Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenna Stewart

  Beau stopped a few yards from the garage and killed the engine. “Interesting theory. But it’s been done, hasn’t it?” Steve straightened up and started toward them, his face a study in sexual determination.

  “Not with the author herself part of the triangle. I was sacrificing myself to make the book unique.”

  “I appreciate it,” Beau said with a touch of dryness.

  “I didn’t mean with you. I meant with…Charles.”

  “Has there been a book where the author explained the opposite? That two men can share a woman and the triangle lives happily?”

  She frowned. “Not that I know of.”

  Steve opened the door, leaned in, and kissed Leah. “Then this will be a truly new book,” Beau said, smiling. “Get out your pen and paper.”

  Chapter Ten

  Since college, Leah had wondered what it would be like to make love with Steve Hardin, and now she was going to find out. The men allowed no time for thought or second guessing. Steve lifted her from the passenger seat of the Datsun without breaking the kiss he’d started practically before Beau had the engine turned off. Beau unlocked and opened the front door, holding it for Steve, who carried her down the hallway to a room at the end.

  When he set her on her feet, she had no chance to examine where she was. Beau stood behind her. He reached from the back to cup her breasts while also doing the most delicious things to her neck with his tongue. Steve unzipped her skirt and pulled it to the floor, grabbing the waistband of her panties and taking them, too. She lifted each foot, and he removed her sandals and clothing. She was bare to him from the waist down, and he took full advantage. He dropped to his knees.

  Spreading her legs, he kissed his way up her right leg to her pussy. His hair was soft on her skin, but his lips were insistent and his mouth hot and hungry. She raised her left leg and draped it over his shoulder. He dug his tongue into her pussy, sucking and licking. His breath teased her clit. His hands weren’t still, either, roving up and down her legs, stroking her hips, and holding her steady for his tongue to plunder.

  Beau circled her ear with the tip of his tongue. He caressed her ass. If not for his strength, she would have collapsed. Instead, she used him to lean on, throwing her head onto his shoulder and giving herself over to the two of them.

  Beau rimmed her ass with his finger, gently at first and then more steadily. She closed her eyes, wanting to feel and not see. He pressed harder from her back and a dark passion bloomed within her. She flexed her hips over Steve’s head and hungry mouth and back onto Beau’s finger.

  Steve relentlessly mined her cream. Her hips moved mindlessly, back and forth. When he touched her clit, she went crazy. Coming hard, she thrashed her head, moaning. Steve tenderly put her foot to the floor and kept her legs spread. Beau reached between her legs, stroking her pussy, letting her cream coat his hand. She came and came, convulsing with the pressure of a finger on her clit, shaking when one of them used his finger to stroke that spot just inside her pussy that always set her off. It was never-ending stimulation. She catapulted out of this world and into one of pure sensation.

  “Enough?” Steve asked.

  “I think so. I don’t want to hurt her.” Beau rubbed her ass, his finger sliding in and out of her easily now. The sensation was different and erotically forbidden. No one had ever taken her from behind.

  Her skin cooled in the air when Steve moved away. When he returned, they were skin to skin. Beau let loose of her, and she nearly fell into Steve’s arms.

  “Let’s get the rest of these clothes off,” he said.

  “Off,” she said. Not great dialogue for a PhD, but after the emotional roller coaster she’d been on since the restaurant, not too bad. In seconds, her blouse and bra were gone.

  She opened her eyes to get her first look at Steve’s body. Well, her second look, to be technical, but the first time really hadn’t counted. He was as fit as Beau. His nipples were a little flatter, and he stood maybe an inch taller, but they were both spectacular examples of manhood.

  “I want to fuck you, Leah. I want to have my cock deep inside you and feel you come around me. Do you want me, too?”

  She held out her arms. “Yes.”

  “And I’m going to take you, too,” Beau said. “If that’s all right.”

  “From behind?”

  “Have you ever had it that way?” He stroked her ass and eased his finger inside. He must have put something on it, because he entered her easily.

  “Push the envelope,” she said. “I want you both.”

  That was the last thing she was able to say. Steve took control of her mouth. She tasted her cream and let the flavor carry her away. The men lifted her, and she naturally wrapped her legs around Steve’s waist.

  His cock found her pussy like a rocket homes in on a target, and he glided inside. At the same time, Beau probed her with his cock. His grunted softly with each painstaking thrust into her ass, but he didn’t hurt her. Steve pumped in and out, pushing her back onto Beau, quickly taking her to that point where nothing mattered and earth blended into sky.

  She tried to help, but she was trapped between them, unable to do much but hang on for the ride.

  The room was hot as hell. The smell of sex hit her like a bat, right along with the smell of the two men—strong, clean, male. She ran her hand along the thin sheen of sweat that covered Steve’s shoulder. Then she couldn’t catch her breath and she found herself panting with the need for release.

  “Yeah,” Beau moaned. “Oh, God, yeah.” He eased out and back in, using tiny strokes at first.

  Being fucked from behind took this encounter to another level, beyond research, beyond curiosity, far beyond a casual moment. The sensual thrill overwhelmed her over and above the delicious fulfillment it provided. They controlled her in every way. She loved it.

  Setting a hard rhythm, they thrust together to fill her from both sides. Steve adjusted her so that he could take one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled it, teasing and caressing, and then he sucked hard. Leah raised her arms to give him better access and reached over her head to run her fingers through Beau’s hair. He sought out her index finger and fucked it with his mouth using the same beat as he did with his cock.

  She came in minutes. And came, and came. Her body was so in tune with the men that it responded in overdrive to whatever they did. In a haze of passion, she wanted them over and over, in any position, any way she could get them. And her body seemed to agree, because it gripped them in endless contractions, in her pussy and her ass.

  All motion stopped as Steve and Beau together pushed deeply into her. Their own pulsing contractions pushed her over the edge again. She thought she’d die. She didn’t care.

  * * * *

  Steve stumbled to the bed, holding Leah against him. He was fucking milked dry—literally and figuratively. When had he last been with a woman so passionate? And sharing her with Beau. The military-approved whorehouses in Saigon had some pretty talented women who would do about anything you asked them, but even there he’d never considered having a woman with another man. He didn’t know about Beau. But with Leah, it had seemed perfectly natural to take her at once.

  He laid her on the bed just as Beau pulled back the covers. Leah turned on her side and fell asleep. Beau stood opposite him, and their gazes met.

  “Have you ever—”

  “Never,” he replied. “Never even gave it any thought.”

  “Me, either.”

  “Her ass was tight,” Beau said.

  “Her pussy was hot and wet.”

  “This was the most incredible sexual experience I’ve ever had.” Beau smiled. “She seemed to like it, too.”

  “Yeah, she did.” Steve didn’t know where to go from here. Had he wanted her so badly because she’d pissed him off at the restaurant, or because he was jealous of Beau’s time with her, or because he wanted to prove a point, that she couldn’t hold him off with her prejudice from so many years ago? He didn’
t know. But he knew he wanted her again. Right now if he could.

  Beau slipped into the hallway. “Where are you going?” Steve asked.

  Beau pointed to his dick, still covered with a rubber. “To get rid of this. Then I think you two have some old issues to settle. I’ll be around.” He closed the bedroom door.

  Old issues. Beau was right about that. Steve gently pulled off his condom and dumped it in the trash can near his dresser. Then he climbed into bed beside Leah Morris for the first time in ten years. At least this time you’ll remember it.

  She turned and curled up against him as though she belonged tucked to his side. He liked the feel of her, her soft skin against his muscle, the whisper of her breath tickling his side. He could see himself like this for a good many nights and mornings, something he’d never imagined with the same woman before.

  He lay there holding her and thought back on all the reasons he’d liked her so much back in school. She was sensible, not a fluff-head. Little things hadn’t bothered her. She’d rolled with the punches and come up smiling. He’d liked her because she wasn’t overly feminine. She was analytical, like a guy, and he could talk about most anything. She always had an answer and a slightly different take on how to solve a problem.

  He had thought her plain-looking back then, although he had been enjoying their friendship too much to take a good, hard look at her. She sure as hell didn’t look the way she did now. He remembered her as slight, her hair a little darker, and with glasses. If he’d had any idea the duckling would grow into this swan, he’d never have taken his eyes off her. Shallow bastard. But it was true.

  It might have been an hour that he lay there, his left arm under his head and his right circled around Leah, thinking about the past and what tonight’s actions might lead to. His reserve duty loomed like a gray cloud now that he thought of spending even a weekend away from the glorious creature that lay cradled in his arm. He had to go, though. The reserve formed part of their future. His future, with Leah and Beau. He knew their threesome was something Beau wanted, too. Hell, he already had feelings for Leah. And he wouldn’t shy away from a life together. When best friends had been through all he and Beau had experienced, desires, needs, and wishes became clear to both.

  Leah stirred. To his amazement, she stretched her hand down to his dick and took it in hand.

  “Good God!” he whispered and felt her smile against his side. He went from half flaccid to rock hard in seconds.

  “Steve, you feel ready to play.”

  “How do you know it’s Steve? You haven’t opened your eyes yet.”

  “I know Beau’s cock, remember? We didn’t spend our time playing Scrabble last Friday.” She stroked him down to the base of his shaft and squeezed.

  “Jesus, woman!”

  Like a snake, she twisted around and slithered under the sheet until her head was at his groin. He couldn’t believe he was about to be blown by Leah Morris. Then her mouth—molten hot and wet—took him in all the way. Her lips caressed while her tongue stroked and teased. If he died right now, he’d go out a happy man. But dying was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her ass. He couldn’t wait to come in her pussy again, and he wanted to do it without a damn rubber between them. He could think of a host of ways to make love with Leah—years of ways. And he wanted to try all of them a thousand times—a million times—before he had to give up his life to an eternity of not making love to her. The notion sobered him.

  Using his right hand, he tangled her hair with his fingers and held her steady while he lifted his hips. Her mouth opened wider to accommodate his girth as he glided to the back of her throat. She hummed, and he felt the sound quiver along his nerve endings throughout his body. He pulled back until she was at his head. She licked it, teasing the slit where pre-cum had started.

  He pulled back the sheet. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, we’d better stop now.”

  She turned her head to look at him. Her deep blue eyes were hooded, glazed with lust, and her mouth covered the crown of his cock. She was flushed and breathing deeply. He was breathing pretty damn hard himself. Without a word, she circled the head of his dick with her tongue and sank down his shaft again.

  Steve reached his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. She was wet as a river, making it easy to probe with two fingers. Immediately, she moved over his hand. Spreading the rest of his fingers out, he reached her clit with one and teased her ass with his thumb. She sucked in a breath, and he nearly lost it.

  With abandon, she rode his hand while bobbing up and down on his dick. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the primal feelings overwhelming him. He gasped for air and fought the urge to come until she had.

  He won. Barely. She came hard, pushing down on his hand, gripping his fingers with her pussy and coating his hand in sweet-smelling cream.

  Steve returned the favor by shooting off when, in the throes of her own orgasm, she sucked powerfully and kept him deep in her mouth.

  When she finally lifted her head, he removed his fingers from her pussy. She collapsed beside him.

  Steve sat up and pulled her into his lap. “You’re incredible.”

  She smiled. “Making up for lost time.”

  “Well, there’s no need to take it too fast. We have a lot of time ahead of us.” And when he said it, he knew it to be true. He’d let her go before, but he wouldn’t let her go again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Leah’s stroked Steve’s chest, one leg nestled between his. Her life had turned around suddenly. Years of hurt and pain had vanished, and she’d found a place within herself of contentment. She’d read an article a while back that said sex could calm a person. Even bring down blood pressure. She believed it. There was no need for drugs to enhance one’s view of the world if one had two sexy guys who were willing to fulfill all one’s desires—even the deep, dark, hidden ones. They would need to discuss fantasies. Besides being fabulous for her sex drive, fantasies would make a great chapter for the book. The new book that she had yet to organize in her mind.

  “Are you hungry?” Steve asked, sounding half-asleep.

  The sounds of Willie Nelson’s new song, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain,” came from the other part of the house, the part that didn’t smell of the sex she and Steve had shared a few minutes ago. Then she heard the sounds of pans and water and obvious kitchen noises.

  Her stomach rumbled. “I guess I am. You didn’t feed me at the restaurant.”

  “Hmm. I was hungry for something they didn’t serve at Rowlands.” He placed his hand over hers. His thumb rubbed the top of her hand. “I wanted you for an appetizer, entrée, and dessert.”

  “I think you’ve had the entrée and appetizer. What do you plan for dessert?”

  “I’m going to make you come without touching your pussy.”

  A thrill ran down her back. “Oh? You don’t like my pussy?”

  “Hell, no. I love your pussy. My dick has never been in a sweeter pussy than yours, Leah.”

  Dirty talk had always gotten her blood stirred, and her breath caught. He picked up her hand and took her pinky finger into his mouth. His tongue explored it, teased it, licked it. Then he sucked the next finger in, running his tongue around the ring she always wore there. When he focused on the next two fingers, he took them in together, sucking them in deeply and then pulling them out. Sucking in, pulling out. He stared into her eyes while he did it, his dark brown eyes half closed, his gaze intense.

  “You like it when I talk dirty?” Steve said after releasing her fingers from his mouth. And such a nice mouth. Firm lips that curved up when he smiled. It was that smile that had captured her heart and mind years ago. She had had few friends, and then one day after English class, he had smiled while holding open the door. She’d mumbled a thank you, and he said that he liked her comment about Matthew Arnold and “Dover Beach.” And she was hooked.

  Until the night of the frat party. She pushed tha
t from her mind and concentrated instead on what Steve was doing with his mouth instead of smiling. He nibbled her neck before trailing his lips to her breast where his hot, wet kisses made her arch her back off the bed.

  “Your tits are beautiful,” he said. “Would you like me to fuck your tits someday?”

  The image excited her. He’d be so close. She would be able to watch his cock tunnel through the soft flesh of her breasts, emerging so near to her mouth.

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll add it to the long list of things I want to do to your body,” he said. Then he looked up and raised one brow. “Wicked things, Leah.”

  “Dark, delicious things,” she answered. “I want them all.”

  His eyes flashed with desire and then darkened. His forehead sported droplets of sweat not there a moment ago. “Oh, baby, what you do to me.”

  He bent to her breast again, suckling her nipple while lightly biting it. She squirmed under the subtle pain mixed with pleasure. Running her fingers through his hair, she tried to hold him there, but he wouldn’t have it. He slowly but surely roved farther down her body, across her stomach and to her right thigh.

  Already the need built in her. She wanted him back at her breast, at her neck, at her mouth. She gasped on a breath when he parted her legs and scraped his teeth against the tender skin of her inside thigh. Breathing through her mouth, she grasped for equilibrium that was just out of reach. Raising her hips, she tried to entice him to stroke her pussy or her clit or anywhere in the vicinity, but he followed his own agenda, staying away from the very parts of her she wanted him to touch. Needed him to touch.

  “Please, Steve.”

  “Please what, Leah?” Amusement laced his voice.

  “Lick me. Just put your mouth on me and lick my pussy.”

  He ran his hand up her stomach and tweaked her nipple. Her sensitive skin responded. Her nipple stood stiff and firm, begging for more attention.