Chapter 9 This was a dream. I was living my most delicious fantasy, and I never wanted it to end. Professor Rossi's, no, Roberto's lips were strong and firm but somehow gentle. He angled his head so we fit together, and the strong lines of his shoulders gave me purchase when I ground my hips over his. I'd had sex before. It wasn't the mind-altering kind of thrill that Delilah talked about, but it had been ... nice. There was nothing nice about how Roberto kissed me, or the way he gripped my ass and dragged my core up and down over his length. I felt the hard shaft through my jeans and a deep ache pulsed in my stomach. I'd never wanted anyone like this. Roberto softened the kiss, raised his head, and smiled warmly. "We have company." "What?" I barely breathed the word as my head whipped around. Professors Harding and Bellington stood at the door, their mouths hanging ajar. Professor Harding recovered first, slamming the door shut behind him. "What the hell, Roberto?" My face heated so fast and hot I might as well be a rocket on my way to space. "Not hell." Roberto kissed the corner of my mouth. "Heaven. She's fucking heaven, Stephen." Stephen's jaw ticked twice, the muscle popping so hard it changed his entire face. His nostrils flared with the force of his inhale. "Damn you." I thought he was talking to me until Roberto nuzzled the side of my neck. "Do you want me to stop, Harmony? You can say no. Nothing will happen. We will go on as though it never happened. What is the saying? No harm. No foul." No harm. No foul. There was harm. There was harm to my ego. I'd gotten caught kissing my professor. One word from any of these men and I'd be kicked out for good. "No penalties, sweetheart." Roberto stopped squeezing my ass and locked eyes with me. "What do you want?" I had no words for what I wanted. I felt it burning through me like a sunrise. Slow but steady and with enough strength to change everything I thought I knew about sex. I stroked Roberto's arms, languishing in the power of his embrace. But that was a false security. "They could join us," Roberto whispered into my ear, the shocking sizzle of his words rippling through me. Professor Bellington took a step forward, and for a moment I thought he'd stop Roberto. He looked at me, and I read the hunger there. Facing Stephen, I saw the same thing. They wanted me. "You have all the power, right Matthew, right Stephen?" Roberto moved out of reach. Matthew and Stephen nodded. My head cleared, and I experienced a flash of disappointment. They were toying with me, seeing how far I'd go. They couldn't mean it. Shock froze me in place. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you can have all three of us." Roberto looked to his friends. "If you want us. We will stop anytime you want. And if things become too overwhelming, all you have to do is say so." The thrill that had started when he kissed me turned into a roaring tide I had no hopes of quenching without him. Without them. "Have you done this before?" I asked Roberto. The crooked grin crinkled the edges of his eyes. "Not since our college days." The clear reminder they were twice my age should have dumped ice water onto the raging heat. It did the opposite. They offered me something delicious and forbidden. Something I thought didn't happen in the real world. "Yes." It came out tentative, and all three men waited. I slid from the desk and reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it onto the floor. "Yes." It came out firm this time. Roberto dipped his head toward Stephen. "Get the door." Stephen didn't argue as he reached back and flipped the lock. No chance of someone walking in. I had all three men to myself. Nervous anticipation fluttered in my belly. Roberto's eyes glittered when he moved to stand in front of me. "We're going to take care of you, sweetheart." "Damn right." Stephen stalked toward me, his strides long and powerful. He stood behind me, his hands skating over my shoulders and down to my hands. "Put your arms around Roberto." I did as he ordered, trusting them in a way I didn't understand. They were my professors, but in this moment, the teaching was on a whole other level. Matthew remained in my peripheral vision while Roberto lowered his head and kissed me again. The delicious softness turned me soft and pliant in his arms. Stephen moved closer and ran his arms around my belly and up to cup my breasts. He kissed my shoulder blade and squeezed my breast, his big hands tender on my sensitive flesh. Roberto ran his hands through my hair, then down my naval to the clasp on my jeans. The kiss intensified, and I kept my eyes open, needing to see everything as I experienced it. The bookshelves behind Roberto created a dark background to his halo of black curls. I held onto his ribs, my hands tight in his white dress shirt. With a surge of boldness, I unbuttoned the top button at the same time he unclasped my jeans and slid the zipper down. Cool air brushed my stomach, and I shivered when Stephen removed my bra and palmed both breasts. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, causing them to harden as I gasped. My spine arched with the dual sensations of Roberto's mouth on mine and Stephen's hands. A third set of hands joined in. Matthew tugged my jeans down over my hips, then bent to remove my shoes. He lifted each foot, sliding the sneaker, sock, and pant leg down in a smooth motion that allowed Roberto to continue kissing me. He stopped and a look passed between him and Stephen. Stephen lowered his hands to my bare hips, and Roberto ducked his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, fondling and teasing the other nipple before switching sides. "What do you like, Harmony?" Stephen's voice growled in my ear. I moaned and twisted, seeking a release to the slow build of pressure between my legs. "Answer him." Matthew stood beside me. All three of them were still dressed, except for the few buttons I'd managed to undo on Roberto's shirt before he distracted me. I searched for words, but they abandoned me. "I don't know." A groan stuck in my throat, and I arched my body toward Roberto. Matthew shifted closer and touched my stomach. "Is this okay?" I nodded, anticipation curling my body into tighter and tighter knots. "More." A slight chuckle rumbled through Stephen's chest, vibrating my body. "She's burning up, Matthew. Let her enjoy an orgasm before we truly begin." "What?" I lost the ability to speak when Matthew slid his hand down my stomach and over my core. My entire body burned when he parted my legs and touched my clit. It was a featherlight, barely there stroke, and I bucked into it. "It's okay. We promised to take care of you." He pressed harder, his thumb circling my clit, pressing and releasing in time with Roberto's mouth on my nipple. Stephen held me upright when my knees threatened to give way. "I have you. Don't worry about anything. Let Matthew help you." Matthew eased a finger inside and pulsed in long, slow strokes. I'd always admired his fingers, the strength and dexterity he showed when he directed us on stage. That same dexterity was put to work in my pussy, thrusting and teasing. Roberto raised his head. "I want to taste her." Matthew added a second finger. His eyes closed, a vein standing out in his neck. "She's not going to be able to take all of us at once." Warm heat slicked his fingers as his words registered. All of them? At once? It wasn't possible, but damn if I didn't want to try. "We'll figure something out." Roberto licked the line of skin between my breasts. "I'm going to make you come, Harmony. We all are." Matthew removed his hand with a groan and raised his fingers to his mouth. "Take your time with her." "Not a problem." Roberto nudged me backward. "Sit down." The chair knocked into the back of my knees, and I landed with an oof of surprise. Matthew knelt on one side of me, Stephen on the other. They each took one of my legs and draped them over their arms, opening me wide as Roberto settled on his knees between my thighs. His roaming gaze would have made me uncomfortable, except it held so much desire that I lost my breath. Nothing like this happened to me. His head lowered, and he swiped his tongue over my slit. The rasp of it echoed in my ears, and I nearly came up off the chair. Roberto reached beneath me and grabbed my ass, dragging me to the edge of the chair. His mouth moved over my clit, his tongue pressing hard before it circled the aching flesh. "Roberto." I cried out his name and grabbed handfuls of his hair. I had no choice. I had to hold onto something, and it was the only thing within reach. Matthew lowered his head to my breast, and Stephen did the same. They held me for Roberto's mouth and lavished kisses on my nipples, with the occasional tender bite to spike my pulse. I bucked into Roberto's mouth when he thrust his tongue inside, squeezing my ass and working me over in hard, fast strokes. His nose brushed my clit. "That's it." Matthew raised his head and watched Roberto. A tender smile pulled at his cheeks. "Come for us, Harmony. Sing that beautiful song." I couldn't resist the crooning in his voice, the urgent tempo of Roberto's tongue delving into my most intimate parts. He moved his mouth to my clit and slid two fingers into my pussy. I came apart in a series of shudders and groans. "Oh fuck. That feels good." The few times I'd ever had sex, it had been a quick, five-minute slick dick that barely scratched the itch. I'd never in my life thought I would experience anything like this, and it brought out a feral side of my body and my mouth that would have shocked me if I had any brain cells left to care. Roberto thrust harder, his tongue working faster. What I'd thought was my orgasm barely brushed the surface of the feeling quickening my pulse and sending shudders up my spine. My scalp prickled. My thighs quivered. I flung my head back and rode the waves of euphoria. "More. Please." I ground my hips onto his hands, desperate for a fulfillment my body knew was possible but I'd never experienced. Roberto added a third finger and buried them knuckle deep inside. He curled his fingers and sucked my clit so hard stars burst behind my eyes. Matthew covered my mouth with his when I started to scream with unrelenting pleasure. I rode Roberto's face and his hand through every crashing wave. My body continued to shudder and jerk as small earthquakes of pleasure rattled through me. I was done. Utterly depleted. And they hadn't even removed their clothes. Roberto raised his head, sliding his hand free. He kissed my inner thigh. "Breathe, sweetheart. We're not done yet." "Not done?" I asked when Matthew released my mouth. "I can't move." Stephen's grin was wicked. "I'm sure you'll find the motivation. That was just the first orgasm." I tried to straighten in the chair, but my muscles were no better than wet noodles. "There's more?" "Darling, there's so much more your head will feel like it's going to explode." Roberto stood and removed his shirt, revealing muscled shoulders and a ridged abdomen. My stomach fluttered at the sight. When he reached for his pants, I batted his hands away. "I want to." He dropped his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks between his palms. "You don't have to do anything." "I want to," I repeated. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice my inexperience. I forced my hands to stop shaking and slid the button loose, followed by the zipper. My mouth watered at the sight of his long, glorious cock. All hesitation fled when I pushed his pants and boxers down and took him into my mouth. 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