Teaching Their Omega novel · Chapter 5 of 24

Chapter 5: Class Day

Declan came across the loft floor with his notebook in his hand and dropped it on the couch cushion without looking.

It was the first time I had ever seen him put it down.

"Take off your clothes," I said.

I was still straddling Rhett's lap, still wet from him, with my braid half undone down my back.

Rhett slid out of me with a groan and I climbed off his knees.

Declan unbuttoned his shirt with fingers that would not work.

I stood in front of him and did the buttons myself, one at a time, from the bottom up.

He had a lean white chest with a light dusting of sandy hair, and his stomach tightened under my knuckles.

"Breathe," I said.

"I am."

"You're not. Do it with me."

I breathed in.

He breathed in.

I breathed out, and he followed me, and I felt his shoulders drop.

I pushed the shirt off his arms.

Then I undid his belt and his trousers, and drew down the grey cotton beneath, and his cock sprang free.

He was long and slim and rigid, flushed dark at the tip, and a bead of wetness shone on it.

He had been hard for me for three days and had told no one.

I took him in my hand, and he made a sound I'd never heard from a man.

"Lowen." He said it like a prayer. "I'll finish in a minute if you do that."

"Then we'll do it again after. Rhett, move over."

Rhett had gone down onto the cushions, naked and big and sprawled, and he moved to the end of the couch with a lazy grin.

"I'll just watch," he said.

"You'll do more than watch. Sit where I can reach you."

I turned my back to Declan and leaned forward over the padded arm of the couch.

I put my elbows on the cushion in front of Rhett's thighs, and my face was inches from his belly.

My ass was bare and high, with my skirt shoved up around my waist.

Behind me Declan sucked in a long breath.

"Teacher," he said unsteadily. "Where do I put my hands?"

"On my hips. Hold on."

His hands closed on my hips and gripped tight.

I felt the heat of his cock against my thigh, then the blunt head of him at my entrance.

"Go slow."

He pushed in an inch.

We both groaned.

"More."

Another inch.

He was thinner than Rhett but harder, steel under satin, and he stretched me with a sweet, deep drag that made my eyes roll back.

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