I bit my lip at the sight of her wet pussy and groaned. So did my brother. I pushed his face to make him look away. “Get your own teacher, fucker. This one is mine.”
He slapped my hand and got to his feet, giving us his back. Professor Firecracker glanced from me to him. “You don’t have to…go…Luke.”
I cocked a brow. “He doesn’t?”
“I-I mean, you guys have sex in front of each at the clubhouse.” Her shoulder lifted with a small, shy shrug. “I… I think it’s hot.”
“You like this ugly fucker, Firecracker?” I asked in disbelief.
“I don’t hate him,” she told me, and then she eyed him. “I don’t hate you…and you’re not ugly.”
He devoured her with his stare. “I don’t hate you either. And you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Fuck. Fine. You can fucking watch.” I pulled her back down, positioning that pussy over my lips. Then I dove in, licking and sucking and nibbling like a starving man…like the wild beast I was.
Something about her brought out every primal instinct in me, and at the same time, silenced the mad monster. I sucked her swollen clit in between my lips, and with the side of my teeth scraped it. She rumbled out sexy cries from deep down in her chest. I loved the way she shook with each one.
She glanced sideways at Terror. I did, too. He was licking his lips, his bare chest heaving as his eyes clung to her tits.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” she moaned.
“I want to touch you,” he said, no shame in his voice.
More juices flowed my way. Fuck. Firecracker really wanted Luke. I squeezed her perfect ass for attention. Her gaze that was roaming my brother’s muscles wheeled back to me.
I doubled the effort, working hard at her pussy. My lips and tongue seemed to be driving her wild. She clenched hard, and her body stiffened. Then I tasted the sweetness of her orgasm as she trembled and collapsed in a heap of gasps and pants.
Fuck. My teacher, my best friend’s sister, coming all over my mouth was so fucking hot. Hotter than any pussy I’d ever had, including the foursome with the Latina triplets. My balls swelled, and my cock pleaded to pound my teacher’s sweet pussy.
I let her rest for a few seconds before flipping her over and placing myself between her legs. “All right, Firecracker. Do you like to have it three way or one at a time?”
She raised her eyebrows, blinking. “Is that on the table?”
I rolled my eyes at Terror. “You’re one lucky bastard. What the fuck are you waiting for? A formal invitation? Get the fuck in.”
An ugly smirk curved his mouth. He smoothed her hair off her forehead and held her eyes. “You’re okay with this?”
She nodded. “Yes. But full disclosure here, I’ve never tried this before.”
“It’s fine. Just tell us what you want…and we’ll serve,” he said softly.
“Who are you? And what the fuck did you do to my brother?” I asked.
She chuckled as Luke—no Terror here—slapped my arm. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Carter has a point. I need you to be mean to me again. This sweet… It’s freaking me out a little.”
“What can I say? You grew on me, Professor. But if you like it rough…” He smiled.
“Just a tad,” she said. “Can I kiss you now?”
He bent his head to her. Their lips met. Her fingers caressed the back of his neck. Then both her hands cupped his face as their kiss grew greedier. When they pulled away, both their lips were swollen.
Her nipples hardened again. “Now, I’m freaked out…a lot. You’re so passionate and sweet, Luke. I never expected that from you.”
I ran my fingertips along her side and pushed the tiniest bit farther, reminding her of my hard cock awaiting her.
She gasped at me and smiled. Then her eyes wandered to the son of a bitch that we finally killed. I hadn’t had the time to feel the victory yet. The episode happened too quickly. But once I saw the fucker in flames, I’d do the dance.
