Page 67 of Naughty Lessons

One was bigger. More dominant. The other felt lighter, like its owner was born a tease.

I had a good idea of which was which. An even better idea that both of them were gonna make me scream. For good reasons.

One of the two traced a finger over my wet panties. My breathing hitched in my throat, and I arched my pelvis as Professor Taylor left my mouth for my left ear, licking and caressing the lobe.

I’d never known there could be so many sensations in such a tiny little organ. I grew wetter by the second and exhaled quickly, roughly, almost panting.

I couldn’t say anything. My lips parted. Small sounds, like half-moans, slid out of them.

“Do you like that, Rory?” Benjamin’s hot breath filled my right ear while Professor Taylor continued licking the other.

His hands were on my breasts now, cupping and kneading them.

Noah moved his finger up and down over my panties, gently, teasingly. Small waves of pleasure slithered over me. For some reason, I believed an orgasm happened just once, at the end. But right then, every tiny sensation felt like a climax in itself.

It was like a time-bomb building into one final explosion.

I trembled like a leaf as the three men explored my body. Noah did not speed up his caressing, but every move made me ache for more. Then, he slid two fingers into my panties and between my folds.

I felt him pressing down on my clit. A low gasp escaped my lips. This was... intense. Like tasting chocolate cake for the first time. The very first time.

Decadent, lush, so good it should have been forbidden.

Maybe it was. Maybe that made it even better. I writhed and quivered and buried my face against Professor Taylor’s neck. Noah continued rubbing my clit through my panties, so slow it made me want to scream.

Benjamin’s whispers grew sly. “God, you are so wet, Rory. If you knew how much we want you right now, you’d... maybe you’d run.” His laugh was almost dark.

But I’d never run from this.

“Maybe you should try to make me run, then.”

He chuckled, his tone gravelly against my earlobe. “You’re a naughty student. And naughty students must be punished.”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp smack on my ass. Not too hard to make me cry, just enough to make me gasp as if the wind had been taken out of my bones.

The only reaction it got out of me was the rising current seeping through my folds. Noah’s fingers responded, slithering against it.

“Just what I thought.”

Another smack followed the first, and then another. The impact was enough to make me arch and lean further into Professor Taylor’s arms.

Noah finally spoke, his voice tender against the small of my back. “Rory, we want you to trust us.”

And I did. I didn’t know it could be so absolute, so simple, or so utterly instantaneous. But my instincts told me they wouldn’t hurt me.

So I submitted myself completely.

Noah turned me around and picked me up in his broad arms. I felt his hands caress my back. His were the creator’s fingers, long and nimble. My legs closed over his hips as he carried me over to the potter’s table.

Only then did he set me down. He stood between my parted thighs, tasting my mouth once more. Low groans escaped his lips as his tongue crashed against mine.

Now I realized why reading erotica could never compare. Sure, I knew my body. But to have someone new, yet entirely familiar, play on my strings like this? Wow.

Noah dragged his middle finger with excruciating slow skill down my body, from the base of my neck, between my breasts, past the lushness of my stomach, and finally descended to my soaked panties.

He didn’t take them off. Instead, he pried the lace aside and stroked down and up, using his index and middle fingers to stroke around the outer lips of my pussy and my clit. He proceeded to rub me with sudden force, at the same time biting down on my lower lip.

I groaned in ecstasy and pulled him closer to me with my legs.