Hot for Teacher: A Jane Porter Story

by Dominique Adair

“I need…”

  What did she need? She was being penetrated, and the friction he’d created was incredible but a little more oomph would hit the spot.

  Pardon the pun.

  Her nails raked down his back to his ass as she zeroed in on his anus. Pressing her finger against the tight ring, Jane gasped when his hips slammed against hers.

  “Yeah, baby,” she panted. “Fuck me hard.”

  She plundered his ass, and her fingers stretched and stroked him hard. The rougher she was, the harder he thrust as any attempt to maintain a rhythm was lost. Her cry was high and sharp, as her orgasm washed over her. It was slow and protracted. Each wave seemed to take twice as long to peak leaving her shaking. By the time Archer joined her, she’d lost count of the number of times she’d come. Her body had morphed into one big erogenous zone and anywhere he touched hummed like a tuning fork.

  As they dressed Jane was forced to dig into her cache of clothing she kept in the bathroom. Archer had destroyed her favorite Cavalli skirt and she had no desire to drive home with her bare ass on a leather car seat. When she walked out of the bathroom, he caught her with a kiss.

  “Jane, that was amazing.”

  “The master of understatement.” She smiled.

  He tweaked her nipple with his thumb. “When will you put yourself on the auction block? Before the end of the year?”

  “I don’t know—”

  Annoyed, she slammed her lips closed and stepped away. “I never said I would.”

  “You will.” The confidence in his smile made her want to smack it right off his face. Opening the door, he paused. “It’s only a matter of time before you realize your true calling, and I’m the only man who can bring it to you.”

  “You—” she started.

  “Ah,” he made a tsking noise. “I see you need to work on restraint. Until next time, Beauty.”

  Annoyed beyond words, she stomped into the bathroom, tearing off the clothing she’d just put on moments ago. She’d been putty in his hands, damn it. Turning on the shower, she stepped inside the glass cubicle. Damn him. She wished she’d never seen him before.

  Liar.

  What happened between them was one of the strangest and most memorable sexual encounters of her life. She’d always had a taste for the dark side. A little pain could bring on a great deal of pleasure. In Archer’s hands, what would be the cost of pleasure? Or, more importantly, would she be willing to pay it?

  That would be a—

  The telephone ringing cut off her silent answer. Turning off the water, she stuck her head out of the stall to grab the phone. Only her private line rang directly into her office so she knew it had to be someone close to her.

  “Jane, where are you?” Antonio’s smooth voice poured into her ear.

  Both the tension and anger that Archer stirred up melted away at the sound of his voice and she knew exactly where she wanted to be. In his arms.

  “Sorry, I lost track of time.”

  “No problem. We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Well, if I wasn’t I certainly am now.” She grabbed a towel and draped it over her head. Drying her hair with one hand wasn’t exactly an efficient way of doing things.

  He chuckled. “Come home to us, Jane. We’re missing you.”

  “I’m leaving now,” she promised.

  “I love you.”

  Her throat tightened. “I love you too.”

  Hanging up the phone, she rushed through getting dressed. Before the phone rang she wasn’t exactly sure if she was willing to go the distance for what Archer could teach her. There was only one thing she knew for sure.

  She’d travel to the ends of the earth for the two men who waited for her at home and for now, that was enough.

  About the Author

  To learn more about Dominique Adair, please visit www.dominiqueadair.com. Send an email to Dominique at domini@dominiqueadair.com or join her newsletter list by sending a blank email to wilder-ink@readmoreromance.com.

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  Educating Jane Porter

  © 2009 Dominique Adair

  A Jane Porter Story

  Last night Jane met the Master of her dreams…

  Tall, dark and very Spanish, Antonio Villareal is a lover unlike any Jane has ever known—undeniably sexy and more than willing to help her explore her submissive side. To find a master who’s a natural dominant is one thing. But kind and considerate, as well? She can hardly believe her good fortune.

  Antonio is well aware that Jane is determined to keep their sexual relationship temporary. But he has a different plan in mind.

  In the morning he introduces her to his best friend…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Educating Jane Porter:

  “I’m very pleased to meet you, Jane.”

  His voice was smooth, cultured like a fine brandy or the perfect cigar. When he assumed the chair next to her, his scent, a mixture of lime and healthy male, tickled her senses.

  This man was hot, really hot. She’d never considered going to bed with another man so quickly after bedding Antonio, but—

  When she became aware both men were giving her a curious look, she cleared her throat.

  “Uh…it’s lovely to meet you too.”

  Santos flashed her a smile that was both amused and pleased.

  You’re acting like a complete hick.

  “So what brings you…uh…here, this weekend?” Inwardly she groaned. Of course he was here for Antonio’s birthday. They were friends.

  Santos’s brown eyes twinkled. He took her hand and raised it to his lips.

  “My friend told me the women were exquisite.”

  His lips touched her skin, igniting a quick flash of heat. When his tongue touched her knuckle she shivered.

  Wow.

  She didn’t miss the glance the men shared. Her sex clenched.

  “Isn’t she as beautiful as I described?” Antonio slid into the chair directly opposite Santos. Between the two of them they’d effectively pinned her in the corner of the terrace.

  “That she is.”

  “Blonde, elegant, confident.” Antonio’s hand slid under the table to settle on her left knee. “What more could a man ask for?”

  “I don’t know if I’m all that.” Under the stare of both men, her cheeks heated.

  “You are, and much more.” Antonio’s smile was intimate. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and a warm ribbon of heat unfurled in her stomach.

  “You’re making her blush.” Santos sounded amused.

  “I enjoy making beautiful women blush.”

  Her lover’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh pushing her skirt along with it. She sent a silent thank you to Kitten for requesting full-length tablecloths. Whatever he was up to, no one would be able to see under the table.

  Antonio gently pressed his hand against the inside of her leg indicating his desire. Reaching for her glass, she opened her legs several inches.

  “It appears you do it well,” Santos spoke.

  Another hand touched her right knee, and she started. Her gaze flew to Santos’s face, but he wasn’t looking at her. A waiter approached with them with three bowls on a tray.

  “As you ordered, Señor Santos.”

  “Thank you, Ramon. The sun is warm, and this will be much appreciated.”

  Ramon placed the first bowl in front of Jane.

  “I hope you like lime,” Santos said. “I took the liberty of ordering for you.”

  “Why yes, thank you.”

  In unison, their hands slid further up the insides of her thighs, gently tugging them apart. Jane snatched her spoon as the waiter completed his service. He left with a slight bow.

  Antonio’s hand squeezed her upp
er thigh. Santos’s hand moved upward and without thinking, she spread her legs. His pinky nudged her mound, and a rush of liquid filled her pussy.

  “The flavor is exquisite.” Antonio spooned a small amount of his peach gelato and offered it to Jane. “You’ll find this to be a singular experience.”

  Though she wasn’t entirely sure he was speaking to her, she obediently opened her mouth. The creamy substance landed on her tongue bringing with it the cool taste of peaches and cream.

  Santos’s fingers nudged her pussy.

  “It is most pleasant.”

  Her gaze flew to his face. He was watching her with an odd little smile. His finger parted the slick lips of her pussy to delve inside. Electricity shot through her body when he touched her clit.

  There is a stranger with his hand on your crotch!

  Panic overtook her and from deep in her throat, Jane squealed. When she slammed her legs shut, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was to keep him out or to hold him hostage.

  “There is a shy quality to this dish.” Antonio was speaking. “But if you savor the flavor, absorbing every nuance of its sweetness, it’s well worth the effort.”

  Hell, they weren’t talking about the gelato…

  “Yes, I see your point,” Santos murmured. Scooping up a small bite of raspberry gelato, he offered it to her.

  “You will enjoy it, I promise you,” he said.

  Her stomach dropped. This was the moment. Santos wanted an invite into her bed. Her gaze darted to Antonio.

  “I assure you, it is a flavor you must try.” His smile deepened. “The experience will change your world.”

  Their hands on her thighs exerted enough pressure to alert her to their intentions. Need burned low, hot in her pussy. Her nipples ached with the need to be touched, sucked.

  She wanted both of these men.

  Jane opened her mouth to accept the bite. Cool raspberry delighted her tongue even as she relaxed her thighs. Spreading them wide, she gave them entry to her darkest desires.

  “Pleasing, is it not?” Santos asked.

  She couldn’t even enjoy the bite because their hands were perched at the top of her inner thighs. At the first touch of her clit, Jane swallowed the bite.

  At the second stroke, her hips thrust forward.

  “It’s lovely.”

  Her voice was shrill to her own ears. Quickly spooning a bite of her gelato, she stuffed it into her mouth.

  “Soft, creamy. It’s perfection.” Santos stroked her clit.

  “Sweeter than candy. I think we should indulge as much as possible before the party tonight,” Antonio said. “It has been a while since I’ve indulged my love of sweet cream.”

  A finger prodded her vagina. Her breath caught, and she was penetrated. A second finger joined the first, stretching her. Delicate nerves leapt to life sending a gush of liquid need into her pussy. Her grip on the spoon tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

  Judging by the angle, it was Antonio who was finger-fucking her under the table. Her nipples hardened, creating tiny points against her thin sweater. Fighting the urge to caress them, she took another bite of the gelato. The creamy dessert was melting under the warm sun, much like she was under the table.

  From the right, a finger touched her clit. Her hips shot forward in a silent plea for more.

  A bite of peach gelato appeared in front of her, and she licked it from the spoon. Antonio’s greedy fingers in her pussy began to thrust while Santos stroked her clit. Antonio leaned toward her, and his lips brushed her cheek.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy, Beauty.”

  A whimper slipped from her lips. Her gaze was focused on her dessert bowl, now filled with green cream.

  “And then, after you come against my tongue, I’m going to put my cock into your hungry pussy and fuck you until you come again.”

  Explicit images crashed through her mind…her naked body, both men feasting on her flesh. Two cocks, thrusting, thrusting…

  A sharp pinch on one nipple was all it took.

  Antonio caught her chin and pulled her toward him. His mouth took possession of hers stifling her cry. Their tongues mated as her orgasm whipped through her body. The whole situation was so carnal, so explosive. Jane was rocked to her very core.

  The spasms eased, and so did the kiss. His mouth gentled, and his fingers in her pussy did the same. They removed their hands leaving her feeling empty, shattered. Antonio broke the kiss.

  “You pleased me very much, Beauty.”

  She ducked her head, and he slid his arm around her waist then pulled her against his side. With the taste of Antonio thick on her tongue, she peeked up at Santos.

  His gaze was direct, hot. Her eyes widened when he raised his left hand to his lips. His tongue slipped out to taste her cream, and his gaze turned fierce.

  “That was quite enjoyable.” Antonio was speaking to Santos. “Aren’t you glad you took my advice and indulged this morning?”

  “It was unforgettable.”

  Santos’s gaze burned into her flesh, and she looked away. Just thinking about what they’d done under the table was enough to cause her heart to flutter. She’d just allowed two men, virtual strangers, to finger her under a table.

  In public.

  A rush of yearning moved through her body. Exhibitionism was a secret fantasy of hers, one she’d felt destined to remain unfulfilled. Her pussy clenched. Now, she wasn’t quite so sure.

  “I don’t know about you, Antonio, but I’d like to taste more.” Santos tossed his napkin on the table. “Shall we move our tasting upstairs?”

  This summer is going to be twice as hot…

  Summer Solstice

  © 2010 Eden Bradley

  The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.

  Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.

  Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.

  Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Summer Solstice:

  “So,” he said when the waitress had walked away, “I have something to tell you.”

  “That sounds ominous.”

  “It doesn’t have to be.” He picked up his drink, took a swallow. “I have a friend…well, he’s more than a friend. Matteo is a musician. He plays a beautiful Spanish guitar. He travels a lot. And in between he often comes to stay with me. He sort of lives with me part time. I’ve never mentioned him because, well, I didn’t realize at first that we’d spend so much time together, you and I.”

  He was watching her, his dark eyes serious.

  “Jared, did you think I’d be bothered by it? That you have a sort-of room mate?”

  “No. But maybe that I haven’t told you sooner.”

  “As you said, there wasn’t any reason to.”

  “And because he’s not a room mate, really. He’s my lover.”

  “Oh.”

  Had she intruded on a relationship? But why would Jared have slept with her if that was the case? He hadn’t struck her as the sort of guy who would do anything dishonest. She felt oddly let down.

  “Does this mean… Are you and he…together?”

 
“Ah, it’s nothing like that. We’re together when we’re together. No strings. Is that your only concern?”

  “Well, that and whether or not I’ll see you while he’s here.”

  “Those are your only worries?”

  “What else should I be worried about?”

  “That I’m bi.”

  Her response was instinctual. Honest. “Are you kidding? The idea of seeing you with another man is pretty hot, actually.”

  He smiled at her then, his dimple creasing his cheek. “Oh, you are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

  “But you like that about me.”

  “I do.” He took her hand, turned it over and stroked her palm with his thumb, sending shivers up her arm, into her body. “I’m glad you won’t mind Matteo being here.”

  “When does he arrive?”

  “Sometime tonight. I only found out a few hours ago. It could be late. I’m not certain. You’ll like him. The girls always do. He’s Spanish and Irish. Passionate. Stubborn. Beautiful. An irresistible combination. And he’ll like you.” He raised her palm to his lips, laid a soft kiss there, let his tongue flick onto her skin, his gaze on hers. “As much as I do.”

  “I’ll look forward to meeting him.”

  She was going wet, loving the sensation of his lips, his hot tongue, on her hand. And at the thoughts his words, his actions, inspired. Two men… Could Jared be implying what she thought he was? That Matteo could end up in bed with them?

  The idea made her shiver. Having two men at once had been a long-time fantasy. Watching them together another one. Both at once was almost too much to think about.

  Her body was heating up and she could hardly wait to finish dinner, to get back to Jared’s place. To get him into bed. And maybe, to see one of her fondest fantasies brought to life.

  They ate quickly, and Leigh wondered if Jared was anxious to see Matteo, if he was thinking about the possibility of a ménage, if he was concerned about whether she and Matteo would get along.

  Stop worrying so much.

  Yes, she needed to just see what happened, not think about it or she was going to over-think it. Either she and Matteo would mesh well or not. He’d find her attractive or he wouldn’t. And vice versa. She still wasn’t entirely certain that Jared had been hinting what she thought he was. What she hoped.