Simply a happy coincidence.
Bel and Caspian went to her first doctor’s appointment while I stayed behind to finish my setup. Even Caspian has no idea what I have in store for them today, but I think they’re going to be thrilled. I know I am, but I think Caspian might lose his shit over this.
The chalkboard I ordered specifically for this occasion is sitting in the middle of the living room, everything else shoved to the sides, aside from the desk sitting directly in front of myself and the board. I’m practically buzzing with anticipation from what’s to come.
Between the stress of moving Belissenda here and the nightmares she’s been having, we all need this. The fun relief, the distraction, the bonding. Other than passing touches and a few heated kisses, Bel has not had the energy or presence of mind for anything more.
But today, that changed.
All morning before they left, she was practically grinding on my lap, nibbling my ear, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. The fucking tease even bent over in her little robe while I helped her get ready, before muttering about howsillyshe was for forgetting to put her panties on.
Her gorgeous slit was on display for only the briefest moment before she stood back up and pranced her way over to grab her clothes. If she hadn’t been in such a hurry, I would have pinned her down and spanked her right between her legs for causing such trouble.
Imagining the way she’d whimper and plead while I slap her pussy is interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking.
Finally.
I run to open the door, cutting them off before they can see the setup. I need to be sure Bel’s alright before springing this on her.
She greets me with that sly smile and an amused, “Hello, there. May we come in?”
I bury both hands in her hair, the newly darkened strands creating a stark contrast locked between my fingers. I plant a lingering, filthy kiss against her mouth before whispering, “I have a surprise for you. But if you’re not ready, we can do it another day.”
Her half-lidded eyes light up, peering at me through her long lashes, “A surprise?” Caspian’s heated glance between us tells me I’m running out of time to tease her in the hallway, so I ease my hands out of the dark brown tresses and pull her inside.
Looking around us at the scene I’ve created, she starts giggling uncontrollably, bright pink alighting her features as she figures out what I’ve come up with.
I fucking knew she’d like this.
She loved sucking my fingers the other day, maybe even more than I enjoyed the lewd act. I’m already hard thinking about the hungry look in her eyes as she took control of me with just a little lick.
“B J U?” Caspian asks, amusement dancing across his strong features, “What is that?”
“That isexactlywhat you think it is, my dear friend. Blow Job University!” I grin, walking our girl toward her desk. I crouch in front of her once she’s seated, “Okay, babe. Here’s the deal. This is supposed to befunabove all else. If at any point it stops being enjoyable, let me know, and it all stops, ’kay?”
“Fritz, is this really the right-” Caspian begins, so I throw a piece of chalk at him to shut him up. “Hey! That hurt.” I roll my eyes at his dramatics. He could have stopped it at any time if he really wanted to.
Our girl beams at me, mirroring my level of excitement, before she asks, “Is Caspian getting this lesson, too? Or just me?”
“Oh, Caspian’s your practice dummy,” I grin, and she giggles. “Frosted Cupcake or Strawberry?”
“For what?” Confusion fills her face, so I pull both options from theAetherand place them on her desk, “Oh.”
“Oh,” I wink at her, “Pick one.”
She points her uninjured finger at the cupcake one, which is the one I would have chosen, too. It’s like a dessert and an orgasm rolled into one, just like her. I snap my fingers at Caspian, directing him to stand front and center.
“Strip,” I tell him.
“If you remember correctly, I am not the one who takes directions, Fritzy. I give them,” he attempts to take the reins, but that’s not fucking happening.
“Not today, you don’t,” I tell him and repeat myself, “Now fucking strip. Down to your underwear please. You too, Bel.”
“What about you?” she asks, standing and struggling to undress.
I close the distance to assist her, causing her pupils to blow wide, “I’m the professor, so I’ll remain clothed. For now, anyway.” Slowly relieving her of her shirt, the black floral lacy bra beneath it fully captures my attention.
I cup her perfect tits in my hands, them nearly spilling out of my palms, and I groan, burying my face to lick between them and all the way up her throat. She moans, holding my shoulder to stay upright. Keeping my eyes on hers, I unzip the jeans I helped her into earlier.
