“Let me,” I manage to say, my voice husky and on the edge.
He ignores me while he continues exploring the tight skin of my cock with his tongue. Both him and Hannah take turns like a planned expert game of ping pong.
Keeping my focus on his hand, I study the way he strokes himself using his fingers to massage the underside of his tip. I need him as close to the edge as I am.
“Please.” His eyes peer up to mine and I’m pleading with him. “Please, let me touch you.” At this point with anything.
He shakes his head, denying me, and his silent words slash through me.
“Stand up,” he demands, as he stands up himself.
I obey, pressing into my heels and Hannah’s body follows mine as she comes to her feet, bent over, her mouth still taking all of me. My legs feel weak with the fire that licks through my veins but I manage to get fully upright as Ethan steps behind Hannah.
He pulls her hips back to meet his. Her body makes a perfect ninety degree angle as he lines his up against her entrance.
Well, I never have to go back to Paris again becausethisEiffel Tower just became my favorite.
Ethan pushes into her, his body pistons back and forth and I have a mind-blowing view of his cock shining with her arousal, and the desire on his wanton face, as he moves in and out of her soaked pussy.
“That’s it, baby, suck his cock,” Ethan says as I run my hand through her hair. She glances up at me, her ocean eyes dark and wide as she licks and sucks with expert precision. My eyes trail down her back, up Ethan’s tight abs and appraise his thickchest, sprinkled with the perfect amount of hair down the middle column.
Then my jaw slacks open as Hannah twists her tongue around my tip and I hunch forward. Ethan grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pressing our foreheads together causing both of us to rut into Hannah even deeper.
My cock pierces the back of her throat. She gags around me but keeps it lodged tight in her mouth.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” I groan out.
Ethan’s eyes sear into mine, our gazes locked in a silent understanding of what this is. A start of something. Trust, need, desire. Everything. All of it.
Those goddamn sounds he always makes bellow out of him. They fall from his lips in waves as he moans, curses, groans, and grunts, pounding into Hannah with a force like he’s finally giving in to everything he needs.
It’s all-consuming and powerful. Her. Him. The three of us. All mixed together just like it was that night in Paris and I fucking explode. Ethan follows right behind me, grunting as he squeezes Hannah’s hip with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, the pain-pleasure combo is fucking addicting.
A sense of satisfaction mixed with indescribable relief blankets me as I fall back in my chair and take in the two of them that are just as satiated as I am.
The last couple months have been so different for me. I’ve gotten used to the day-to-day routine, and while I don’t hate it, I haven’t quite fallen in love with it either.
I’m happy that I get to spend more time with my friends but the part of me that was looking for stability and change still feels lonely.
Honestly, I’ve felt a void since the moment I realized they left that hotel room and it’s only partially been filled since I saw them again in my classroom.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Hannah is hardly finished signing the words when I spit out an urgent, “Yes.” Hoping she’s referring to me wanting everything. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” I say, honestly.
The look they pass to each other is palpable. The concern behind her bright blue eyes and the fear behind his dark ones say everything I don’t want to hear.
I stand, pulling my pants back on and begin to button my shirt. They haven’t said anything about what they want, but they made a decision to be here and I don’t think it was just for payback.
I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation but I’ve never gotten the chance to and I’m tired of waiting.
“I know this is risky…for all of us. I’m committed to the University to teach for the rest of the year.” I don’t mention how tarnished my reputation would be if I was caught dating, not just one student, but two. Not that I really give a shit, but that won’t help sell them on this idea.
“Hannah, I know how important it is that you finish this course and get your MBA.” I give her an honest look then turn to Ethan and say it like it is. “I know you’re not ready. I was once where you are, but I had someone who helped me, accepted me, and I wish you’d let me, us,” I gesture between Hannah and me, “be those people for you.” He avoids my eye contact and looks at the wall next to us. That’s fine—I expected that, but I’m not going to let him berate himself for something that he shouldn’t and pushing me away is just going to make things worse for all of us.
“It’s more complicated than that,” he says gruffly, still avoiding any direct eye contact.
“We don’t have to say anything to anyone. We can keep hanging out and having fun with no pressure. At the end of the school year, we decide if we want it to be something more.” I don’t say ‘or not’, because frankly that’s not an option for me.
