Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  He threads his fingers through mine, dragging his tongue over my dripping slit and around my clit until I’m panting and moaning uncontrollably. I dig my heels into his ass cheeks and nudge him up to where I can get a taste of those hungry lips. My juices coat his tongue and mouth as he devours me in a passionate kiss.

  The fat bulbous head of his arousal nudges at my entrance and he pushes every last inch of his swollen cock in one delicious inch at a time until I’m screaming his name and demanding he fuck me. He’s not listening. He’s too absorbed in taking me slow and enjoying my body as much as I’m enjoying his. He lifts me up and settles me over his thighs, mine fully spread for him.

  I kiss him with a feverish need like when I first felt the rush of him making me come for him poolside. The night I gave him my virginity I was innocent. I’m not that young inexperienced college girl any more. I’ve grown into my needs and my husband knows how to satisfy me completely.

  I groan into his mouth and he starts to slid into me slow and easy at first. It’s not long until we’re both grinding against each other and I’m gyrating my hips, meeting his every thrust. The delicious sound of my slicked-up pussy getting fucked fills the room and I’m addicted to the wet, erotic sound. My hands are back in his hair and I tighten my hold making him growl.

  “You’re going to come with me and when you do, I want my name on your lips. Loud. I want the world to fucking know who you belong to.”

  “God, I love how possessive you are.”

  I’m on my back now. Once second I’m lost to the world, melting into him and the next every nerve ending in my body fires up and I’m tense with my impending climax. His cock swells in me, stretching me around him.

  “Maddox,” I moan.

  “Louder! Scream my name, baby. Now!”

  “Maddox,” I scream just as our releases hit. White hot ribbons of cum fill my pussy. Every jerk of his shaft inside me feeds my own release. He reaches between us and strokes the pad of his thumb over my nub making more girl-cum spill from my channel. My orgasm ripples through me and I pinch my nipples letting the last waves collide within me just as the sound of the front door closing reaches my ears.

  Spent, shaking and deliciously sweaty, Maddox falls over me, pressing his forehead against mine.

  “Beautiful, baby, but I’m still hungry.”

  A tiny knock on our door brings our heads around.

  “Mommy, I’m ready to play dolls.” The sweet dulcet tones of our five-year-old carries through the door and I hold Maddox close to my chest and laugh. The ends of his hair tickles my breasts and I run my hands through it languidly feeling an overflowing amount of love for the family and life we’ve built for ourselves. Working for my best friends is a dream come true and knowing it helps the university that gave me my chance in the first place makes my heart happy.

  “It seems mommy duty calls.” He kisses each of my nipples and gives my clit a soft smack.

  “Mmm,” I moan. “Be careful I might not let you leave this room.”

  He slips his arms around me and pulls me to my feet. I wrap my arms around his neck and slowly drift back down to earth in my lover’s arms.

  He wraps his arms around me and we stay like that until another tiny knock pulls us out of our own little world. “Meet me back here midnight sharp for round two, sweetheart. I have plans for us.”

  “It’s a date, Dean Spencer.”

  The End.

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  Read on for the first chapter of book one in the Harem of Three series, Mercy for Three! A stand-alone brother’s-best-friends reverse harem romance.

  Chapter One

  Mercy

  Moonlight kisses the smooth edges of muscle lined up in front of me. My brother’s three best friends stand shoulder to shoulder, forming a forbidden dream package I can’t look away from.

  Our traditional homecoming celebrations have died down, and I finally have all three alone.

  I take a deep breath. Okay. Here goes. You can do this, Mercy. I steel my nerves. This is my chance to push for them to see me as the beautiful woman and not the forbidden little sister of a friend.

  All three are after different things. Fresh beers and snacks, I imagine, and not expecting me to amble in behind them.

  I’ve given this a lot of thought and I know what I want, so I need to just do it.

  I step into the kitchen on bare feet and stop just short of being able to touch Cain’s sculpted shoulders and alphalicious ass. Damn I love a man who can wear a pair of jeans. Wait. I’m getting off track. I yank my eyes off the man meat and clear my throat. “I want all three of you to take my virginity.” No meshing words, no playing coy. I’ve done that for years, and I’m no little girl anymore to be hiding behind cute, flirty smiles. I let out a shaky breath. There—I said it, and there’s no taking it back. My heart is racing so fast I fear they can hear it thudding heavily in my chest.

  Standing in the kitchen of my family’s lakeside cabin, every part of me tingles and buzzes as three of the sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on all turn to stare back at me in complete shock, their original mission completely forgotten.

  My brother’s friends from high school and on into college are long since graduated and now full-fledged Marines with the tatts and tags to prove it. Three drool-worthy men with angled jawlines, miles of hard, muscled flesh and intoxicating masculinity with only a tiny kitchen island between us. And a small one at that.

  Okay, and well, there’s the small detail of my age too, I guess. God forbid I forget that, but I wish they would. My fantasies about all three turn filthier the older I get, and at a week before my eighteen birthday, my body can’t take not having what it wants.

  After a second they start to blink but their mouths are still hanging open.

  “I’ve been thinking about it…for…” I swallow past the embarrassment, eyes firmly locked on my folded hands. “…for a long time and I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” That’s not true, entirely. In fact, not at all. I’d wait a lifetime if they asked.

  My momma always said I needed a filter between my brain and mouth, but honestly, when has being subtitle ever gotten anyone anything they ever wanted? Never is the answer to that and when it comes to these men, they’ve never beat around the bush in the years that I’ve known them, so I won’t either.

  “Come again?” Cain chokes, out wiping at the spilled beer running down his chin with a nearby towel.

  “The hell...” Grant bangs on Cain’s back before his hard, bright blue eyes lock on me. “Not gonna happen. You don’t even know what you’re asking, little girl,” he states, unblinking, and crosses his arms over his bare chest as if the topic is closed.

  Beside him, Cain regains his composure, tossing aside the kitchen towel. “What exactly have you been thinking?”

  He stalks toward me, his height causing me to crane my neck to keep my gaze locked on his.

  I hesitate, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. Hell of a time to get cold feet, but I can’t find it in me to tell them how I’ve dreamed of tasting each of them on my tongue before taking them with my body.

  “Whoa, don’t scare the little thing, can’t you see she’s already shaking?” Lincoln who would usually reach out and pull me in for a hug stands noticeably still. One hand tucked into his jean pocket and the other safely wrapped around a half-empty beer bottle. “Besides,” he slips in, “It’s not like we haven’t thought about it, too,” he says all the while looking me in the eye. I follow the head of the bottle to his lips as he raises it, and I wish it were my clit he was sucking on instead of that damn beer.

  Both his and Cain’s hungry looks have my nipples puckered tight beneath my thin tank top and my thighs clenched together under a matching blue skirt that exposes every inch of my tan legs. Needing all the ammo at my disposal, a lot of thought went into the girly summer outfit I picked out for this evening. Three nights ago my brother called with the news he and the boys would be home on leave. Since my par
ents took off for Washington state for a business meeting that left me as hostess and as all the times before, this means long nights at the cabin around a bonfire by the lake and cookouts like the one I planned this evening. With graduation a week behind me and my brother off with his sometimes girlfriend, I’m left alone with three very handsome men and my actively dirty mind.

  Their expressions turn dark, growing heavy with forbidden desire as I press my thighs a little tighter to stave off the throbbing need they stir inside me. A feeling I don’t quite know how to control or ease just yet, but I’m hoping they’ll help me learn.

  “I’ve heard the rumors. Everyone has. I know you like to share your lovers.” I raise my eyes to touch on each of them. As much as it hurts to know they’ve had other lovers, they’ve never done anything in front of me, but I hear the whispers and see the dreamy looks in some of the girls’ eyes when I’m in town.

  “Rumors, huh?”

  My eyes flick over to Lincoln’s with a haughty glare. “Girls talk down at the pub. I have ears, ya know. You can’t just blow into town while on leave, have a little fun, and not expect the ladies to talk.” Everyone gathers there to have a steak dinner and catch the town news and ‘the boys’ were the main topic more than once.

  “Don’t believe everything you hear, Mercy, baby.”

  My eyes narrow on the more muscled of the three. “You don’t need to coddle me, Cain. I’m a big girl now and you don’t need to protect me from the truth. And none of that changes how I feel. I know what I want.” I slip in there while I have all three of their undivided attention.

  “Don’t encourage her, dammit,” Grant runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “She doesn’t need any more ideas put into her pretty head.”

  Grant’s the older of the three by a few months, and he thinks that makes his word the final word, and well, he has another think coming because I didn’t come here to take no for an answer.

  Anyone with eyes knows I’ve crushed on all three men since I was a fresh-faced fourteen-year-old who didn’t understand the feelings and emotions running through her body for one man much less three. And now that I’m older I know what my body wants, and it’s screaming to have all three touch me, lick me and take me in ways that will leave me ruined for any other man. I set my mind on something it will take a hurricane stronger than what this world has ever seen to change me from my course.

  My hand flies to my hair and I loosen the pencil I have holding my long wall of blonde hair away from my face in a messy bun. Wavy curls tumble over my shoulders and down my back, making them all groan and gives away what they’re really thinking.

  But if not for that little slip you wouldn’t know it from the stone-cold face Grant wears like a safety mask against me and what it seems he wants to hide. “Forget it, Mercy. Your tight, sweet ass isn’t getting anywhere near our dicks. That’s a promise.” His words are constricted if not a little forced, like he is fighting against every single syllable.

  As he talks, he grabs another beer from the fridge and leans his half-naked body against the counter, giving me a full view of all that tight, hard muscle and the dark dustings of a treasure trail I want to run my tongue over.

  My gaze drops to the obvious hard-on bulging from between his legs. I don’t know a lot of things when it comes to sex, but I do know what that means.

  Heat of the summer has them stripped down to jeans only and my inexperience sends a flush of scarlet over my cheeks as I drink in their golden, ripped flesh. The popped buttons and low ride of those jeans doesn’t go appreciated either.

  “Yep. What he said.” Cain claps a hand over Grant’s shoulder, pointing his beer at me. “Jail bait, sweetheart. That’s what you are no matter how fuckable that sweet body is. Can’t happen.” I could always count on Cain telling me the truth while making me feel good. He never did like hurting my feelings and took extra care to protect me.

  Being super shy, I never could summon the courage to approach any of them until tonight. Why? Because my time with them is running out. I always flirted and played around with the three of them when they visited. Stolen glances and warm hugs and a few kisses on the cheek here and there have fueled fantasies of something more for at least me, but as I turn to look at Lincoln standing quietly to the side, peering down at me with that dark, broody look of his, I finally realize something. Everything that I feel, and desire, is not all one-sided. They want this as much as I do. Question is, what will it take to push them over the edge and take me?

  “What exactly do you want from us, Mercy, when you drop something like that in our laps?” Linc finally finds his voice and it’s as raw as I feel.

  I hope to push them into at least admitting they feel something for me. But my inexperience shines through again as I stay quiet, and my heart crumbles little by little as none of them make a move. For once I should have listened to my mother and not be so damn headstrong. I go to turn, but it’s Lincoln who draws me up short.

  I clench my jaw to fight back the hurt and tears. “This was a mistake. I definitely shouldn’t have come on to any of you. I’m sorry.”

  “Aww…son of a bitch, come here baby.” Lincoln passes his beer to Grant and takes me in his arms, pulling me into his warm chest, and I nuzzle deep into his hold. “It’s not like that, Mercy. Just be patient.” His arms are around me, holding me tight, and it takes my lust-craving mind to realize he’s picked me up and I have my legs wrapped around his waist. The heat of his bulge pressing against my bare, starving vagina.

  He pulls me up to face him, and I lean forward to rest my forehead against his, our breathing hard and shallow. “I don’t know how to control what I’m feeling inside,” I whisper, digging my hands into his hair. “It burns and aches and all I know is that when I see you, all three of you, it goes away and I can finally breathe again.”

  “My God,” he says and then his lips are on mine hungrily. A burst of flavor from his beer hits my tongue, and I’m suddenly more ravenous than I’ve ever been. I groan, tightening my hold around his neck and melting into him as he drags his tongue over mine.

  Another hand comes to rest on my lower back, and I’m melting into the wall of heat replacing it as Grant moves my hair to the side and pulls me back to rest against his chest. Spread between him and Linc, he takes the soft lobe of my ear between his lips and sucks.

  Shock from the sudden burst of pleasure, I tighten my legs around Linc and try to move against his hard length, but a firm grip on my hips keeps me still. “What do you have on under that skimpy little skirt you've been teasing us with all day? Thong, silk, lace…” Grant’s voice is gravelly as he runs the tip of his finger along the band of my skirt.

  I lick my kiss-swollen lips, still tasting Linc and before I can give an answer, another hand is on the back of my head, turning me. “Cain,” I say softly and his mouth is on mine. He’s just as claiming and heated as Linc, but there’s something slower about the way he glides his tongue over my lips, teasing them open before he enters my mouth.

  “Wrong on all accounts,” I pant, breaking away from Cain’s kiss and catching Linc’s gaze. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

  Linc shifts, and I know that’s when he realizes I have my bare pussy against his jeans, dry humping his thick cock through his jeans.

  Grant digs his fingers into my hair and turns my head. “You’re asking for trouble. You’re like wild, raw fire…you’ll be the death of us all.”

  In all the moving and tugging, my tank has ridden high and so has my skirt, I notice. I close my eyes and circle my hips over Linc’s hard length and marvel in the feel of Cain’s firm, warm lips kissing my exposed midriff just below the heavy ampleness of my breasts.

  Enjoying the pleasure of his touch, I work hard to convince my body it’s okay to breathe every few seconds or risk passing out and missing all their gentle touching and delicious kisses.

  Slowly, I ease my hand over Cain’s and guide him higher, only to hear a rasping fuck fall from his lips, but he does
n’t stop me.

  I moan as strong fingers work and knead the soft flesh, and my nipples scream to be pinched, tugged and sucked. I let my head drop back onto Grant’s shoulder and reach around to bury my hands in his hair, wanting to feel more of him…of…of…I don’t know, just more.

  Cain massages and twists the tight tips of my breasts between his fingers, and that’s all it takes to help take the edge off.

  “You like that Mercy, baby?”

  Linc’s cock twitches at Cain’s question, and I groan my answer as girl cream slips from my slit to wet my thighs and his pants. Without a word, I hold Cain and Linc’s gazes as I edge my pink tipped fingers down my curves to bury in the soft cotton of my skirt. Inch by inch, I raise the material until the pink, wet flesh of my pussy peeks out from beneath the lacy ruffles.

  All three men’s nostrils flare, and I see their massive chests expand as they inhale the scent of my arousal.

  “Touch me,” I beg to any one of them who will put me out of my misery. “I need to feel your hands all over me, on me…in me!”

  This was no game and no going back from here. Grant is supporting half my weight against this chest, leaving his hands free to roam over my naked thighs and stroke his thumbs in the seam of my thighs, but never touching my greedy vagina.

  This is beyond crazy.

  Grant blows out a hiss of air, his head hanging a moment before he drags his eyes up my body to find mine. “Fuck baby, your little virgin pussy is all dripping wet and perfectly bare.”

  “Did you do that for us?” Cain asks.

  “Isn’t that what you like…?” I swallow thickly. “Don’t you like your women bare for you? Do you like what you see?”

  Cain grabs me by the hips, stroking tiny mind-blowing circles across the area right above my hips bone. I moan, clawing at his shoulders, pulling his lips closer to where I need him, but he’s obviously in control, and I can’t budge him, and each caress is like a tease of what he’s not giving me.