Chapter 11 They were such a perfect team. I had no fear of letting them take control of the situation and drive me from one orgasm to the next. Roberto thrust into me, his strokes long and deep. I moaned and tried to rock my hips, but he held me tight, one arm banded around my waist as he draped my leg over his arm and deepened the angle. I drove my head lower over Stephen's cock, relishing the thrill that tingled along my spine as another orgasm built. I wanted more of them, of this. I wanted it to last forever, but how would I survive the intensity of the pleasure spiking along every nerve and drawing gasps from my raw throat? Roberto groaned, arched his back, and buried his cock so deep inside me that his balls slapped my clit. "You are perfection, Harmony. Incredible, delicious perfection." He withdrew, then slid home again, the rocketing pleasure sending me surging forward. Stephen grasped the sides of my head, guiding me in long strokes that mimicked Roberto's movements. I swallowed around him, and he hissed a breath through clenched teeth. "Damn me, that feels like heaven." "Wait until you're inside her." Roberto's gruff tone held the barest edge of control. "She'll make you forget every good intention. All that matters is making her happy, hearing the pleasure of her come, and feeling her pussy squeeze your cock till you burst." I'd never heard this kind of talk before. My cheeks heated, but I had no room for shame or remorse. Not with Roberto's thick cock filling me with every powerful thrust. My climax came with a wrenching twist to my spine. My legs quivered, and Roberto's arm tightened. Stephen pulled me off his cock, raising my face to stare into my eyes. "Let me see your pleasure, Harmony." Any other time, with any other man, I'd close my eyes as I came. Not with them. Stephen held my gaze, his lips parted and his dick bobbing between us. I fisted my hands on his thighs and bowed my back. A muted scream tore from my throat as my entire body convulsed. "That's it. That is what I wanted to see." He brushed his thumbs over my cheeks, my lips, and down my jaw. Roberto lowered my leg, patted my ass, and withdrew his cock. "Your turn, Stephen." Eyes locked on mine, Stephen slid off the desk, pushing me upright in the same motion. He swept me into his arms without breaking eye contact. My legs locked around his waist at the same moment he guided his cock into my pussy. Gravity pulled me all the way to the base of his cock, but he didn't let me stay there. Wide hands grasped my ass and lifted me to the tip before dropping me hard enough to bounce my tits against his chest. The aftershocks of my most recent orgasm turned into savage quakes that tightened my core. "I'm not going to last long." I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. Stephen fucked me like a starved man, his muscles standing out in stark relief with every thrust. "Don't hold back." Another lift of my body into the air, and when he brought me down again, stars of light burst behind my eyelids. I yanked my eyes open and kissed him, tasting the ripples of pleasure that passed between us. "God, what a sight." Matthew groaned from his seat in the chair. Roberto's grunt held agreement and approval. I fully expected Stephen to follow me over the edge. Instead, he lifted me off his cock while walking toward the chair. "Time to show her what she's done to us." Matthew stood, still stroking his cock. I whimpered in the back of my throat, wanting them again despite having multiple orgasms. Stephen grinned and gave me his cock in a slow glide that sent me right back over the edge. This time when he lowered me to the chair, I was too exhausted and satiated to argue. They closed in around me, gorgeous bodies gleaming. I could barely breathe as the sight of all three naked men took up my entire vision. They stroked their cocks, all of them watching me. "This is what you do to us, Harmony." Matthew's head fell forward, and he bent at the waist, grasping the back of the chair. He widened his stance so his cock rested along my collarbone. I felt every stroke he gave it, the rasp of his knuckles edging along my jawline. I turned my head and lapped at the bulbous tip, attempting to draw him into my mouth. "No." Roberto used his free hand to pinch my chin and guide my mouth away. "No more work for you, my sweetheart. Now you watch." I'd never seen one man jerk off, much less three at the same time. All for me. I wanted them back inside me, coming in me one by one, but the sight of them as they came was the most erotic experience of my life. Thick, hot cum spurted onto my neck, my belly, and my chest, each man marking my skin with his pleasure. I arched into it, my empty body no longer feeling ignored but worshipped. I brought them to this. What could I possibly say after what we'd done? I had no words, no experience in this arena to understand what happened next. Matthew kissed me, then Roberto, and finally Stephen. Each kiss lingered with sweetness that made me tear up and blink rapidly. Roberto scooped me into his arms, carrying me through a door into a utilitarian bathroom with nothing more than a sink, a toilet, and a tiny closet with two towels. He took one and handed the other to Stephen before setting me on the toilet. My brows furrowed. "What are you doing?" "Taking care of you." Roberto ran warm water over the towel and used it to clean my body. I held out my hand. "I can do that." I should be the one doing it. "No." He patted my hand and lowered it to my side. "This is our job." "You've already done so much." I couldn't understand the emotion tightening my throat. It wasn't regret or shame. Embarrassment maybe? Was this how it was supposed to be? "I can clean myself up." "We want to." Stephen said it with that clear, crisp finality that made him intimidating to me. I dropped my gaze to his powerful thighs and let out a shuddering breath. "Thank you." He nodded. The reality of what I'd done-what we had done-flooded in. The air in my lungs froze solid. This was forbidden. Having sex with them, even once, could cost them their careers and me my scholarship. I'd been so wrapped up in the moment and the pleasure that I let it cloud my mind. The veil ripped free, allowing all the fear to pour in. My breathing hitched. Stephen stopped wiping down my stomach. His fingers flexed at the juncture of my thighs. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." I tried to breathe, but it was useless. I curled my hands into fists, using the pressure of my nails in my palms to ease the building tightness in my chest. "I'm not sorry this happened." I needed them to understand that. "Neither are we." Roberto reassured me with a grin and a kiss on the cheek. Matthew wrung out the towel he'd been using to wipe my arms and chest. "We should consider next steps." "What do you mean?" The question squeaked out of me. Stephen's eyes found mine. "This needs to be a one-time thing. There is too much at risk." My throat knotted even though he'd said exactly what I was thinking. "It would be a problem for all of us if anyone finds out." I had almost as much at stake as them. The loss of their careers was a huge risk. My stomach pitched into a tight ball as disappointment overwhelmed me. One night with them was never going to be enough. But it had to be. My career was my life, my ultimate dream. How could I even consider sacrificing that for sex? "Stephen's right." Matthew sounded disappointed, but when I looked at him, he offered a soft smile and ran his thumb over my lips. "You are amazing." "Not amazing enough to keep this going." I tried to keep my voice from quivering. The crush I'd harbored on Roberto spread to all of them. I'd felt the pull of attraction for each of them, but now that I'd had them inside me, it grew by leaps and bounds. One sexual encounter should have been enough to satisfy me. It wasn't. All it had done was unlock feelings I'd kept trapped for months. I drew in a shuddering breath and stood. "I should go." "Are you okay?" Roberto stopped me with a hand on my arm. It was soft and soothing, exactly like Roberto. The urge to fall into his arms almost overwhelmed me. I straightened my spine and stepped into his arms. The feel of our naked skin brought an immediate reminder of how he'd felt inside me, and I stepped back. "I'm fine. But if this is going to be a one-time thing, I need to leave." I had to go before I dropped to my knees and did everything in my power to try and convince them we could make this work. They followed me into Roberto's office, each of them picking up my clothes from the floor and helping me dress before they pulled on their clothes. "We can't walk out together." We all knew it, but I had to say it before I lost my nerve. I needed time and space to come to terms with my new reality. I'd had sex with my professors. It was the best night of my life, and I could not talk about it to anyone. It could never happen again. A single mother returns to the city she left seven years ago after breaking up with her ex to seek treatment for her son’s leukemia. Upon learning of her return, the ex immediately searches for the lo...