Chapter 8
Eight
Emberly
B oth 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 this 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.”