Chapter Ten
Emberly
Samuel widens me with his massive thighs and has the tip of his cock poised at my entrance. He bends over me and takes my mouth with his, and I wrap my arms around him, holding on. I can taste my juices on his lips and I don’t even care. And I don’t think he cares that he can taste himself on me either. It’s damn sexy and I take our kiss deeper, stroking his tongue with mine. Silky wet heat slips from my entrance and he runs the fat head up my seam. I can feel the second he penetrates me and I gasp into his mouth.
Professor Elliot is behind me, and I break the kiss to fall back into his strong arms.
“God help me, my cock is aching for you so damn much. This might hurt at first, baby. I’m so sorry if it does, but we’ll make it better. Promise I’ll be gentle.”
I can see Samuel’s muscles tense and strain.
I cup his face in the palm of my hand. “I know. You won’t hurt me, I promise. I want this. Please don’t stop. I want to feel you inside me. All of you. If I don’t, I don’t think I can live with that.”
“I don’t think either of us can now.” Elliot turns my head and takes my lips in a hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. He runs his hand over my stomach and takes my soft breasts in his hands and works the nipples just how I like. I’m groaning into his mouth and he devours each sound as Samuel slides in one teasing inch at a time.
I shimmy and rock my hips, easing Samuel’s cock deeper. I’m so wet and so desperate to have him that my body relaxes around his length, and he slips inside until I feel his balls slap against my ass.
“Oh my God, yes.” I scream and clench my walls. How can I not? He’s so big and fills me up until my breath catches.
The sudden intrusion drives me into Elliot’s waiting arms, and I’m wrapping my legs around Samuel’s waist, dragging him closer, deeper, before I know what I’m doing.
“Your little body is hungry for us, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I groan and I can’t begin to describe how true that one word is.
He starts to slide out and the walls of my slicked up channel grips him tight, sucking his length as he leaves my body. I bring my eyes level with his as Elliot holds me tight and Samuel drives back in, rocking all three of us with his powerful thrust.
My hair drapes over my stomach and across Elliot’s arms and the long strands bounce as Samuel sets a fast rhythm. I clutch anything my hands can find. Papers, notepads, rippling muscles. I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp down on my lips with my teeth to keep from screaming the pure, raw need barreling through me. This is nothing compared to the self-pleasuring I’ve done. So much force is burning through me I can’t catch my breath.
Samuel wraps his strong hands around my hips and pounds into my pussy, sending stacks of papers careening to the floor and causing the desk to squeak as we rock.
My tits bounce high on my chest, and it’s not long before Elliot has them in his mouth, making love to them as Samuel pulls an orgasm from me.
Elliot tangles his hand in my hair and slips a hand down my stomach to drag a thick finger through my sweet lips to find the little nub tucked away there.
I gasp and rock my hips, causing Samuel to curse long and low. “Fuck, don’t do that. Don’t make me cum yet.”
I do it again and love the wild look in his eyes. A fine sheen of sweat coats his chest and I reach out and touch what’s mine.
All mine.
Heat blooms from my core and consumes my body in a flash fire I’m not totally expecting. I gasp for air and Samuel’s speed increases. My mouth opens and I’m about to scream my release when Elliot’s hand comes down over my lips. “Our little secret, remember, baby girl?”
I lose all control and I don’t have a choice if I want to come. Samuel pulls my orgasm from me like a sorcerer.
“Oh fuck, Professor. I‘m going to come. You’re going to make me—Ohhhh!”
He drives into me, his balls slapping against my ass and Elliot works my clit with his thumb. That’s all I need. My walls clench and I explode on Samuel’s cock.
My orgasm shatters me from the inside out and I tumble over the edge even harder when Samuel throws his head back and roars his own release into me. Hot jets of sperm wet my walls, and I milk his length with my tight pussy.
He tries to pull out, but I clamp down even harder and he bites back a growl. “Don’t worry, baby, this isn’t over yet.”
I grin up at him and before I know it, Elliot is slipping his cock inside my freshly fucked hole and Samuel has taken his place behind me. Our juices mix and the sticky wet sound of him pounding into me fills his office.
I can feel Samuel’s seed drip from me and wet my thighs, and it makes me ready to cum all over again. Elliot is driving in deep and I can feel the length of Samuel’s already hardening cock press into my back. These men are so much more than I ever imagined.
Every muscle from my toes all the way up to my neck tense as Elliot takes my ankles in his hands and holds me open. He’s strained, panting and I don’t know who is more ready for the coming orgasm he’s working up in both of us.
Elliot pulls out and poises the fat head of his cock on the tip of my entrance, and I shimmy my hips.
“I want you to watch as I mark your cunt and mix our sperms in your sweet body.”
Eyes wide, I can’t look away if I tried.
He drives back in and Samuel presses a thumb against my sensitive clit.
I scream, arch and buck against their hold. I can’t help it. “Don’t stop. Yes, right there.” I pant and he doesn’t let me down.
“Oh baby, fuck yes, I don’t plan to. Just the thought of you round with our baby has my cock throbbing to unload in your sweet body.”
“Again and again. You’re not leaving our bed for the next two weeks.” Samuel sucks my lower lip between his and nibbles on the plump flesh.
Elliot wraps my legs around his waist and lifts my ass off the desk. He drives into me so hard I can feel him marking me with his touch, his scent…his everything. Just as Samuel did. After this I’ll never be able to walk the halls of these schools without everyone knowing who I belong to.
And I’m okay with that.
A naughty thrill fills me and I tighten the walls of my channel around his length and rock my hips just right that puts the same wild look in his eyes as it did to Samuel.
“Come for me now.”
My breath is coming in rushes and my chest rises and falls.
There’s nothing soft about Elliot’s command, His hold on my hips tightens I know I’ll have bruises. Those four small words do something to my body and I’m shivering with a second release as though he only has to pull a string or say a word and my body is ready to obey.
My whole body trembles and Samuel is right there muffling my screams with his lips on mine.
Elliot clenches his teeth and I know he’s holding back the roar. His dick pulses within me, and I moan the second I feel his red hot cum coat my walls.
A roguish grin widens his lips as he falls over me. Wrapped in my professors’ arms, I soak in what just happened. I’m one hundred percent positive this is not going to be easy, but I’m convinced anything worth having always comes with a lot of hard work and a solid backbone.
Good thing I don’t scare easy.
I swallow my throat tight from the sudden—and wanted—change in the dynamics of the evening.
Samuel leans down and presses his lips to my ear. I let my eyes drift closed as his deep voice works over me like a slow, delicious burn. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Elliot grabs my panties, or what is left of them, and cleans me with the soft lace before helping me to my feet.
I don’t know why but what I have to say next doesn’t come easy. “Promise me this isn’t a one-time thing.” Samuel and Elliot both come to stand in front of me. “I need to hear the words.”
Elliot tips my chin. “How could one time with the woman we love ever be enough?”
“Love?” I ask.
“It’s okay, baby. We know.” Elliot kisses me and I feel the truth in his words.
“God, you look beautiful with your thighs slick with our loads.” Samuel takes my hands in his. Both are standing in front of me their cocks hard and slick ready for more, their jeans slung low on their hips and I can’t recall a more erotic sight.
“Spend spring break with us and we’ll figure everything else out as we go along. No one needs to find anything out. We meant what we said. You’re ours now as much as we are yours.”
“Forever?” I take my bottom lip in my mouth and lean into their open arms and I finally feel like I belong somewhere, not just existing.
“God, baby, if you’ll have us. Yes,” Samuel mumbles against my hair. He places a kiss on the top of my head.
“You’re forever ours and there’s not another woman in this world that could take us away from you. Heart, soul and body. We’re yours if you’ll have us.”
I can feel my blood pounding in my ears and I’m shaking from all the emotions flooding my system.
“Yes. I can’t wait to start on a forever.”
Elliot tips my chin up. “Did you bring something else to wear besides my coat? We don’t think you should be walking around showing what belongs to us.”
“We might have to beat back the entire school if we let you leave here in nothing but that jacket.”
“Yes, I didn’t know how this would turn out or if I would chicken out so I packed a bag of clothes.” I point to my bag and both men make quick work of redressing and passing me my clothes.
“You always travel around with your thesis, sweetheart?” Elliot holds up a two-hundred page binder that holds three years of hard work and countless notes.
“Maybe”—I smile—“unless you can fill every single second of my days between now and the time spring break ends with something more…educational?” I let that question dangle between us.
Beside me, Elliot growls. “I think I hear a challenge in her words. What do you think, Sam?”
Sam is rebuttoning his shirt and tucking in the ends all the while wearing the most arrogant of smiles and it sends a flutter through me that can mean nothing else than pure, raw need and happiness.
I take my jeans and sweater and dress quickly, refastening the heels. While I packed most of what I needed, a change of footwear didn’t cross my radar. Oh well the red matches my sweater and skinny jeans anyway.
Elliot starts to tidy up our mess when a loud knock turns us all toward the locked door.
I quickly straighten my hair and take a seat in the chair when I spy my panties on the corner of Elliot’s desk just as Samuel swings the door wide. If that’s not bad enough, I know I look like two men just shared me over their desk. Pouty, swollen lips, my hair’s a mess and I’m not naïve enough to not know the delicious scent of sex lingers in a room.
The dean is on the other side of the door and he doesn’t look happy. He looks even more unhappy when he spots me sitting cross-legged in the office with the schools most gossiped about professors.
“Ms. Kennedy. School is out. What are you doing here?”
I never was a good liar so I stuck as close to the truth as possible.
“Dean Winslow. Good to see you. There was an incident last night that needs your attention. I was coming to your office next.”
“Oh? So I’ve heard. That doesn’t explain why you are here.” He shoots me a puzzled look just as Thomas Cane steps into the light spilling out of the office into the dark corridor.
I almost lose my train of thought, but I quickly shove the asshole’s smug face out of mind and find my flow.
I pull out my phone from my backpack and pull up my mother’s texts from last night. I flip it around and show him how my mother ditched me for a spring trip to Paris with her new husband.
Rosalee had called it yesterday back in the pub and I didn’t want to listen.
“Since I have two weeks on my hands I’d like to go over my thesis. The professors were kind enough to entertain my hundreds of questions on the idea of global democracy and how it links to current foreign affairs between the allied countries.”
Dean Winslow’s eyes bounce between me and my professors a few seconds and I can tell in his reddened checks he’s on the verge of wanting to ask the question that could sink us all.
“Yeah that’s the bitch that assaulted me last night, Dean Winslow. Expel her or you’re gonna lose my dad’s large donations. And those professors, they’re the ones that gave me this black eye.”
And just like that the dean shifts his focus, and I have a sudden urge to hug Thomas. But not really. I mostly want to kick the jerk in the nuts. Repeatedly.
Beside me I can tell from the scrunched up expression of the men their thoughts run parallel to mine.
But when he sees Samuel cross his arms and Elliot come to stand behind me, Thomas’s face blanches like a white sheet.
“Ms. Kennedy, Mr. Cane has written up a report that states you attacked him last night and yes, mentions both you, Professor Elliot and Professor Samuel.”
“That’s a fucking lie—the little shit tried to force himself on Ms. Kennedy and she was left with no choice but to defend herself.”
“And when Thomas’s friends tried to move in, the professors came to my rescue.”
I take out my phone again and flick open the screen and pull up all the YouTube videos that have blown up overnight with thousands of views.
“See for yourself.”
It doesn’t take long for the dean the turn to a withering Thomas who suddenly has nothing else to say.
“See that you finish up your questions and leave the professors to their work promptly, Ms. Kennedy. Professors, I’ll look for your written report of the incident right after spring break.”
“Yes, sir,” Elliot offers, shaking the man’s hand.
And just as fast as the interruption came, Dean Winslow and the squirrely little shit beside him were off, leaving me alone again with Elliot and Samuel.
Samuel closes the door and I sink into the chair, but I don’t have time to get comfortable. Elliot is jerking me into his arms and Samuel is flicking the lock.
Oh boy.
“That was smart thinking, baby.” Elliot kisses me lightly and Samuel pulls me in for a hug.
“I almost passed out. I really don’t know how I’m still standing.”
“You won’t be for long.”
Over top my head Elliot nods to his friend. “Let’s get her back to your place where it’s nice and quiet and give her that spanking.”
My mouth hinges open. I thought they had forgotten. Heat creeps into my cheeks and I can’t help the smile that pulls on my lips.
“She’s been naughty. Teased our cocks for nearly four years, walked the halls of this school in nothing but a coat, showing everyone what belongs to us.”
“Hardly anyone is here,” I argue, but no one is listening.
Samuel continues as if I hadn’t spoken. “Nearly got us fired and herself expelled.”
“Yep, I think that tight little ass of hers could use our hands against all that creamy flesh.”
“Oh God,” I whimper drenching my fresh panties. What have I stepped into?
A dream, I answer. A wonderful dream I never want to wake from.
Elliot wraps me in his arms and pulls me up for a quick kiss. “Let’s take you home, sweetheart.”
I’m finally where I belong, I might be a sweet treat for my professors, but I’m also their everything. And they are mine.
Epilogue
Emberly
Seven months later
The past seven months have been a huge eye-opener for me. I’ve come to realize all those romance novels my best friend loves might not be so wrong after all. Getting the guys and living happily ever after isn’t such a fairytale. Not when I can reach out and t
ouch my fantasy and have them touch me right back.
I push open the large door to the local coffee shop and head straight for Rosalee. “Ugh, another two months and I’ll burst. I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
I join my friend at a small table for two and grin as she tries to wrap me in a warm hug around my swelling belly.
“It’s so good to see you!” Rosalee sighs. “Nothing to do but wait it out and let those two men of yours dote on you, hand and foot. You better not even try to tell me you don’t love them pampering you day and night.”
I cringe a little and pick up the chamomile tea Rosa ordered for me. The smell of the coffee house is addictive and the pastries are to die for but I resist the urge and settle for my tea instead.
“Last night I had the most horrible leg cramp and Samuel spent an entire hour massaging the muscle.”
“Mmm-hmm. From that wicked smile on your face that’s not the only thing that man massaged.” Rosa wiggles a finger my way.
I hide my smile and don’t do such a good job of hiding the deep scarlet hitting my cheeks. My Irish blood is always giving up all my secrets.
As it turns out I was right about my professors and the only regret I have is waiting so long to share my feeling with them. They are the perfect men for me and despite my age, or maybe because of it, I’m the perfect woman for them. We fit together seamlessly. Three months after our hot fling in Elliot’s office I studied my ass off and graduated at the top of my class under my own hard work.
During that time we kept our relationship from the public eye. But all bets were off as soon as the ink dried on my diploma. And not a moment too soon. By the fourth month of my pregnancy I started showing and our little secret hit the gossip rounds fast enough to give me whiplash.
Now I’m looking to further my education and work toward my Masters and maybe even my Ph.D. and my men couldn’t be happier or more supportive. Girls my age might not be looking to settle down, but what I share with my new family feels right for me and that is all that matters.
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