“That’s what you’re amazed by?” Cam asked. “And not the fact that your professor is currentlyriding youon stage?”
Jace grabbed my ass with both hands. “I mean, yeah, that too.”
Brock came up behind me, one big palm sliding down my spine, steadying me. His breath brushed my ear as he pressed his cock between my cheeks. Just letting me feel him there. A promise. My core clenched, warmth blooming where I wanted them most.
“Yes,” I breathed, letting him know I could handle it.
Then Cam knelt beside us and I turned toward him, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock as I took him into my mouth. His taste hit me immediately, earthy and familiar, and his fingers threaded into my hair. I could feel him fighting to keep his hips still as his groan echoed in the cavernous lecture room.
Jace rolled his hips up into me, and the movement made me moan around Cam. I felt the rumble of it in my throat, felt Cam’s answering shudder.
Behind me, Brock shifted. “Easy,” he murmured, the word vibrating against my skin as he guided himself to my entrance. The first press made my breath stutter. It was hot, stretching, intense—even with the lube. Jace’s fingers dug into my cheeks and spread me wide, holding me open for Brock like this was something they’d coordinated without words.
When Brock pushed in, inch by inch, my whole body bowed. I was caught between pleasure and the dizzying fullness of being taken from both sides. Jace groaned, head tipping back, and the sound alone nearly undid me.
“I didn’t think you could get any tighter,” he gritted out.
Cam brushed his thumb across my cheekbone, voice low. “Look at me.” I did, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper, and the way he exhaled made me clench around Jace, and made Brock grip my hips harder.
The three of them moved with a rhythm that shouldn’t have been possible. Jace thrusting up into me, Brock driving into my ass from behind in counterpoint, Cam tightening his grip in my hair as my mouth worked him. Back and forth, up and down, we moved together like it was a coordinated dance.
No one rushed. No one pushed for the finish. It was deliberate, consuming, like they wanted to feel every twitch and tremor of my body. Like they’d been waiting two long weeks for this.
Heat coiled through me. My thighs shook, my breath catching around Cam, my back arching as Jace hit that spot deep inside me every time Brock slid home. My whole body felt strung tight, electric.
Jace bucked his hips under me, thrusting deeper and harder, his looming climax forcing his movements into a faster pace. Brock matched it without hesitation.
And deep down, the fact that we were doing thisin my classroomheightened the pleasure to an unbelievable degree. Danger, and taboo, and the forbidden nature of everything we had done this semester culminating in this final, sinful act.
The sound of their low groans and ragged breaths mingled with the tremor of my own, vibrating through me in a delicious, unrelenting wave. Every inch of skin pressed to theirs was a spark, a pull, a shock of want that left me shaking. I could feel their focus on me, how they were all entirely mine in that moment, and it made my stomach twist with desperate heat. I was suspended between them, pulled in three directions at once,and the raw, constant ache of need that their bodies drew out of me was so intense I thought I might shatter.
And I didn’t want to stop—not for anything—not even for a second.
I couldn’t even tell where one sensation ended and the next began; I just rode it, lost in the chaos of how alive they made me feel.
Jace’s grip tightened first. “Lila… Fuck, I’m—”
His words broke off into a groan as he pulsed inside me, the warmth spreading deep. The ecstasy on his face looked almost painful with its intensity, and the sight of that alone was enough to make me come undone in my own earthquake of an orgasm.
I screamed in bliss, grateful to have Cam’s cock to muffle the sound.
Brock followed, thrusts turning rougher, more ragged. He drove into my tight backdoor like there was no tomorrow, like this was therealfinal exam and he intended to earn a perfect grade. He pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades as he came with a low growl, his body shuddering against mine, cock pulsing with release inside my forbidden entrance.
Cam, who had been watching all of this with hungry eyes, only lasted a heartbeat longer. Just long enough to pull free of my mouth before he spilled across my tongue and lips, his breath catching on my name.“Professor Carrington!”
I grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it back into my lips, sucking down every drop he had to give, desperate to have him fill me with his seed like the other two had done.
Our sounds—groans, gasps, my own desperate noises tangled between them—filled the room, thick and intimate. The heat of them, the weight of them, the way they held me through it… that’s what finally tipped me over again.
My second orgasm ripped through me like fire and electricity tangled together, and I had no control over the way my body reacted. Jace’s heat beneath me, Brock pressing into me from behind, Cam’s mouth and hands sending sparks through every nerve. Every inch of me burned with the intensity of it. I clutched at my three men blindly, hands digging into shoulders, arms, and anything solid, as my muscles clenched and shuddered, each wave of pleasure stacking on the one before until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.
I gasped and cried out, letting the sound tear from my chest, not caring if anyone heard me. My body felt impossibly alive, stretching and trembling, caught in a delicious storm of desire and satisfaction. My back arched, hips rolling, and there was nothing but the relentless rhythm of them filling me up with desire andneed. Every shiver of their skin against mine made my head spin, every groan from their lips fanned the heat higher.
Their names spilled from me. Raw, unguarded. I was held and wanted. And my whole body felt it.
Pleasure clawed through me again and again, waves crashing, my breath ragged and sharp, tears prickling at the edges of my eyes. I had never felt so full, so claimed, so utterly undone, and yet so wanted. My body shook violently with the last few pulses, and as the waves eased, the thrum of desire still humming through me kept me tethered to all three of them. I collapsed in a gasping, trembling mess, totally lost in the fire they ignited in me in the classroom that had been my home for so much of this semester.
The world outside the dais ceased. The overhead lights caught the sheen of sweat, the way our bodies moved in rhythm without needing command.
