Page 28 of Class Studies

Ashe made a strangled noise. “Look, you’re both right and wrong at the same time.” His eyes softened. “This is way beyond my fucking comfort zone. But so was the shower with Beryl. I want you to be happy, but I’m not stupid enough to make myself miserable doing it.” He wiggled his eyebrows. The pain in my heart eased. “Neither of us would be happy then. Now, let’s make the safe word ‘turtle,’ and fucking get on with this before I think about it too much and lose my god damn fucking nerves.”

My hips rocked as I chewed my bottom lip, studying his face.

Ashe swallowed. “Fuck, Kitten, just straddle me already.”

Professor Garnet kneeled behind me and lightly kissed my shoulder to the base of my neck. “Ashe chose this. You’re not making us do this.” He ran his fingers under my breasts, sending a shiver straight to my core. “There’s no right or wrong, only pleasure.”

My shoulders relaxed.

We wanted this.

Excitement replaced my unease. I straddled Ashe’s hips, sticking my hands under his too-tight shirt to rub his washboard abs. Behind me, Professor Garnet growled appreciatively. His magic forced Ashe to sit up so I could peel off the Gentle Giant’s shirt, before pinning him back to the floor.

Muscles and man hair filled my gaze. Powerless, Ashe moaned as I caressed every inch of his trapped flesh. My knees sunk into the padding on either side of his stomach.

A grunt of appreciation slipped out of the professor as he peeled off Ashe’s pants, and more bands of his red magic rolled across me, securing Ashe, spread eagle, to the floor.

Ashe’s abs rippled under my clit. I thrust against the hard ridges as he struggled to stop fighting his bonds. I giggled; no right and wrong, only pleasure.

“This is fucking maddening.” Ashe groaned. “I’m hard, then soft, and then hard. Fuck. I’ve never been restrained like this before, and I don’t know if I like it.”

I kissed along his jaw, waiting for the safe word. When it didn’t come, I smiled. “Relax.”

“Don’t relax.” Professor Garnet lightly spanked my hip. “It defeats the purpose of tying someone up.”

The naked professor joined me, straddling Ashe. Our bound captive bucked his hips, trying to throw the thinner man off him. I bounced forward and braced myself on Ashe’s pecs while Professor Garnet pinned Ashe further to the floor.

The professor kissed my shoulder again before his stiff erection slid between my butt cheeks and Ashe’s stomach. I moaned and leaned forward to rub my clit across his hard dick.

Ashe grunted unhappily, and I kissed him hard before pushing back into the professor’s waiting arms. He ran his smooth fingers across my skin with feather-light touches, his motions as much for our enjoyment as Ashe’s burning gaze. My Gentle Giant didn’t take his eyes off me as his struggles became weaker and weaker, leaving him taut with his own need.

The professor nudged my hips forward. He put a finger on either side of my clit, and liquid need burned away the last of my thoughts. Lust danced with his ministrations as my already bowed body built toward a climax.

Professor Garnet stilled his hands. “Not yet.” He kissed down my neck before leaning us both forward and wiping my juices across Ashe’s lips.

Ashe groaned and licked them off.

“Distract him,” Professor Garnet whispered, shuffling backward.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I dug my fingers into the tight muscles of Ashe’s shoulders and pressed my lips to his. As he pulled my tongue into his mouth, I scratched down the side of his arms.

Ashe’s eyes rolled up in his head, and his jaw dropped.

My heart jumped. Pulling back, I looked for blood, but the pink lines I’d made on his arms didn’t look so bad. Ashe’s face twisted. He bucked against his restraints, letting out a half grunt, half moan I’d never heard him make before. I peeked behind me.

Professor Garnet had Ashe’s monster of a dick all the way down his throat as he repeatedly swallowed. I watched, transfixed. The professor slid the hand he wasn’t using to brace himself down his throbbing length. I twisted, reaching toward the mage I still hadn’t touched, but he pulled back, taking a deep breath.

“Don’t you dare, Aphy.” He licked his lips. “Your magic’s still in me. My rules still apply.”

Ashe groaned. “Fuck, Kitten, don’t stop.”

I bit my bottom lip while the professor chuckled. There was no way Ashe didn’t know it was the other man in our trio, making him lose his mind with pleasure.

Ashe heaved against the magic restraining him, and the professor leaned forward again, sucking the Gentle Giant’s massive cock back into his mouth. Ashe quivered, and I rocked, riding the waves of pleasure as the professor moaned around Ashe.

Professor Garnet sucked hard and removed Ashe’s thick cock inch by inch.

“Jesus, fuck on a stick,” Ashe moaned, shaking under me.