*Sang*
So far this morning had been like any other Tuesday. My classes had been uneventful. As had been the case most days since my relationships turned more physical I struggled not to give my boys proper greetings and goodbyes. Every time one of them dropped me off at a class or said hello to me at lunch I wanted to dig my fingers into their hair and pull them to me for a real kiss, but I couldn't do that at school. In small part because PDA was technically against school policy, though you'd never know it walking around these halls. Mostly it was because the boys wanted to do what they could to protect my reputation. I got enough attention for holding their hands in the hallways without making out with 7 different boys (since Sean and Owen would likely lose their fake jobs if I was seen kissing them), but I absolutely refused to budge on the hand holding. I wasn't going to let ignorant people's judgement keep me from touching my boys altogether. So we held hands and I got occasional hugs, but anything more intimate had to wait until we were outside of school.
I watched longingly at North's perfect backside as he walked away from the music room. We'd just had another awkward goodbye as we naturally leaned in for a kiss out of habit before remembering we weren't supposed to; our noses were just an inch apart when he suddenly stood straight up. I almost ended up kissing his chest, his movement was so sudden. I wonder what sort of rumors that would have started. After closing his eyes for a moment, presumably to remind himself why kissing was a bad idea, he looked at me with a clear longing that said I would if I could, baby and then turned and walked away.
As I stepped into the music room my phone chirped and I pulled it out of my bra; it was North. "I'm going to be counting the minutes until I get to kiss you, Sang Baby. ILY". The words brought a smile to my face and I texted back "I love you too. I can't wait until the countdown reaches zero ;-)" before tucking the phone back into my shirt. I looked up to find Owen with his eyes locked on where my phone had just disappeared. I smiled at his reaction; he never lets himself get caught staring unless he wants to be.
Finally breaking his gaze from my chest he looks up to meet my eyes with his signature millimeter smile and steps close to me, "Hello, Miss Sorenson," he greets. His voice is low, intimate. The sound instantly takes me back to Sean's bedroom and the mind blowing day filled with his soft, but nonetheless demanding commands and I go a little weak in the knees. I try to swallow despite my suddenly dry mouth and return the greeting, "hello, Mr. Blackbourne." Keeping his eyes locked on the door, he leans in closer and at the last possible moment his eyes meet mine before they close and our lips touch.
I'm caught off guard, he never kisses me in school, and because of my surprise I don't get a chance to react before he's pulling away all too quickly. A small groan of disappointment leaves my throat as he retreats and he chuckles at my displeasure. "You alright there, Miss Sorenson?" I debate whether to call him out on his taunting or let it go and begin our violin lesson, I think I surprise us both when I open door number one. "Not really, Mr. Blackbourne. You see, every time you say my name in that sexy authoritative voice I wish I were hearing other commands coming from your lips; it makes for a rather frustrating school day."
The smile he gives me is almost an outright grin. Oh yes, he's definitely pleased with the way he affects me. "So," he begins; his hands are clasped behind his back and he begins to stroll in a circle around me, looking me up and down from every angle, "me calling you Miss Sorenson is affecting you, is that right?" I respond honestly, "every time it makes me wonder if you are doing it to try and establish professionalism or if you're purposefully doing it to turn me on." He finishes his circle, coming to stand so close, but not touching me. Our clothes just barely brush each other as he leans into my ear and in an incredibly sexy, raspy voice he says, "you should be aware, Miss Sorenson, that if my intent is to make you wet and aching for me with just a name that name would be 'good girl'".
He growls out the final two words in a voice that is identical to the one he used so many times as he called those words out to me in Sean's bed. Mission accomplished. My core is pulsing with the desire to be filled by him and I literally have to reach out to him to steady myself as I try, unsuccessfully, to hold back a whimper. My hands grip his biceps and I press my forehead to his chest as I try to regain my composure. When I pull my head back to look at him I can only imagine the look on my face because all I am thinking is 'I want you so badly, you tease.' His return gaze is burning with his own desire and as he looks into my eyes I can see his control start to waiver. His voice his husky and his hands grip my hips tightly as he says, "I believe we may need to move this violin lesson to my office, Miss Sorenson."
*Owen*
Yes, we need to move this to my office now, before I decide to take her right here on top of the piano. Somewhere I can lock the door without worrying that Hendricks is going to try to walk in any moment. She nods her agreement and I promptly help scoop up her belongings and take her hand, ready to pull her down the hall. As I open it the reality of where we are hits me; I pause and take a deep breath, straightening my spine. I slowly release her hand and look over my shoulder at her commanding with my eyes, follow me.
She's so close I can feel her heat through our clothes as we hurry down the hall. The second we are clear of my office door I spin on my heel and slam it closed, pressing her up against it. I pin her; my hips press hard against hers, my arms cage her against the door. I slam my mouth onto hers and force her legs apart with my thigh; she grinds down on my thigh and I immediately wish she was pressed more firmly against another part of my body. Vaguely in the back of my mind I register Sean saying something along the lines of "Hell yes, Pookie's visiting!"
Ripping myself away from her I leave her leaning against the door breathing heavily. Her palms are pressed to the door and she looks at me through heavily lidded eyes. "Strip, now." I command. She responds almost immediately, no hesitation. I love that. She pulls her top over her head and drops it to the floor then unzips her skirt and lets it flutter around her feet. Her eyes stay locked on mine throughout. "You are my Good Girl, aren't you. Doing just as I say. Drop the cell phone, too," I add, as I know it will get in the way here in a moment. She pulls it out and drops it onto her bag by the door.
I begin to unbutton my shirt as I instruct her further, "cup your breasts and pinch your nipples." She watches me with a seductive look as she complies. I feel Sean come up to stand beside me, watching her as well. "Good girl, now pull your bra cups down." She exposes her hard nipples and bites her lip as she pinches and rolls them for me; she's squeezing her thighs together tightly. I slip my shirt down my arms and Sean catches it, tossing it across his desk. I begin to work on my pants and glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He's stroking himself through his slacks, still watching her intently. "Give Sean a hand, Miss Sorenson, he's severely overdressed." She steps up to him and stares deeply into his eyes as she unbuttons his shirt and he continues to stroke himself.
She has learned to follow my instructions so well after just one encounter; she is following my directions precisely and not taking any liberties. Frankly I'm pleased with Sean as well; he and I never really played with the dominant and submissive roles, but he's playing along and allowing my directives to rule this encounter. "You may greet him, Miss Sorenson," I release her. With a quick appreciative smile at me she wastes no time finding Sean's lips.
He pulls her close and deepens the kiss as I discard my pants alongside my shirt. They continue to fumble with his clothes while they kiss and I go to clear the few papers that were on my desk. When I turn back to them Sean is down to his skivvies as well. "Enough," she promptly stops and looks at me, "good girl, now onto the desk." She comes to stand before me and then wiggles her way up onto the corner of the desk. "Lay back." She does with her left side in line with the long edge of my desk and her legs dangling off the short side; she's squirming to relieve the pressure between her thighs and I tell her, "you may touch yourself." Her hands fly back to her breasts almost instantly, resuming their massage and pinching her nipples. Sean comes to stand next to me and a little behind as I stare down at her and appreciate the view. With his eyes locked on her he steps tight behind me, his hard cock presses into my butt, his hands circle my waist and his lips press against the top of my shoulder.
She watches his movements intently, the lust in her eyes kicking up a notch with his every action. He licks a line up my neck and I hold back a shiver, but I can't help but let my eyes close as he takes my earlobe in his teeth while his palms press flat against my chest and abdomen. Nibbling on my earlobe and flicking the sensitive spot behind my ear with his tongue his one hand slides down into my boxers; he strokes me and a moan from Sang causes my eyes to open once more.
Her eyes are locked on the front of my boxers as his hand moves inside. I push the elastic over my hips and Sean uses his free hand to push them the rest of the way down. I grip his forearm firmly and use it to pull him around to my side as I turn so we're chest to chest. I lean in and meet his lips with mine. The kiss is harsh and fierce; probing tongues and clashing teeth and he squeezes my cock tight when I suck his tongue into my mouth. I pull back and we both turn to look at Sang, who is moaning and rubbing her clit in circles through her panties.
"Damn she is a hot little thing isn't she?" Sean asks. I'm pretty sure it's rhetorical as the answer is beyond obvious based on the massive erections we're both sporting. I press one more quick kiss to his lips then turn away from him and towards Sang. With a quick tug to the back of her knees I pull Sang until her ass is just barely on the edge of the desk and with another I pull her panties off in one fluid motion. She spreads her knees and I step between them and without any further preamble I sink deep into her, burying myself to the hilt.
Sean steps up to my right and he's lost his boxers as well. Sang looks at him longingly. "Suck him, my Good Girl." She promptly reaches out to stroke him and pull him toward her lips. I quickly establish a rhythm and pound into her. Sean is thrusting into her mouth eagerly and the sight of it pulls me closer to the edge. I circle her ankles in my hands and command her to straighten her knees. She does and I lift her ankles towards my shoulders. As I thrust in over and over I gradually move her legs, pressing them closer together and closer to her chest, each move making her feel tighter and tighter around me. With her legs tight together and high in the air it doesn't take long until she begins to moan around Sean's cock and internally pulse around mine and then all three of us are coming apart at the seams together.
I relax my hold on Sang's legs, allowing her to hold them at a more comfortable angle and lean my weight into the desk. I see Sean bracing himself on top of the desk just above her head. We are all taking quick shallow breaths as we come back down and as my pulse quiets in my ears I hear a bell ringing. Shit. Our violin lesson is over. I look down at her and smirk, "looks like I'll be writing you a note to excuse you from your next class, Miss Sorenson."
*Sang*
Owen presses a kiss to the inside of my ankle as he pulls out and slowly lowers my legs back down. Sean leans over me and gives me a soft kiss on the lips then he pulls away, too. I could lie here forever in this blissful cloud, but the bell just rang and I'm honestly not sure if it was the end of violin or the beginning of the next class so I probably need to get up. As I move to a seated position on the desk I see Owen typing away at his phone. He looks up to see the question on my face and tells me, "Just texting the boys so they don't worry. I told them you'll be with Sean and me for the next period and they can pick you up here for lunch. No sense going to half of World History."
I smile up at him, happy to have another hour to spend with my two boys I see least often. Sean steps back up to my side and I'm surprised to see he's already dressed again. He drapes what must be Owen's shirt over my shoulders then scoops me off the desk and walks over to his desk chair, sitting down with me in his lap. I nuzzle into his shoulder and he buries his nose in my hair, breathing me in deep. He gives a happy hum on the exhale and says, "I just needed a minute to snuggle with you, Pookie. I've missed you."
Owen comes over, his pants now back on, and lifts one leg onto the desk, sitting close enough to stroke my hair. I squeeze Sean in a hug as best I can with my arms half around him and smile up at Owen. "This is exactly what I needed today," I tell them, "time with the two of you." Owen smiles at me and leans in to give me a soft kiss. He stares into my eyes for a beat then glances up at Sean and gives him a soft kiss as well and my heart sings at the sight.
*Owen*
I straighten back up after kissing Sang and Sean and tell them, "I needed this as well." I'd been too high strung lately; too tense. Sean and I share a knowing look. Unfortunately Sang doesn't miss much, she looks back and forth between us with an eyebrow arched in confusion, "what was that look?" We both stay silent and she objects, "nuh uh; that meant something. What was that look?" I take a deep breath and debate how to bring this up. Sean and I hadn't relieved any tension together since our day and night with Sang.
It might sound stupid since we've been with her together and she knew about our relationship, but we weren't sure if she would consider it cheating without her so we hadn't. It had only been a little over three weeks, but after so many years of having a built in release it had been kind of miserable. I choose my words carefully, "It's just been a while since I've had that kind of release." "How long?" she asks. "Three weeks," I respond. I see it on her face when she registers what that means. She looks back and forth between us in shock, "since the last time we were together?" We both nod. "WHY?" she asks, "I mean, I thought you two…." As her sentence trails off I fill in for her, "We weren't sure how you'd feel about us being together without you, so we abstained." Her eyes widen even further, "No!" her voice cracks a little as her voice raises. "I don't want you to deprive yourselves! As long as there's not another girl, as long as it stays within our family I'm fine with whatever you want to do!" It's a relief to hear, though I wish we'd talked about it three weeks ago. "Okay, well now we know," I tell her, and give her another soft kiss to reassure her.
She sits, deep in thought for a moment, idly running her fingers through Sean's hair while he traces circles and swirls on her knee. Finally she looks back at me; "do you guys talk about me?" I raise an eyebrow at her in question. "I mean, I know you've had family meetings about me in the past; about whether to bring me into the family, whether I should join the Academy, those sorts of things. But have you had a family meeting about this? About… the sex?" I thought we'd made it clear, to her and the other boys, that their sex lives were theirs alone.
"No, Sang, we haven't. We have in the past discussed this relationship between the ten of us; helping everyone to understand that we would all need to, for lack of a better word, share you. And early on we talked about not pushing you too far too fast, but since you've taken on this new confidence and began initiating things no, we've not talked about you."
I hope my monologue calmed any fears she was having about us breaching her trust, so I'm pretty shocked when she follows up with, "could you?" The look on Sean's face perfectly mirrors what I'm thinking. His eyebrows are raised as high as they can go and his eyes are wide. "You would want us to, Pookie?" She looks back and forth between us and her cheeks tint pink. "I just… um… I thought some things might be easier. That the boys might be more comfortable if, you know… if they could talk about it."
"What do you think they need to talk about, Pookie?" Sean asks her, and I'm curious to hear this answer too. "Well this has obviously been a learning experience for me, I'm finding out what I like and they've all been amazing and so open and accepting. But I'm pretty sure you two are the only ones who had ever done anything together before and I worry that they might be over-thinking things or have questions. I mean even you two, who are totally comfortable with each other, were denying yourselves because you thought I would be mad. I don't want that for any of you."
I soak in what she just said; she's completely right. This relationship is so unique and unusual. Sean and I have been comfortable with it because we had each other to talk to, but even we had screwed up by not asking her how she felt about us continuing to be with each other without her. What must the other guys be thinking and feeling; three years our junior with less experience and as far as we knew none of them had the sort of relationship we did. "You're absolutely right," I tell her, "if you don't mind us sharing some intimate details we will have a family meeting to talk about it." She smiles with relief evident on her face, "thank you." "Do you want to be there?" She thinks it over for a minute then decides, "no, I don't think so. Let them know, for me, that they can speak freely, but I think they'll be more comfortable if I'm not there."
"Whatever you want, Pookie," Sean says and kisses the side of her face; with a smirk he adds, "any turn-ons or turn-offs you want us to mention to them? Want us to give them a little coaching, since obviously we're the best of the bunch?" She giggles at his teasing. Poking him in the side she says, "actually, there was something…" As she trails off Sean starts to tickle her, "you can't leave us hanging like that, Pookie!" She squirms and laughs in his lap and then reaches out to me squealing, "save me, Owen!" With a chuckle I scoop her out of Sean's arms and stand with her just out of his reach. She kisses me as she thanks me, a broad smile on her face.
"Seriously though, Pookie, what did you want us to tell them?" She blushes slightly and then looking back and forth between us says, "well, one thing I've definitely discovered I enjoy is being with more than one of you at once, and not just with you paying attention to me, but to each other as well. I think most of them have picked up on it, and they've all experimented a little with it; some are more comfortable than others. I wondered if you'd be willing to share your story with them; or whatever part you're comfortable with." Sean and I lock eyes and consider it. I'm okay with it if he is, Sang obviously wants us to continue what we're doing so it's only a matter of time before the boys discover it anyway. He nods and her smile widens. "Okay then," I tell her and press a kiss to her cheek, "I'll set up a family meeting for this evening."
As I drop her legs and let her swing down the front of my body the door handle jiggles and then the door opens. "Oy! What the hell! We have to sit through boring as shit classes meanwhile you two get to get freaky with Trouble?" Gabe is the most vocal, but as he steps into the room we see that the rest of our team is all there too; we must have missed the bell signaling the end of 5th period; they're all here to pick her up for lunch.
"Well get in here and shut the door!" I command; Sang is, afterall, mostly naked and I'm shirtless, we wouldn't do well to be caught like this. They quickly oblige and Sang stands up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, "there you go again with that authoritative voice Mister Blackbourne. You better put that tone away before I miss the rest of my afternoon classes." With that she flicks my earlobe with her tongue and turns away. She gives a little excessive wiggle as she walks toward Gabe who's holding out her clothes for her. Somehow she manages to position herself so her back is to all of us, and with a sly smile over her shoulder she drops my shirt and I hear audible groans around the room as she puts her clothes back on. It is going to be a damn long afternoon.