Elona’s POV
My dressing room door opened as I loosened my hair from the messy bun. I turned around to see Mr Monroe enter and then close the door behind him. I wasn’t sure why he was here. He no longer wore a jacket but a shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He still looked handsome.
“I didn’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to check up on you. You did great in the studio,” he said as he moved closer to me. My nerves kicked up.
“Thanks,” I smiled. “Won’t this affect our relationship as student-teacher? I mean… it’s inappropriate, what if people see us together in a magazine, booklets, or even on billboards? I could be suspended, and you could even lose your job,” I said with worry.
He gave me a smile, “I’m sure that it won’t be out in public, it’s only for a campaign that is for perfume. We have to do individual photoshoots tomorrow with the perfume. So, we might see each other here tomorrow again,” he stated.
I let out a sigh of relief. “That’s quite a relief,” I smiled.
He nodded, “I should get going.”
“Can I ask you something?” I was so hesitant.
“Of course.” he looked at me expectantly.
“Can you help to unzip my top, please? It was a struggle just to zip it up earlier when I was alone.” I said nervously. He only smiled as a response. He stepped behind me, and I scooped my hair up and moved it over my shoulder.
The warmth of his hand barely touched my skin, and it sent shivers down my entire body as he started to unzip my top. But then the door opened. I looked to see who it was. My lips parted as Tristan stood frozen in the doorway, watching us. Mr Monroe paused, the unzipping, sadness filled Tristan’s eyes, and his jaw clenched.
He walked over to us as Mr Monroe let go of the zip, “I was only helping her,” he said, as Tristan’s gaze focused on me. He stopped in front of me, cupped the back of my head, and crashed his lips against mine. I held onto his arm as his tongue entered my mouth, deepening the kiss. He pulled inches away, our chests heaving, he looked up at Mr Monroe over my shoulder, “Do you want her?”
“Um…”
“She is all yours. Take it or leave it,” Tristan focused on me again, crashing his lips against mine, and then I felt Mr Monroe’s warm hands unzip my top further. My core was throbbing, and my panties were drenched. Tristan pulled away and took his jacket off, I tilted my head to the side as Mr. Monroe leaned in, his breath against my neck as in the photoshoot, his hands on my waist. He trailed kisses along my shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes about to have an orgasm just because of this. I turned around to face Mr Monroe. He had hunger in his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. What on earth is happening to me? I felt Tristan behind me, he pressed his hard bulge against my ass, digging his fingers into my hips as Mr Monroe’s tongue entered my mouth, causing me to release a moan.
Tristan moved his fingers under the fabric of my skirt and my panties. He slid them both down as Mr Monroe continued to kiss me passionately, our tongues danced as he slid my top straps down my arms, allowing my top to fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. I felt Tristan kissing my shoulder. I tried squeezing my legs together. I needed more, they were torturing me.
Mr Monroe pulled away, and his eyes fell onto my breasts. His hands found them and fondled them. While Tristan’s hand moved further down between my folds, finding my clit. I threw my head to the back against his shoulder and he flickered my clit. Mr Monroe lowered, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking while fondling the other. I felt the sting as he gently sunk his teeth into my nipple and then sucked it again. My hands found their way to the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. My orgasm was building up as Tristan continued to flick my clit, he held me in place as the pleasure built within me, and the world contracted, leaving only their touch and my body.
The heat between my thighs intensified. My legs trembled as I stood between them, and the pleasure built and built until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a loud moan, I let go and the waves of ecstasy crashed over me, sending me into a state of pure bliss. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I knew I wanted more of it. Tristan continued to hold me as I came down from my climax.
Mr Monroe was not done with me yet, as his kisses went all the way down to my pussy. His tongue moved between my folds, finding my clit. I was sensitive. I stood with my legs slightly spread, my hands pulling at his hair, eagerly sucking and teasing my sensitive flesh. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and power as I reveled in the attention of two men at once. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let out a moan, my body trembling with desire as they both worshipped me in their own way. Tristan fondled my breasts from behind, his breath against my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you after this,” he rasped.
I couldn’t help but surrender to the pleasure, feeling completely consumed by these two men and the deliciously sinful act we were engaging in. It pushed me over the edge and I orgasmed, my body convulsing as Mr Monroe continued to suck on my clit. He pulled away and stood up as my chest heaved in my euphoric state.
Tristan moved me to the dresser, and bent me over, exposing my ass to them. He fondled my ass cheeks. I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a disheveled mess, my lipstick was smeared. I heard Tristan unzip his pants and he stood behind me. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance and then he pushed in. I parted my lips with a gasp, he didn’t stop, he dived right into thrusting in and out of me. His powerful thrusts made the mirror shake in front of me. I can see our reflections in the mirror, his lean muscular frame moving rhythmically against my own, the look of concentration and pleasure on his face.
My body trembled. His warm hands gripped my hips as he thrust inside me with a primal intensity. My breath caught in my throat as I reached my own peak, feeling his release wash over me like a wave crashing on the shore. In that moment, we were lost in each other, our bodies merging and melting into one. “Fuck!” he roared as his face contorted with his release inside of me. He pulled out. “Your turn,” he said.
Mr Monroe came into view behind me as I saw him already pumping his hard cock with his hand, and then he pushed into me. I gasped aloud, as he filled me up all the way to the hilt. His hands gripped my hips. I can feel every inch of him inside me, and my own pleasure builds with each of his powerful thrusts until I am crying out Tristan’s name, my body shuddering with ecstasy as he reaches his own climax. Filling me up with his fluids.
“What the fuck are you doing with her?!” Tristan roared, and then I snapped out of it as Tristan held Mr Monore by his shirt collar, fuming. Fuck! My top was still halfway unzipped and my skirt was still in place.
“I was only helping to unzip her top, she asked me, but I promise there is nothing more,” Mr Monroe tried to reassure Tristan.
“Get the hell away from here,” Tristan hissed, and he pushed Mr Monroe towards the door.
“Tristan,” I said as he turned to face me, he was livid. I was still wrapping my mind around what I had just thought about. My teacher and Tristan. I cannot let my thoughts go in that direction.
“Has he tried to do anything?” he asked, studying my face.
“No, I asked him to help me. What are you doing here?” I asked, swallowing, trying to play it cool after those intense thoughts.
“You seem flustered,” he furrowed his brows.
“I’m just getting hot,” I said as I moved away from him.
“We need to talk, and I need you to hear me out.”
I looked at him, and that desperate look resurfaced on his face. I don’t know if I want to hear what he has to say. Maybe if I listened, then he would leave me alone.