Page 27 of Class Studies
Pulling Professor Garnet down to me, I pressed my lips against his and slid my tongue along the crease. He parted, purring as I took what I wanted, kissing him hard and fast. Once I had his taste, I turned to Ashe.
Conflict filled my Gentle Giant’s face.
I unbuttoned my shirt while the professor slipped his hands under my skirt, lifting the hem and running his fingers along my bare thighs. Fire shot to my core at his touch.
“You can leave, you can watch, or you can join us.” I laid out the options as Beryl had in the professor’s shower.
My shirt slipped from my shoulders, exposing Saffron’s hickey in his favorite spot.
Ashe snarled and took two steps forward, caging me between him and the mage at my back. He drew a healing rune over the mark, erasing it, and his magic shot to my already excited core.
Cupping my cheek, he searched my face before focusing behind me. “Just this once with the Sex Professor. And never with Saffron.”
He pulled me forward, tearing me away from the professor and engulfing my hips in his grip. In one smooth motion, he lifted me into the air and peppered my neck and the top of my breasts in kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground myself against him as he carried me to the couch. The professor followed us, straddling Ashe while sandwiching me between the two men.
Ashe’s gaze lidded with lust. He kissed up my neck. “Why is this so fucking hot?”
“Control,” the professor said behind us, trailing his fingers between where my legs met Ashe’s. “We’re both on your lap.”
Ashe grunted, glaring as Professor Garnet palmed my cheek, turning my head to envelop me in an awkward kiss, half for us and half a show. The Gentle Giant ignored our display, peppering my neck in kisses and easing my breasts out of my bra. The professor’s heat left my back as he leaned away, giving both men space to rub and squeeze to their heart’s desire.
I relished in the attention and rocked against Ashe’s abs. His fingers collided with the professors, and he drew back as if he’d been burned before finding a new spot to caress. His hands found the professor’s a second time, and he pulled back with a low hiss. “Shit, there needs to be some rules here.”
Professor Garnet leaned forward and rested his chin on my shoulder. “I can make some rules for us, but you won’t like them.”
He must have been drawing runes as he spoke. The lines of red magic, which had trapped me this morning, brushed past my thighs to wrap around Ashe’s wrist, pinning him to the couch.
Ashe snarled, and I leaned forward, kissing him to stop his protests. Professor Garnet unhooked my bra, removing it. His heat left my backside, and I surged up, putting my breasts right in Ashe’s furry face. His beard tickled my nipples before he sucked one of my breasts into his mouth.
I wanted to feel his tongue between my legs, and I slowly rose, sliding against Ashe until my clit pressed into his lips. Bound to the couch, he could only give me what I asked for. My Gentle Giant slowly licked before kissing my bud and sucking it into his mouth. I shuddered with pleasure and pulsed against his mouth.
Behind me, Professor Garnet purred and wrapped his arms around my stomach, lifting me off Ashe. My Gentle Giant tried to grab me, and his muscles strained against the bonds holding him to the couch, but he couldn’t move.
My heart raced.
While I’d been distracted, the professor had moved my little table in front of the fire. He’d covered the hearth with the extra bedding I kept folded next to the couch. A few yoga mats peeked out from under the brown sheets.
“Help me move him to the floor,” Professor Garnet said, kissing my ear lobe.
Ashe pulled at his restraints, eyeing us. After a tense pause, he locked his gaze with the professors’. “Nothing goes in my ass.”
Professor Garnet chuckled. “Nothing goes in your ass.”
Although the bindings released Ashe from the couch, they pulled his hands above his head, keeping him firmly under the professor’s control. Ashe’s hard-on started to wilt. I frowned, but I trusted Professor Garnet. Either Ashe did too, or he badly wanted to make me happy.
I froze.
He said he loved me. Was he forcing himself to do this because of me?
I clutched my braid as the professor’s magic dragged Ashe to the floor. A memory of myself in a different lifetime hit me hard, damping my lust. “We shouldn’t do this.”
Ashe growled. “Why the fuck not?”
I tugged on my braid. “You don’t want this. You don’t need to do this for me.”
Ashe’s beard ate his frown. “Come fucking here, Kitten.”
I dropped to his side but didn’t touch him. Ashe’s muscles strained as he attempted to touch me, but Professor Garnet’s magic kept him pinned straight as a board.