Teachin the Burn

“You’re shameless,” I huffed, settling onto his legs. A thrill ran through me as he wasted no time pulling me to lean against his chest and slipping his fingers between my legs.

“No, estoy caliente.” If I could have been annoyed, I would have shaken my head at him.

But as he lifted me slightly, lining himself up and urging me to sit on his hard cock, I decided my annoyance didn’t outweigh my desperation for how he made me feel.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I rocked, closing my eyes while he used his hands to pull me into him, thrusting up into each movement in a way that almost hurt.

But he knew I enjoyed the pain of being filled by him, taking all his length and feeling him bottom out. “You’re so hard.”

“Solo soy duro para ti.”

I shook my head, swiveling my hips as I bounced, feeling the familiar sensation of my orgasm building. “Solo eres difícil para mí. Eres un dolor en mi culo.”

“Te gusta la forma en que yo la folla.”

“I do,” I moaned, arching my back and gasping as he reached up to free my hair, groaning into the back of my head while I flexed my hips back and forth.

A soft knock on the door made me freeze, my eyes widening as Javi’s hands returned to my hips, his pace never faltering while he manipulated me for his pleasure.

I liked that he didn’t hold back, often manhandling me in a way I wasn’t used to, but as another knock carried through the space, a silhouette coming into view through the textured glass, I panicked and tried to stand.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice low and dark.

“What if one of my students is on the other side of that door?” I responded, keeping my voice low, hoping the person shifting from side to side in the hall couldn’t hear.

“I know it’s one of your students outside the door.” He chuckled, raising his voice as he called out. “Come in, chiquita!”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped, struggling harder to stand, but Javi was one step ahead, pulling me back into his chest as the door slowly crept open.

The object of my unhealthy obsession slipped through the gap, quietly closing the door behind her and flipping the lock before she turned to face us.

“You started without me,” she pouted, taking in my half-dressed state.

“Did you expect any different?” Javi laughed, shifting in the chair, sending shockwaves through my system as it drove him farther inside me. “You know I can’t keep my hands off her. Get over here and take off those shorts.”

“Javi,” I gasped, hating—and loving—that he’d arranged this little escapade, knowing that while she was technically auditing the class, Tasha was still my student.

His breath tickled my neck as he leaned in, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “When you told me about your little fantasy last night, I couldn’t resist.”

“It technically wasn’t his idea.” Tasha’s naughty little smirk as she crossed my room did things to my chest—and maybe my pussy as she eyed where our mutual lover still impaled me.

“You know I’ve thought about surprising my naughty professor before.”

I did. I did know that. While she’d been my student last semester, it’d been torture to have her sit in my class twice a week, her chocolatey brown eyes following my every movement.

Jordan had hired her at the gym, and my mouth had nearly dropped open when she’d walked in the studio door, skintight spandex doing nothing to hide her tight body.

Javi had gotten quite the surprise when I’d shown up in his office after I’d left her class, dropping to my knees and focusing my sexual frustration on his dick.

He’d then bent me over his desk, pushing my face into the surface as he’d made me come with his tongue first. Afterward, he’d relentlessly pounded into me as the desk scooted forward with every thrust.

“Sit down on the edge of the desk, Tash. Our girl wants to see how much this idea turns you on.”

Javi leaned in, his hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt on my neck as he rotated his hips beneath me.

“She told me how much she wanted your mouth on her pussy while she rode me in the parking garage earlier, cariño. It seems you both fantasized about doing dirty things to each other in this office.”

Tasha watched us as Javi started rocking his hips forward, one hand slipping underneath the cup of my transparent bra as the other traced down my stomach to where we were joined.

“She’s desperate for you,” Tasha murmured as she sat on the edge of my desk, slowly drawing her tight athletic shorts down her thighs, revealing nothing underneath.

“Were you being a traviesa again, chiquita?” Javi laughed as we both watched Tasha spread her legs, bracing her feet on the side of the desk while her fingers slipped between her lips, sliding against her clit.

She watched us with hungry eyes.

“You know how I feel about panty lines, Jav.” She giggled, slowly drawing her tight tank top up with her free hand, her breasts spilling out as she released them from beneath the tight band.

“Just makes for easier access.” He laughed again. He was easily carrying on a conversation as if he weren’t actively fucking me while our girlfriend fondled herself on my desk. These two were something else.

“Oh, God,” I whispered as he leaned back. His hand settled on my neck while he pushed, tipping me forward and forcing my hips back into his.

My hands grasped the edge of my desk on either side of Tasha’s hips, and he thrust up into me harder.

“That’s right, cariño.Hazla ver a dios. Prueba mi semen en su coño.”

“You’re filthy, Jav,” Tasha teased as he shifted my chair forward, bringing us closer to where she was perched on the edge of the wooden surface.

She reached up to cup my cheek. “But he’s not wrong, baby. You know I love your mouth on me.”

“What if we get caught?” I gasped, watching her long fingers circle her clit while Javi began rocking into me insistently.

“I can be quiet,” she promised, tracing her thumb across my bottom lip, dipping inside briefly, causing me to pant. “And so can you if your mouth is busy. Now kiss me.”

Just before our lips met, Javi forced me down on him, rotating me in his lap like I was a toy for his enjoyment, and my head dropped back, a soft moan escaping.

I wasn’t so sure I could be quiet. “Cariño, I promise I won’t go too hard. You know she likes it when you moan into her pussy. Look how pretty she is spread out for you. Justo como más te guste.”

Tasha raised an eyebrow as she leaned back, bracing herself on her locked arms. “Come on, Tate, where’s the sexy beast who fucked me with her fingers in a locker room shower stall and then dropped to her knees to lick me clean?”

“That was different,” I panted.

My hand released its grip on the desk and slid up the smooth, warm skin of Tasha’s legs to where she was nearly bare and glistening, literally begging for my mouth. “We knew no one was in the building.”

“I was,” Javi growled, forcing me back onto him. “And while I was exceptionally jealous, there was no way I wasn’t listening in when I found you. It’s hot when you take charge.”

Knowing I was reaching my breaking point, moments from coming all over Javi, I leaned over to take a long lick up Tasha’s slit.

I sucked her clit into my mouth briefly as Javi scooted the chair even closer, forcing my mouth into her wet pussy with a moan from both of us.

“Fuck,” Tasha panted in a harsh whisper, staring down at me with hooded eyes, licking her lips. “You look so pretty between my legs.”

“Yes, she does,” Javi growled, his fist grasping the hair on the back of my head and urging me forward. “I could watch you two all day. Estás tan caliente.”

I grasped the edge of the desk with one hand while with the other, I slipped two fingers between my lips and her hot skin, slowly easing them inside her and hooking them upward.

I relished the way her eyelashes fluttered and her neck arched as her head dropped back in a silent moan.

“Let’s see if you can make her come before you do,” Javi taunted, continuing the maddening way he was rotating me onto him, touching places inside me that no one else ever had.

Knowing I had no time to waste, I tipped my palm back, bringing the tip of my tongue to her clit and flattening it.

Tasha’s clit was sensitive, and while rougher manipulation always got me there, a few well-placed tongue flutters and controlled suction would make her gush all over my face.

Javi kept his word, firmly grinding into me from behind as I licked and sucked and nibbled her wet skin, reveling in the soft gasps and moans she tried to keep quiet.

My hand easily slipped inside her, fucking her as I got her closer to the edge, the telltale flutters of her pussy around them indicating she was close.

“Fuck me. Oh, God,” she whispered, balancing on one arm as her fingers fisted in my hair, her hips rocking into my movements.

I knew she was right there, so I held back my need to breathe and flattened my tongue on her clit, rubbing frantically as I pressed my fingers into the place on the top of her pussy I was sure would make her scream.

My ex, Daisy, may have criticized my dedication to being a proper lesbian, but I knew how to make a woman scream.

“Yes,” Javi grunted from behind me, pulling me back into him roughly as he fucked me. “Such good girls. Now come for me.”

Tasha’s choked gasp filled the air around us while she pulsed against my fingers, her clit throbbing against my tongue.

“Let go, Tate,” she whispered as she panted, leaning down to cup my neck as Javi redoubled his efforts behind me. “Kiss me while you come on him.”

Tasha slipped down from the edge of the desk, gripping the sides of my face as she kissed me wildly, plunging her tongue into my mouth and tasting herself from my lips with a moan.

Caught in sensory overload from the attention of both my partners, I tried to focus on the heat building inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge with every rotation of Javi’s hips and thrust of Tasha’s tongue against my own.

When Tasha’s slippery fingers found where Javi and I were joined, she thrummed my clit with practiced ease.

I detonated, gasping into her mouth while Javi growled behind me, his thick cock pulsing as he released inside me. Tasha tenderly held my face, her lips soft and exploring, while my body shook.

Javi let out a satisfied groan and rubbed the back of my neck, letting us have our moment.

“Thank you, baby,” Tasha whispered as her thumbs stroked over my cheekbones. “You are my fantasy come to life. My naughty professor.”

Javi chuckled, reaching past me to pull her closer with a hand on her neck, the two kissing briefly over my shoulder.

“No, cariño, you’re our naughty professor.”