Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jenna Stewart Page B

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.
     
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    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