Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  He dips his head and I think this is it. I’m finally going to feel him on me. Instead he runs the tip of his nose over my seam and the erotic view makes me cream even more. I whimper, heat forcing a shudder through me.

  He inhales long and hard like he can’t get enough of me to fill him. “A drug. You smell like the one thing we shouldn’t want, baby.”

  I gasp, panting, unable to squeeze my legs together to relieve the utterly divine sensations they fill me with.

  “She’s so desperate for us, she’s dripping. Soaking the seat and my hands and that little untouched asshole.”

  Holding his eyes, I can’t help the shy gasp that rushes through me when he pries my ass cheeks apart with his hands and growls.

  Like honest to God growls like a beast in heat for his mate.

  Maybe that’s going too far but the sound reaches so far inside me I don’t know how else to explain it.

  Alone, pinned between my two fantasies and masked by the night, I feel my courage build. I reach behind me and take Samuel’s length in my palm and caress him through the rough denim of his jeans.

  I’m not sure if I’m being too bold so I move my hand away and Samuel catches it in his.

  “It’s okay, baby, you can touch. God, I’m dying for your touch.” He presses a hand to my back. “Sit up a little, let me help you.”

  Between my legs Elliot is watching up the length of my body. He reaches for the elastic band of my dress holding my tits away from them and pulls.

  My pillowy breasts fall free and Elliot’s cheeks hollow as he sucks one nipple into his hot mouth, working the tip with his wicked tongue. My other nipple puckers, wanting the same attention, and he takes the large mound of my breast in his hand and massages the tender flesh, stroking a thumb over the taut peak.

  I arch into his touch and shudder when I hear a broken male groan come from his friend. He pulls me back into his chest. His hot, hard-as-steel length presses between my ass cheeks and I can’t help what my body does next.

  Biting my lip, I hold Elliot to my breast and rock my hip, stroking Samuel with the small shimmy of my hips. I love the feel of him slipping through my juices. If it’s this good dry-humping his cock, what would having them both inside me do to my self-control?

  I reach between us and run the soft pad of my finger over my pulsing clit. The small tease of my nub causes me to squirt liquid, and I dip my finger in, my walls clenching. I can feel my orgasm building. I swear it will not take much to push me to the edge.

  “Fuck, baby, I need that in my mouth. Keep my friend’s cock happy with your ass while I pleasure your pussy with my mouth.”

  Elliot takes my hand in his and licks my fingers clean, pressing my thighs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. I tremble from the hunger in his eyes.

  Samuel wraps an arm around my waist and pumps me up and down his length in slow agonizing strokes. My juice coat my thighs and spill to wet his cock. Every time he pulls me down, his thickness nudges my tight back entrance and I’m so turned on I can’t help but need more there. Will they both take me? At once? I’m nowhere near as experienced as I want to be for them, but I can’t let that worry me now.

  Samuel tilts my head and takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth and teases the flesh. “Watch him.”

  How can I look away?

  On full display, I look down my body and nearly shatter in their arms when Elliot’s hot tongue strokes against my clit for the first time.

  “Oh,” I cry out and Samuel anchors me to him.

  I shove my hands in his hair, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Not at first. He makes me suffer through agonizing seconds of him flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, holding my slit and ass open for all the juices to run down my body before he drags his thick tongue over my pouty lips.

  He swirls his tongue and my whole body shakes. No, I’m a damn mini earthquake.

  “Fuck,” I pant but he’s not done.

  He grins up at me and shoots a look at his friend. My heart races because I’m finally getting what I want.

  Samuel takes my nipples between his fingers as he slowly grinds against my ass.

  The mouth between my legs doesn’t stop at my tight entrance. Elliot moves back farther, and I cry out when a thick tongue drags across my back entrance. Samuel trails his fingers over my stomach, slips a finger between my lips and works my clit as Elliot works my ass with his tongue. Relentless and focused, they tease my body in unison until I can feel the edges of my vision blur, my body contract and my core clench.

  “Oh,” I whimper.

  I dig my heels into the soft leather and the tips of my nails scratch over Elliot’s shoulders.

  “Shh, baby, just feel right now. Take everything we give you.” He brings his finger to my mouth and Elliot takes his place circling a big finger over my aching, desperate clit.

  I suck his finger between my lips and cry out when his mouth crashes onto mine as we share the taste of my juices.

  Elliot works my most private of places as he tongue fucks my pussy and I can’t hold on.

  I don’t want to.

  Samuel tightens his hold on me, licking, sucking, or tasting every part of my mouth.

  My body begins to shake and I arch, pushing my vagina into my professor’s face as my body begins to shatter around my orgasm. Hot liquids squirt and the wicked view of my wetness covering my professor’s face makes my core clench with another burst of release. I cry out the full force of my climax into my other professor’s mouth.

  Sandwiched between both forbidden men, I can’t tell who is breathing the hardest.

  “Like honey.” Elliot growls with what sounds like satisfaction and pushes to his knees, but not before he kisses each of my swollen lips.

  The wicked glint in his eyes tells me this is where everything becomes more.

  Hotter.

  Dirtier.

  And scandalously filthier.

  I smile down the length of my exposed body and squeeze my legs against Elliot’s strong, wide shoulders and love the feel of all that muscle between my legs.

  “Do you like how I taste, Professor?”

  A flash of light shines into the car and my heart is no longer racing from the lust in my blood. It’s dead in my chest along with all the air in my lungs.

  My lungs contract and refuse to work for long seconds.

  Oh shit.

  Fear paralyzes me and both men move swiftly to cover my body with theirs, making sure to shield my face. A car rolls past us and through a small gap between the men I spy a group of college boys pile out of a dark car and start tossing around a football. Jocks looking to kick off their spring break. I spot a six-pack in one’s hand and know they have no interest in us.

  But it’s too late. It was close to frigid inside the car and I’m not talking about the weather. Reality all but shattered through the shield of fantasy that separated us from the real world. I can physically feel the men pulling back from me and it hurts.

  Well screw that.

  I bring my gaze back to Elliot’s and I watch as the hunger leaches from his once lit expression, barrels toward dread and swiftly morphs into regret.

  “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So damn sorry.”

  I swallow, my mouth dry as my professor scrubs his hands over his face and wipes away the evidence of our shared time on the cuff of his rolled-up sleeve.

  My heart falls when Samuel mirrors his friend and slowly rights my dress and sets me aside from him.

  “Let’s get you home.” Samuel’s voice is tight, controlled and icy compared to the warm, caring man that just made love to my mouth moments ago.

  The arctic blast of his words stings but I hold a blank expression in check. I refuse to let either of them see how much their withdrawal hurts me.

  All the signs tell me they want what we just shared as much as I do, but the consequences of our actions tonight crush anything serious before it can start.

  I choke down all the emotions and hide
them behind a lie. “I get it.” I offer a tight smile, unable to draw my eyes to theirs. I don’t want them to see the hurt so I refasten my strapless bra and smooth my hands along my dress.

  But I can’t ignore the burning desire they’ve stirred in me and I don’t want the night to end.

  But what the hell can I do about that?

  I know wanting them is wrong and dangerous to all our futures, but I saw the look in their eyes and I know this is not some fleeting fun for them. It was the same look my father gave my mother all those years ago. I don’t remember much from that time but I remember that look. The way he would kiss her when he thought I wasn’t looking and the way she kissed him back.

  I want a love like that in my life. I’m so tired of feeling alone. I feel that with these two men I can’t walk away from either one or deny what I’m feeling no matter if they are twice my age and a taboo in the eyes of society.

  Elliot snatches my phone from the floor where it must have fallen from the single small pocket in my dress and gently places it in my lap. Beside me, Samuel drags his still hard cock back into his pants with a grunt.

  “Are we not all adults here? Why should we fear wanting this? It’s not like we have to announce it in the school Gazette. It’s not like I will tell,” I say quietly, not trusting where my head is going with my train of thought.

  Beside me both men grow still and slowly turn their gazes on me. Even in the darkened cab of the SUV I can see the fierceness in their eyes and my skin prickles, causing my nipples to harden.

  “It’s not us we are worried about. We’re grown men and don’t give a shit about what people say behind our backs. You, on the other hand? Your life is just starting out and you have a full ride all the way to the top. We can’t fuck that up for you no matter what we may want. Now drop it, Emberly, and let’s get you home.” Elliot’s words are gruff and a little more than just strained as he speaks.

  I ball my hands in my lap and clamp my mouth shut. How many times have I not learned actions speak louder than words? Through high school I’d tried every which way to get my mother’s attention. Nothing caught her eye until I walked through the door with my full scholarship offer.

  Same thing here. Only action will get these men’s attention.

  Anger and determination wraps around the hard set of my shoulders as they drive me back to my apartment.

  Elliot’s eyes find mine in the rearview mirror and burn right through me. Beside my Samuel slams a fits against the door and I jump. “Damn it don’t look at us like we’ve kicked your fucking puppy, Emberly.” His brows draw together and I want nothing more than to reach out and smooth the tight skin between his eyes. But I keep my hands to myself.

  “We don’t like this any more than you do.” Elliot finishes his friend’s thoughts, but they lost sync somewhere along the way because in the next instant I can hardly breathe. Samuel’s hands are on my face and his lips claiming mine. There is no way my pulse can shoot any higher. Elliot’s growl of pent up frustration roars from the front seat.

  Panting Samuel breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine.

  “You’re too fucking good for us anyway.”

  Elliot rolls the truck to a stop outside my building. Samuel steps from the SUV and I follow, wrapping my arms around my shoulders when the cool air hits my warm skin.

  “Wait. Come here, honey.” Samuel pulls Elliot’s jacket from the back seat and slides it around my arms.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “We will wait here until you are safely inside.” Samuel takes my shoulders, turns me around and nudges me forward with a swat on my ass.

  “Go before I change my mind and ruin everything for all of us right here in front of the whole damn town.”

  At this hour no one is awake to witness anything, but I only nod, secure in what I have to do next.

  The door to my apartment shuts behind me with a soft click and I lock the deadbolt once I’m inside. My body is still tingling, vibrating from the feel of their touch. I peer from the front window to see them slowly pull away from the curb and clamp my thighs closed trying to ward off the lingering feel of Elliot’s tongue flicking across my clit.

  It’s no use. I barely have a chance to let my dress fall to the floor before I’m on my bed and my finger against my clit working my hot, aching nub. My bra joins the heap of my dress and I’m pinching my nipples and rocking my hips to the filthy image of my professors between my young thighs.

  In my mind it’s Elliot slipping one finger and then another into my wet slit. It’s Samuel twirling my nipples and massaging my breasts with his strong hands.

  I gasp and my skin warms as I pull at my nipples as I imagine Professor Samuel sliding his thick length between my hungry lips, his hot precum on my tongue, and then he’s bending me over his friend as he runs his hard cock through my juices and nudging my back entrance.

  I’m panting as both of them enter my body, slow at first, and then fucking me hard and fast with their large cocks.

  In my fantasy I see myself pinned between both men, their rock-hard bodies molding to my softer one, their hands exploring my body, claiming me with their touch as much as they are with their cocks.

  Having never had a man, much less two, I let my fantasies fill with tonight’s experiences. Their taste and their tough burn into my memory.

  In my mind I’m pleasuring them as much as they are me and I know just what they like. I clamp my body around both their lengths and milk them with small motions, their hot seed shooting into me and filling both my holes.

  The mental image of my professors holding me and us coming together is all I need. My orgasm comes fast and barrels me over the edge. I ride it out with a sharp cry of surprise on my lips.

  As I fall I can’t stop the forbidden feeling of belonging to them from taking over me. I know deep down these two much older men own me and if I want them as mine, I’ll have to play dirty.

  Chapter Seven

  Elliot

  Wrong.

  This is. Dead wrong. It doesn’t matter the angle, every second of the last twelve hours is wrong.

  Emberly is what? Eighteen? No. Nineteen, like that makes it any of this better. I scrub a palm over my face and try to make sense of my jumbled thoughts.

  I know the social stigmas that wrap around a taboo like this. Two older men like us with a young, flawless woman like her will sink her future faster than her wrapping a cement block around her feet and trying to swim.

  Now add that we are her professors and wanting more than a quick fling in the back of my SUV.

  There’s no denying last night happened. But if anyone were to find out about our makeout session between one of BU’s most promising students and two of her professors, let’s just say our employer would have a thing or two to say and it would end with two words: You’re fired.

  But what would happen to Emberly worries me more. You didn’t just wake up and decide to enroll in Blackthrone University on a whim. It took years of work and a backbone stronger than forged steel to get into this school, and Emberly did it all on her own.

  Last night I stayed up all night going over her file for what had to be the tenth time. I’m still stunned. Seeing her walk away from us last night was the hardest thing I’ve done in my life. It was easier walking away from millions of dollars in NFL contracts to raise my baby sister than putting the truck in gear and driving away.

  Part of me wants to thank whoever the hell stopped us from claiming Emberly right there in the back of my SUV, and the other half is furious over the interruption. Because I know for a fact I would not have stopped until I watched my seed drip from her tight little slit. Then I would have watched Samuel do the same, our seed mixing and planting a baby in her womb.

  I shove the door to my classroom open and find the insides empty and dark just like I feel. It takes a second for me to realize there’s no class today and I’ve walked through a building without spotting another human being.

  G
ood. Two weeks of no interruptions and I can bury myself in my work. Maybe I can use this time to purge my senses of all her supple skin, juicy tits and the taste of her on my tongue.

  Damn it. I’m groaning and rearranging my dick in my pants before that entire thought can cross my mind. Who the fuck am I kidding?

  Now that I’ve had a taste I want more. My cock is harder than steel in seconds. My usual response any time I have Emberly on the brain. Which has been constant for the past eight-plus hours. I’m not going to even touch what she’s done to me over the past years. I can’t look at another woman without picturing her. It’s all levels of fucked up. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.

  I turn down a dark, empty hall and head toward the history department and my office. I can’t help the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that we might have scared off Emberly, and it pisses me the hell off. I’m halfway to my office when my phone pings with a message from Samuel:

  Meet me in your office

  Before I can hit reply I turn the corner and see Samuel leaning against the wall, feet crossed and chin tucked against his chest. A habit left over from his soldiering days.

  “Damn it,” I mutter with a grimace eating up my face. I’ve known the man long enough to know that’s his stance when he’s made his mind up about something. I don’t need to be a psychic to know what—or rather who—about.

  “Don’t even start, man,” I don’t wait to hear what he has to say. I already know where he wants to go with this.

  He pushes off the wall and his stance now matches mine. Crossed arms, shoulders pinned back, ready for a verbal sparring match.

  “How the fuck are we going to fix this?”

  I glare at Samuel. “You should already know the answer to that. We have two weeks to flush her sweet fucking taste from our heads before she waltzes into our classrooms. I suggest you get started. You don’t have much time.”

  “And you?” He huffs a sarcastic sound when I don’t answer. Which he also takes as a personal cue to continue. “You know she’s the one for us.”