Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  My cock throbs at the memory of her on my tongue, in my hands and in my buddy’s arms. I come close to slamming a fist into the cement wall before I turn on Samuel.

  “Fuck you. She’s barely legal as is. She doesn’t need us.”

  “And that makes your hunger for her all the more voracious, doesn’t it? Knowing she’s untouchable. Don’t try to lie, man ’cause I’m feeling it too, and don’t try to put words and thoughts into this for her. You don’t know what she wants or needs any more than I do.”

  I want to knock that smirk off his face, but he is right. “I think you’re using the wrong head to do all your thinking with.”

  “Have you forgotten how right it felt to have her in our arms last night? I think that bulge in your pants is stopping all the blood flow to your brain. You’re as hard as I am right now and try to tell me you wouldn’t bend her over your desk given the chance.”

  God, do I remember. I can’t get the image of her spread open before me like a goddess out of my head. I know it will take more than a couple of weeks to scrub it from my brain. Try something like never.

  “What do you think? How the hell do you suggest we get around her being our student then?”

  I go to move past him and walk out of here before he has a chance of answering that question and leads us into bigger trouble when he places a hand on my shoulder. “For starters by not discussing it here for anyone to hear.”

  Samuel grabs the handle to my office and we come to a full stop, door wide open and jaws hitting the floor.

  “Emberly?”

  My heart is racing when green eyes hit mine.

  Light from a small lamp in the corner of my office casts a golden hue over the sweet angel standing in front of my desk.

  And suddenly that’s all that matters. That she’s here and I can’t remember why wanting her is a bad idea.

  Samuel shoulders around me at the sound of my surprise. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

  She has my coat on and I like how she looks wearing something of mine. Too much, in fact. My head screams ours and my dick doesn’t help the situation at all.

  “Getting a few things straight, Professors.”

  Her flawless skin turns a sweet flush of pink and I find myself stepping inside the office and Sam closing and locking the door behind us.

  Emberly bits her lip and crosses and uncrosses her legs. That’s when I see the red stilettoes. My coat rests high on her thigh and it’s impossible not to appreciate all that smooth creamy skin.

  Did she come to school like that? Did anyone see her?

  Last night confusion and worry conflicted in her expression but there was hunger there too. Today all that is gone. This girl is up to something. It’s etched into the straight line of her shoulders and the saucy tilt of her cherry red lips.

  “Emberly?” I drawl and that’s when she does it.

  Red-tipped nails untie the leather sash cinching my jacket around her waist. In the next instant black leather pools around her feet and my dick turns to granite behind the zipper of my jeans.

  Emberly is standing in nothing but a red lacy—God, I hope a thong—and those heels. Absolutely nothing else.

  She blushes a deep scarlet that matches her lingerie number and I think Samuel is about ready to pounce on the teasing little minx.

  “I decided something last night as I watched the two of you drive away from me.”

  “Fuck, Emberly, it’s not like we wanted to.”

  She holds up a finger to silence Samuel and I smile when the little movement works.

  She takes one step our way, then another. Each one slow and measured.

  Her hips dip, sway and whatever else it is that a woman does to make a man lose his ability to form words. All I know is that each little flick acts like a draw on my cock. Precum slips from the swollen head to wet the inside of my boxers.

  Holy shit. What has she done to me?

  I inhale sharply. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Emberly.” She rests a palm on my chest and one on Samuel’s.

  “That’s just it, Professor Elliot. Samuel. I’m done playing.” Never, Sam, I notice. She always goes for my friend’s full name, and I can see what it does to the man. She tilts her head up and flashes me a look that has my heart pumping harder.

  “I want you. Both of you. Not some spring fling fuck fest either that I can pen all about in my journal. Not that I have one. But, that’s beside the point.” She glides her palms over our hearts, and I hold back a groan. “I know you feel what I feel.”

  “Now you can take me here or we can go to your place or mine, but I’m tired of being alone. I thought this could be our little secret for now. Follow through with last night?”

  The sad look that passes over her expression breaks my damn heart and the only thing that takes that particular sting away is to place my hand over hers.

  “Do you know what you’re asking for? We’re not two frat boys you’re playing with.”

  “I wouldn’t know what playing with a frat boy is like in or out of bed. I’ve never been attracted to young boys my age. What I want can’t be found with mere boys still trying to find their way in this cold world. I need men to teach me and fulfill my fantasies. I need both of you.”

  Samuel clears his throat beside me, slipping a long strand of her loose hair behind an ear. “You never answered us last night. Is our sweet Emberly a virgin?”

  She’s silent, then sighs quietly. “I’m a dick virgin, Professor. Does that count?”

  Chapter Eight

  Emberly

  Both men grin. “Dick virgin?”

  Elliot almost sounds too stunned to ask what that means.

  “It’s a thing,” I reassure them.

  “I guess so,” Samuel teases, sliding his hands down my sides, the tips of his fingers grazing the underside of my breasts.

  I nod and both men move me between their large, dominant bodies. Samuel takes my hips in his powerful hands and pulls my bare ass cheeks flush against his hard cock as Elliot tilts my chin up until my eyes connect with his.

  “I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t slept with anyone either.”

  That got their attention.

  Elliot’s commanding gaze has all my heart’s confessions on the tip of my tongue, but I hold back, waiting for the right moment to unveil the whole truth that came rushing over me last night.

  I’ve fallen hard for these two forbidden men. What if they don’t feel the same and it comes to only lusting after me? Once they have their fill they could move me aside and go on to the next girl.

  It would break my heart and leave me like my mother. Never trusting another man with my love again. I don’t know if I can live like that. For now, having them here is enough.

  Elliot traces my jawline with the back of his knuckles and leans in to brush his lips over mine. I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to decide if he trusts his gut reaction to me or if he should walk away.

  I know I can’t.

  I take Samuel’s hands and slide them over my soft tits and moan deeply when he tugs on my aching nipples. I press my ass into his bulge. In front of me, I lean in and take Elliot’s lips a little harder, slipping my tongue out to tease the seam of his lips open for me.

  “Please, Professor. Kiss me like last night. Let me have another taste of you,” I beg when he doesn’t open for me. For a second I think he’s going to pull away.

  His jaw twitches and he presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed. Behind me I can feel the heat of Samuel wrapping around me and it weakens me. Has my heart pounding in my chest like I’m trying to outrun the wolves at my door.

  “I thought I was stronger than this.” Elliot all but slings the words at me but they lack any anger.

  “I thought we both were.” Samuel agrees as he inches his lips up the tender flesh of my shoulder, still playing with my nipples.

  My eyelids slip closed and I let the moment take over me. All dares, wishes and fantasies aside, I want th
is for me and I know deep down I’m not misreading any of the signs they are sending out.

  Samuel pulls the soft flesh of my earlobe between his teeth and nips before pulling it into his mouth.

  I gasp.

  “Do you mean you took your own virginity, sweetheart?” His whispered question makes me shiver and I nod.

  “Jesus, Emberly. What the hell, sweetheart?” Samuel curses close to my ear.

  “Don’t be angry, Professor. I did it because—”

  How the heck did I say this without turning fifty shades of red?

  “Emberly?” The soft command in Elliot’s voice pulls it out of me effortlessly.

  “I did it because I wanted to know what you would feel like in me. Both of you. I wanted nothing to stand between the three of us. So I used my small arsenal of sex toys to do the job. It hurt and I only did it once the first week of class.”

  “You did what? Fuck me, your pussy is going to be virgin tight when it milks our cocks.”

  Their eyes roam over my skin and I can feel the blazing need move along the feminine dip of my waist, the heavy roundness of my breasts and against my throbbing nipples.

  Panting like I’ve just completed a five-mile mad dash, I step from between them. Now that I have their attention I don’t stop there. “It’s rude to turn away a thank-you, Professors. Last night I didn’t get to properly express my gratitude.”

  Samuel reaches behind him and double checks the lock, his eyes never leaving mine. Well that’s not true. He can’t stop looking at the red fuck-me heels making my legs look killer, if I do say so myself.

  “You both can be my firsts.”

  Both men stalk forward, losing their shirts to reveal dark, tanned skin and tattoos spiral over ripped muscle.

  “There’s something you need to know about us, Emberly. Elliot and I share everything. Do you understand what I’m saying? Last night was just a taste of what we would want from you.”

  “And we’re not only going to be your firsts. No, baby girl, we’re too old for games. Do you get me?”

  I follow the trajectory of Elliot’s T-shirt that lands over my bag in a nearby chair. Samuel’s joins the pile next.

  “We’re going to be your first and last. Do you understand what we’re saying? After we share your delicious body, you are ours. After today we’re not letting you walk away. Think you can handle that?”

  Handle it. I think I’m going to faint from all the happiness drowning out the loneliness in my heart.

  I’m backing away from them and come to a sudden stop when the hardwood of their desk hits my ass.

  Eyes narrow on me and track my movements. Like I said before. They turn on me like fierce beasts about to claim their mate and when I whimper both growl under their breath at me sending a shiver through my heated body.

  “Understand? I’ve wanted both of you since I sat in the front row of your classes my first day. I’ve never been so hot listening about the Regency era in my life or talk about foreign affairs. I was so confused by how I could want two men.”

  “And how about now? Are you confused now?”

  I shake my head. “Not anymore. I just don’t want history to repeat itself like it did with my mother. I might be young, but I know what I want.”

  “Explain.”

  Always cheap on his words, Elliot grabs my hips and raises me to sit on the end of his desk. Now eye level with them, I hold my breath for the count of five. I can do this. “I’ve fallen in love with you both, and that scares the crap out of me.”

  The rational part of me screams for me to slam on the brakes and backpedal as fast as I can.

  Samuel hauls me to my feet and pivots me around. “Hands on the desk, baby. I want to see what we’re about to claim.”

  Elliot spreads my legs with his strong hands and with a jerk has my thong on the floor.

  “I just bought that,” I whimper over my shoulder with a mock pout.

  “You won’t need anything between us and your body for a long time.”

  “Years, I’m predicting.”

  “Decades,” Elliot corrects Samuel and he grunts.

  “Yes, decades, baby girl.”

  My brain wants to kick in again and rationalize over their words, but my body has other plans.

  I press my backside into their open palms and moan when I feel them working together to part my ass cheeks.

  “Have you ever fantasized about having one of us in your ass while the other takes that dick virgin pussy?”

  “Yes,” I pant and whimper when a thick finger grazes over my puckered back entrance.

  “You know people will talk. The scandal around the school will be salacious to say the least.”

  “I don’t care. I always knew I would never be like anyone else.”

  Clutching the end of the desk I shimmy my ass in, my bouncy tits swaying. “Now fuck me, Professors. Show me exactly how real men pleasure their woman.”

  Chapter Nine

  Elliot

  That sounded like a dare if I ever heard one.

  I want her. Every part of her and I know Sam already said as much. I’ve fought my attraction to Emberly for so long I don’t know any other way. Hearing her sweet plea fall from her lips is my final undoing.

  “We’re going to fuck your sweet little virgin hole, and you’re going to take our hot cum in that tight pink pussy. Do you hear me? It doesn’t matter how you lost your virginity. We’re going to be your firsts and this is all you need to remember.”

  Samuel holds one cheek and runs his tongue over her little ring. I pry her open farther until I groan from the slight of her delicate lips.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she gasps, brings her delicate hands to her breasts and pinches her nipples. She moans and arches, pushing her beautiful ass into our hands. Hot cream spills from her small slit and I dive in, craving a taste.

  I drag my thick tongue up her wet slit and together we make her go wild, perched over the side of my desk. Her long smooth legs tense and flex, and I run my hands over all that tanned skin.

  She starts to wither and move, and I clamp my arm like a steel band around her hips to keep her from making too much noise.

  “I can’t hold on. Stop teasing already,” she begs and I grin with a mouth full of her pussy. Bent over my desk, she plants both hands on the wood and pushes up but we don’t let her move.

  “Naughty little girl. You don’t move until we have our fill.”

  Samuel holds her firmly while I stand and move to the other side of the desk. I take her face in my hands and bruise her lips with a hard kiss, and she groans around the taste of her juices on my tongue.

  My eyes move over my friend’s hands gripping her ass as he tongue-fucks her sweet slit.

  “Sam—” She cries out against my mouth.

  “It’s okay, baby, we have you. Now lick all your juices off his face, baby.”

  Emberly kisses me fiercely like she can’t get enough of me. “Like this, Professor?” she purrs and those three little words make my cock so hard it can cut glass.

  She breaks our kiss, panting as much from our kiss as what Samuel is doing to her. I stand and I don’t have to say a word of what I want. She’s already there, yanking belt buckle open and taking my thick length in her hands.

  “Oh, Professor.”

  I groan as I watch my student in nothing but those fuck-me heels take my cock in her mouth, those beautiful green eyes on mine the whole time.

  Silky warmth wraps around me, and I don’t know what is more breathtaking. The way my dick disappears between her red-tinged lips or the decadent expression of bliss on her face as she sucks me off.

  She is whimpering and bucking her ass against my friend’s face. I bury my hands in her hair and slowly fuck her mouth. I don’t stop driving in until I feel the back of her throat.

  She hollows her mouth, and I’m about to shoot my load down her throat from that one action. I’ve wanted her for so damn long it all wants to pour out of me at once.

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nbsp; I drag all the way out until the tip of my fat cock head perches on her lips. I grip the length and stroke from base to tip watching a thick rope of cum spill from the head.

  Her tongue darts out and she licks up every white-hot drop of cum wetting my hand and cock.

  “Your barely legal pussy is about to get fucked.”

  I look at my friend and he stands, pulling her to his chest. She turns and is on her knees before I can round the desk.

  He has his belt buckle free and her hand slipping in to free my friend’s cock as I join them on the other side of my desk.

  I nod to my friend. “Take him in your mouth like you did me, baby. I want to see you make him squirt a load on your tongue.”

  “Yes, Professor Elliot.”

  She’s kneeling in front of us and I take my cock in my hand and work my length nice and slow, cum slipping out to drizzle over my fingers and to coat my dick.

  Samuel grips his cock and brings the head to Emberly’s swollen lips. “Open for me, baby.”

  Ah fuck, yes.

  I groan, my length swelling twice the size with my need to have her.

  Her small hand slides over Samuel, and she moans the sweetest little sound as he sinks into her hot mouth.

  “Work him good, baby,” I purr. To my surprise, she brushes my hand aside and takes me in her hand. “You like taking your professors between those red-hot lips, don’t you? Sucking us off and tasting our cum.”

  Samuel groans and his head drops back. “Fuck, baby girl. What are you doing to us?”

  He swoops her up and plants her on her feet, his cock leaving her lips with a loud, wet, juicy pop.

  “Did I do something wrong, Professors?”

  “God, no, you’re perfect. That’s the problem.”

  “Over the desk, on your back this time. We’re going to mark that tight hole as ours now, baby. There’s no going back.”

  She gasps and follows orders. “Like this, Professors?”

  Jesus Christ.

  I’m lost to this girl and I don’t even know when exactly it happened. It just did.