him do almost anything. Then he touched me, and I was lost. He was that good. Getting his dick inside me was like a fast track to heaven. Those piercings rubbed me in all the right ways, hitting my P-spot and sending me into orbit.
Prostate orgasms were few and far between for me—not surprising, given no one got access to my arse. But Flynn was a natural. It didn’t matter that he was inexperienced. He knew exactly how to get me there. In what world did forty-three-year-old men have multiple orgasms? Apparently, all it took was a twenty-something-year-old virgin to make it happen.
I shifted on the couch, my dick hardening as I closed my eyes and relived what had gone down. The attraction between us was electric. Zali liked to say how much she hated me, but she loved my dick. And I loved Flynn’s. Look at that—we could be a happy little daisy chain.
I didn’t want this hook-up to end, but that in itself posed a significant problem. My brain was finally coming back online, and it was telling me I was in way deeper than I should be.
Already.
How was it even possible? Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. The last time I’d been so captivated was when I’d met Ezra. He still owned a piece of me even a decade later.
Thinking about my pretty-boy detective had my dick hardening even more. Watching them together was like a homing beacon to my cock. It almost split my pants open when he’d kissed Zali’s cheek. He also watched Flynn with a sense of longing and sadness. He wanted both of them, and I’d seen that same wistfulness in Flynn’s gaze. Zali was a harder nut to crack. She was so fiery and obstinate on the surface, but when you got close enough, she melted like butter.
There was something between them, something simmering just below the surface that would be beautiful to watch if it ever boiled over. But that was the thing. Ezra would never act on it—he was a Boy Scout. Sleeping with an employee or a man over a decade younger than him, never mind both, would be out of the question.
“There you are,” Zali murmured against my ear, making me jump. I’d had my eyes closed, my feet up on the coffee table, and my laptop still on my thighs. My dick was saluting the world and betraying the thoughts running through my mind.
I sensed Flynn in front of me without even opening my eyes, and a smile tilted my lips up. He lifted my laptop and straddled my thighs, earning him a hum of appreciation. I drew them in, wrapping one arm each around Zali and Flynn and pulling them close. Flynn kept coming, his lips meeting mine in a slow kiss. Filled with passion and a need to get nearer, I dominated the kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and getting high off his heady flavour.
Zali kissed a line up the side of my throat, and I tilted my head, giving her more room to nibble. Between my girl and her wicked mouth, Flynn’s kiss, and his pierced monster rubbing against mine in a sexy-as-fuck frot, I was lost. Floating in bliss as my body started to wind up. I couldn’t get enough. The sensations ricocheting through me were driven higher by the heady sounds we were making.
Moaning, I wrapped my hand around Flynn’s hardening dick and my own and jacked us both.
Flynn broke our filthy kiss to lean back, and I took in the decadent sight before me. Compact muscle, a face that deserved to be on magazine covers, and a fat cock that had a bead of pre-cum leaking from its head, the man was a vision. He was a sight for sore eyes.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Zali whispered. “You want him as much as I do.”
“I do,” I admitted, swallowing past the lump in my throat. I’d been living in denial. Anyone else, and I would have politely asked them to leave my office, but the combination of Flynn and Zali had me breaking not only my own rules, but those of the university too.
Turning my face, I captured her lips in a drugging kiss. Flynn stroked my chest, his thumbs brushing over my pecs as he flicked my nipples. Like a lightning bolt straight to my dick, sensation shot through me, and I gasped.
Zali pulled back, and I nuzzled her nose with mine. On a whisper, I added, “You too, Zali. You’re just as beautiful.”
Her eyes were bright, but there was a softness in them. She bit back a smile, her teeth sinking into that plump, perfect lip of hers. “You should use this,” Zali murmured, before drizzling lube on our cocks. The cold was a shock to the heat Flynn and I were burning up with.
I spread the cool liquid over us, the slip between our shafts delicious. The vision of our dicks sliding against each other’s was porn-worthy. I was leaking like a dripping tap.
She wiggled her eyebrows playfully—I loved this side of her—and with a grin, added, “Get him as hard as you are, professor. I want you both to take me.”
Ah, hell.I squeezed my cock tight, slowing my lightning-speed rocket to the edge. I shivered at her words, at the potential and the visual she painted. I shouldn’t love how she still insisted on calling me professor.
It reminded me of just how dangerous and illicit this affair was.
And yet… I wanted it.
I needed that reminder.
I wanted Zali to keep telling me over and over what a dirty old man I was for wanting my students as much as I craved her and Flynn.
I loved pushing Zali’s buttons. I loved getting her riled up until the only thing to do was shut her up with my dick. I loved flashing that look at Flynn and watching as desire overtook his body, his eyes glazing over and his lips parting on a gasp. I loved watching his dick harden and seeing him transform from a sweet angel into an adventurous man who loved sex.
Zali had accused me of being a chauvinistic pig, but I wasn’t. Despite what she thought, I didn’t underestimate her. From the moment I’d first seen her, I knew she was special. Not because of her looks, not because her body was made for sex, but because of her confidence. The way she met my gaze head on, analyzing me, was hot as hell. There I was, struggling to tamp down my base desires while she was challenging me to a mental dual.
Then when Flynn had introduced her, and I put a name to her face, I understood just how brilliant she was. Ezra wouldn’t have sent her to me unless she was the best he had, not when he’d known how high the stakes were. If there was someone else—anyone else—who could have found data on her mother, he would have had them enrol. He would have protected Zali. But he hadn’t. He’d sent her. She was the prodigy he was so proud of, the one who he spoke of with a mix of intimidated awe and longing in his voice despite trying so hard to hide both.
