The Teacher

15: WREN

Wren let this be the last time.

I repeat over and over as I crawl onto the bed. I can't and won't get mixed up with him any further. It's just sex. Let's make tonight a night to remember and move on. I lean against the several pillows and spread my legs slowly, remembering to keep my eyes on him, but he looks away. My fingers danced along my stomach, awaiting him to look at me. It feels like hours have gone by. I know it's only seconds, but Skylar doesn't look at me.

"Are you having some internal conflict going on? We don't have to do anything if you're second-guessing this." As much as I want this man to take me, I don't want to be with someone who feels conflicted. "I'm going to leave," I mumble, getting off the bed.

"Why—"

I slip on my dress. "You seem like a great guy, and Roxie is lucky to have you."

He finally looks at me. Just fucking peachy. At the sound of her name, he wants to look at me. Yeah, this man is not someone I should involve myself with any further. He's in love with his assistant. At least I found this out in the beginning rather than the end.

"Wren, I'm not with Roxie."

"Not yet, anyway. I have to go, Skylar." I don't linger around, hoping to hear him tell me not to go. I don't stroll towards the door, hoping he will grab me and manhandle me back to the bed. I haul ass out of that room. There are plenty of dicks in Austin, ones not in love with their assistants. I don't need to leave out a smut-filled fantasy with Skylar.

I need to find Yiyi and leave. I should leave her ass here like she did me once we arrived. I remember she told me she would be in a room, but there are just too many to know which one to be exact. The first few rooms are just full of orgies. I stop at another room with two men fucking each other and a woman watching, touching herself.

Not a Yiyi in sight.

I move to the next room and freeze.

A naked woman is lying on her back, legs spread. A man is lying on her right side, sucking on her breast, while another man is sucking his dick. I've never been interested in two men fucking each other, but when a woman is involved, it intrigues me. It is a guilty pleasure of mine to read some smut novels. A well-written MMF always has me seeking my vibrator at night.

I can see her pussy glistening from here, so I know the man is servicing them both. When he pulls his head back, releasing the dick from his mouth, and moves toward her pussy, and she responds with a moan of pleasure.

I watch as the man pleasures both male and female on the bed. I can feel the vibration of need gathering at my core. I'm wet, turned on, and need to release. I walk further inside, easing down on the sofa adjacent to the bed. The lights are low, hiding me from what is taking place on the bed just a few feet in front of me.

Leaning back against the sofa, I spread my legs.

"So this is what gets you going?" I don't acknowledge Skylar nor respond to his question. I slowly began rubbing my throbbing clit, making me jerk against the sofa. "I don't share Wren. Remember that." He steps in front of me, blocking my view.

"Move," I moan as I slip two fingers inside myself. "I need to—"

"Allow me." He drops to his knees. Skylar wastes no time removing my hand, and his mouth latches onto my clit in a suction motion. My eyes lock on his, and I begin to grind on his mouth. My sweet crayola, his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers are blessed by the sex god himself. He's devouring my pussy and soul.

The first orgasm came quickly, but he prolonged the second one until I was a whimpering mess. My dress sticks to my sweaty body, and the fabric against my hardened nipples makes me more sensitive than usual. I dare not take the dress off unless Skylar tells me to.