I sucked harder on Darien’s cock, and waited, hanging there, dying by degrees because I was afraid and excited.
The first whack made me grunt, but I managed to keep my teeth behind my lips and continued bobbing on my brother’s cock. He thrust his fingers into my hair and fisted it. When he pulled, I groaned around him and moisture built, wetting my folds.
Another whack landed on the fleshy part of my left cheek, and I jerked but didn’t stop. Again, and again, he spanked me, each hit harder than the last, until my groans vibrated on Darien’s cock.
He pulled me up and forced my head to rest against his groin beside his slick cock. “Don’t want to be a eunuch.”
But I rubbed my nose on his shaft, licked the sides, all the while the professor warmed my ass. Slowly, I noted the pain no longer jolted me, that I felt a little dizzy, my vision narrowing to just Darien’s cock in front of my face, my existence centering around the careful thuds the professor delivered.
And then it stopped. I gave a sob and kissed Darien’s cock. I scooted lower and drew his balls into my mouth, needing something to do other than blubbering, because I was shuddering hard, and my breaths were chopped and jagged.
A large hot palm roamed my hot skin. “Close your knees.”
I did so, and pushed up to brace my hands for balance on either side of Darien’s thighs.
And then I felt the professor place his knees beside mine, bracketing me, and then push his cock against my tightened slit. With my legs together, his cock felt even larger pushing into me. He drove in short bursts, easing deeper and deeper, until I felt his skin against my ass and thighs.
Then he pistoned into me, coming hard and fast, heating up my pussy and my inner walls. I was hot. Aroused. But I needed more. I’d never come unless someone touched my clit.
When I was juicy and gasping, Darien tweaked my nipples, pulling them long, then letting them bounce back, over and over. He reached to a small bowl on the nightstand and picked up what looked to be small rubberized alligator clamps.
I knew what he was going to do before he applied them to my sensitive tips. The sting caused my breath to hiss between my teeth, but I flung back my head. My nipples, my pussy—both were so hot and so aroused, I was ready to beg.
But the professor withdrew. I sagged, supported on my arms as he padded around the bed and then lay close to Darien. His gaze held mine as he reached a hand to Darien, gripped his hair and pulled him over his cock.
Darien withdrew from beneath me and bent eagerly over the professor, his downward glides ending in gulps, his upward ones slower as his cheeks hollowed from sucking.
All the while the professor eyed me with the same look he’d always given me—studying me, his hard gaze challenging me. I rose and knelt on the mattress beside his calves, placing my hands on my thighs, and dragging in deep breaths to calm my racing heart. There was more. So much more he would do. All I had to be was patient.
The professor reached and plucked a condom from the nightstand. He pulled on Darien’s head, forcing him up.
Darien gave me a sideways glance, his longish bangs sticking to his forehead. No smirk. Just lust, pouting his mouth, tautening his cheekbones.
The professor held up the condom and Darien took it, rolling it down the professor’s shaft.
“On all fours,” the professor said softly.
Darien faced away and went to his hands and knees beside me.
“Pleasure her while I fuck you. I want to watch.”
My pussy clenched, and I slid sideways, lying back on my elbows, my knees raised as Darien’s head descended, and the professor knelt behind Darien, nudging his knees to place them correctly, then fisting himself and pointing it toward Darien. When he pumped forward, Darien groaned and sucked my labia into his mouth, perhaps to muffle his moans. The sounds vibrated against my sex.
The professor wasn’t tentative. He stroked firmly forward, burying his cock in my brother’s ass. Darien’s body shivered with delight. I let my head fall partway back and looked at the professor through thin slits while I gave him my moans, unmuffled and plentiful.
With the clamps numbing the tips of my breasts, Darien’s sloppy but eager munching, and the professor’s direct stare, I was poised on the edge of the most delicious orgasm I’d ever had. I knew it by the way my core drew tight, like a winding coil. My clit was harder, now fully erect and sliding from under its covering. And Darien, bless him, rubbed the flat of his tongue over the sensitive nub.
The professor bent over Darien and fisted his hand in his hair, pulling it up, away from my cunt. Darien’s body was arched, his expression agonized as the professor pounded his ass.
At last, Darien came, cream spurting on the pristine bedspread. The professor slowed his motions, then slowly pulled free. He crawled off the mattress and disappeared for a minute. I heard a flush, water running, and still, I lay sprawled, my knees raised, my head falling back.
Darien roused and lifted his head. “He forgot about you.”
“He hasn’t forgotten a thing. He’s making me wait.”
His mouth kicked up on one side. “I told him you weren’t patient.” His gaze dropped to my pussy. “I could finish you.”
I shook my head. “I’ll wait.” I tilted my head. “You okay?”
His smile was too quick. “You know my asshole wasn’t virgin.”
“I know, but…are you okay?”
He nodded. “I like being with him,” he whispered. “I like that he wants us both.”
“What’s he think he’s getting? Two sex slaves to serve his needs, just until he passes you. Then what?”
“Why don’t we wait and see,” came the professor’s deep voice from right beside me.
I turned to look up at him. His cock was heavy, still completely engorged. I raked his entire body with my gaze, and I liked what I saw. Lean, wiry frame—he hid a good deal of muscle under his conservative clothing. Brown hair across his chest, a darker line of it that tracked down to his shaved groin.
My mouth watered as I stared at his cock again. I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I wanted him every way I could think of and many more I was sure he’d teach me.
His gaze cut to Darien. “Go clean up. Then fist yourself. I’ll need you hard.”
Darien gave a crisp nod and bounded off the bed, heading eagerly to the bathroom.
“He’s delightful,” the professor said.
“He’s everything I have.”
He caressed my hair. “Then thank you for sharing him.” He quickly donned a condom, climbed onto the bed, and then stepped on his knees between my spread legs. He lifted a hand and opened the clamp on one breast.
I hissed between my teeth as blood flowed into the tip, reawakening it.
But that hiss was cut short as he bent quickly and latched onto my nipple with his lips, pulling on it, swabbing the sore tip with his tongue until my toes curled. Then he raised his head and treated the other tip to the same sweet torture.
My elbows gave and I lay back, my hands above my head, surrendering to whatever he wanted, because I could tell by the way he played with my nipples that he’d be just as careful, just as precise at finding what pleasured me.
Then he was moving down, licking my skin, sucking at it, nibbling—until my belly quivered and fresh arousal drenched my sex. When his head was above my bare mound, he gave me a look, at once fierce and gentle, and then he thumbed my clit and bent to suck it into his mouth.
I cried out and arched my back. My thighs clamped around his shoulders as I writhed.
This was what I’d needed. Just a little more…
He lifted his head, and I let out a long breath, sinking down again. He moved upward, snagging my knees with his bent arms, moving up until his cock nudged my sex, and then he speared me.
Although I was beyond wet, his thrust burned. He stretched me, and my walls began to convulse, rippling around his cock, drawing him deeper. He began to rock, forward and back, shallow drives that excited me, but weren’t
what I needed to get off, and he wasn’t touching my clit. The angle was wrong.
Only it wasn’t wrong. His gaze was locked on my face, his mouth curving slightly at the corners.
“Do you like to torture little girls?”
“I like teasing pretty strippers who think all they have to do is flash their tits to get me deep inside them.”
“I flashed my tits and look at where you are.”
His mouth stretched into the first real smile he’d ever given me. “It wasn’t your tits, although I’ve never forgotten those beauties. I liked your…pluck, and the way you were so ready to fight for your brother. I admire that kind of loyalty.”
I undulated beneath him, trying to encourage him to let loose and give me the hard strokes I needed. “What woman wouldn’t love to be yours? I can’t imagine anyone not being satisfied, not loving what you bring.”
He bent and kissed me, and I drew a deep breath, opening my lips. I realized as he plunged his tongue inside me, that this was our first kiss. Somehow, it felt more intimate an act than his cock plunging toward my core. I closed my eyes and savored the pressure and the suction, the slick slide of his tongue. He penetrated me thoroughly, exploring my mouth as diligently as he had my breasts.
At last, his thrusts deepened, quickened, grew rougher. I lifted my hands and gripped his sides, loving the texture of his skin, the flexing of his muscles. He was everything masculine, blatantly sexual. While Darien was my playmate, this man could be my master.
He drew back and stopped his motions. His mouth was moist and swollen, his eyelids dipping. He glanced downward to where we were joined, and I followed his gaze. His thick cock was there, inside me, filling me. My pussy tightened around him.
He withdrew.
“Carl…”
I reached for him, but he lay with an arm beneath his head on his pillow, a hand roaming his belly.
I pushed up and although my body still quivered with unrequited lust. I knelt beside him, hands on my thighs. He’d tell me what he wanted, but he wanted my patience. How I knew, I couldn’t have said. But his gaze was warmly approving as I drew deep breaths to slow my heart.
He reached out his fingers and tucked them beneath a breast. “These are beautiful. I don’t think I like the fact so many men have seen them.”
I stiffened, but held my tongue.
His thumb scraped a raw tip. “You’ll quit that job.”
I stared. “I can’t make as much working at McDonalds. I have bills to pay.”
“We’ll talk about that later. But I want you to consider this—” He pinched my nipple and pulled it, forcing me to bend over him. “These are mine.”
The gush of fluid that released stunned me almost as much as the anger that sliced through me. “Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t mean you own me, that you have a say in anything I do.”
His open palm massaged my breast, soothing me now. His gaze locked with mine. “You’ve shouldered the burden of your survival. I like your strength, but with me, you don’t have to pretend. You can surrender, and I promise, I’ll be kind, I’ll be true, and I’ll take care of both you and your brother.”
I released a breath that felt and sounded more like a sob. I blinked my eyes. “We don’t know you.”
“And you don’t know me. Not yet. But already, I can tell we’ll be…amazing…together.” He lifted his chin. “Now, straddle me. You want my cock. Let me give you everything you need.”
I tried to pretend that I wasn’t a bundle of nerves and doubt. I arched a brow and slung a leg over him, then centered his cock between my folds and sank. When I was seated, I began to roll my hips, but he gripped them, holding me still.
“Come closer,” he whispered.
I bent over him, and let my chest rest against his. “Is this close enough?” I asked softly. And that was when I felt something cool and slick rubbing my asshole. The finger disappeared, then returned, this time, pushing inside to lube the tender tissue.
I held still, my gaze locked on the professor’s face. His green eyes glittered, his gaze intense, probing. His crooked smile knowing.
When Darien’s cock pushed against my rosette, I turned my head and rested my cheek on the professor’s shoulder, hiding my excitement. Darien gave me slow, measured thrusts, easing the tension of my tight muscles, until he glided freely in and out.
A hand cupped my chin and raised my head.
I looked into Carl’s warm eyes as his hands eased their hold. “Move, Miriam. Take what you need…from both of us.”
I pushed against his chest and raised my shoulders, the bend of my back angling my ass to receive Darien’s quickening thrusts. I could feel the way Darien’s thrusts moved me along the cock lodged inside my pussy, forward and back, and I grew wetter. I dug my knees into the mattress, not to lift, because I didn’t want to lose an inch of the man beneath me, but to give me leverage to rock backward in shallow bounces to meet Darien’s strokes.
Everywhere, I burned—my ass, my pussy, my tits, because hard palms were squeezing them, molding them.
I rubbed my clit against the professor’s pelvic bone, and my pleasure rose. I soared, surrounded by slick heat, inside and out, comforted and abraded by the hard bodies sandwiching me between them.
One hand on my breast rubbed downward, and I made just enough space for his fingers to find my mound and a single pad to slide on my clit. He made moist circles, rubbing softly, then pressing harder, until my body seized and shuddered, my orgasm exploding from my core and shivering through my limbs.
I didn’t make a sound, but they knew, because Darien pulled free and lay on the mattress beside the professor who held me against his chest while my orgasm bled away like the surges of an ebbing tide.
He pressed a kiss against my temple and continued to pet my back. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, beyond words.
“Then rest. I’ll take care of everything.”
*
I sat at the kitchen table, books strewn, papers in wadded balls, when I heard the snick of the lock at the front door. My signal.
I pushed back from the table and rose, undid the belt of my robe and let it fall to the floor. Then I strode through the professor’s house, our home, and followed him into the bedroom.
Already, he’d removed his shirt, so I moved in front of him and knelt, opening his belt, his trousers, then pushing his clothing down his long, muscled thighs. Then I took his cock into my mouth.
His hand petted my hair. “How was your day?”
“Mmmm,” I hummed, not pausing as I bobbed forward to take him deeper.
“I had a coed open her blouse inside my office today. The twit thought I’d give her a better grade for a peek.”
I growled around him and gripped his balls, showing as much jealousy as I knew he’d allow. He expected my trust, and after all these months together, I was beginning to believe that he loved me.
He pulled my hair, and forced my glance up. “Darien is catching a basketball game with friends. You have my sole attention.”
Pleasure flooded me, wet my folds. As much as I loved my brother and treasured the times we all played together, my bond with the professor was more profound. One day, there would be just the two of us.
I let him pull me to my feet and stood still as he kissed my forehead, my cheek, then took my mouth in a carnal kiss.
“Come,” he whispered. “I’ve something new I want to show you.”
And because his surprises were always of a sexy nature, I followed him eagerly to our bed. As he pulled me over his body, I wondered where I’d be now if I hadn’t let my anger go and flashed him. For his part, he said he’d never forgotten me. Had always wondered where I was, whether I’d ever return to school and his office, ready for another challenge.
And he said that the time I’d endured, providing for Darien while I postponed my dreams, had weathered me, made me stronger and more interesting. Just as beautiful, but now, I was his mystery to unravel.
I
smiled as I clamped my thighs around his hardening cock. The trick to keeping the professor would be to never give up all my secrets. I’d let him torture me in all the sexy ways he knew how, giving him glimpses of the real me but never all of me.
Something Darien understood. After all, my brother knew my deepest darkest desires. And he might give Carl hints, but he’d never betray my game. I’d let the professor instruct me, discipline me, and I’d revel in his attention. Until he was mine.
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Excerpt from DREAM OF ME
Ash stared after his disappearing figure. Sam Blalock seemed nice enough, on the surface. And he’d been a friend of Marc’s. She knew she should trust him. But something about the way he’d studied her with his short glances throughout the drive irritated. She’d noted them from the corner of her eye while she’d pretended not to notice.
An element about him was familiar. Something that drew her toward him. And she resented the fact he was attractive, if not overtly handsome. He was too rugged, his jaw too square and stubborn, his nose bumpy from being broken. And his voice was too inviting—warm and deep, a little raspy.
Maybe she resented him because he felt familiar, because several aspects about him reminded her of Marc. That realization had her stiffening against his friendly overtures, almost from the start. Her attraction felt like a betrayal—of Marc, of her own body.
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