Chapter Twelve #2
I reach for Olly’s zipper, and my crush turns to obsession as he throws his head back and a primal groan rips from his exposed throat.
His desire fuels my own and turns me into the demanding protagonists I write.
I arch a brow at Professor Gibson, challenging him to stay and participate or leave.
He doesn’t move. Desire rages in the thin line of sweat on his forehead and the tent in his pants. Holding my gaze, he pulls his hand from his pocket and reaches for the button on his pants. Slowly, he pops it open and drags the zipper down.
I copy his movements until Olly’s cock head appears between his zipper.
“Oh my,” I whimper. I didn’t see Olly’s length before he slid inside me yesterday, and the video and photos didn’t scale to reality. Still, I knew he was larger than average from the delicious ache he left, but seeing him in the flesh… Olly is bigger than even he admitted.
I reach into the pocket of his jeans for his wallet as Olly strips, baring himself to me.
My eyes drink him in, all hard muscle and bold lines, too beautiful to be anywhere but an artist’s canvas. Words paint scenes in my head, each one centered around a love interest, almost a replica of the god standing in front of me.
And he’s mine.
If I knew I could have Olly so easily and keep him, I would have said what I wanted sooner.
He picks me up in one quick sweep, squashing my breasts to his chest and my soft, wet pussy to his rock-hard cock.
We both moan at the contact, Olly instinctively bending his knees and lifting me higher so that the tip of his cock presses at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
My greedy pussy flutters around his head, trying to suck him in. He resists, carrying me to the other side of his studio apartment and tossing me onto the bed.
He grabs the condom from my fingers, but I circle his cock before he can cover it and suck him into my mouth in one long, horny slurp.
“Fuck, Lacey. Fuck,” he grunts, gripping my hair and thrusting his hips toward my face.
He’s thicker, hotter, and sweeter than Professor Gibson and settles on my tongue like he belongs there.
Skin slapping against skin behind me causes a flood of arousal to drip from my pussy. Sucking hard on Olly’s cock, I peer over at Professor Gibson, his fist wrapped tightly around his shaft.
I want to reach for him, replace his hand with mine and feel him burst on my fingers as Olly’s cum coats my tongue.
Olly breaks my train of thought, pulling his cock from my mouth and ripping open the foil packet. “I need to be inside you, right fucking now.”
His cock is covered in seconds, and I’m flat on my back, his solid arms braced on either side of my head.
He plunges his tongue into my mouth, his kiss smooth and rough one second and hot and dirty the next.
I arch upward as he rocks forward, friction building between us as his length slides along my slit, teasing my clit.
Tingles race beneath my skin, the tiny bud swelling with each stroke as a rush of wetness leaks from me, smearing the condom and increasing the pace of his thrusts.
He looks down at me, his eyes too black to be blue anymore and his lips turning up on one side in a knowing smirk. He is driving me crazy on purpose, but I want to take control, be the main character in my story, and drive him crazy for once.
I break our kiss and put my hand on his chest, pushing him until he falls onto his back with a gentle oomph while biting back an excited grin.
“It’s my turn,” I whisper as I climb on top of him, one knee on either side of his hips. Slowly, I lower myself until my wet lips brush the tip of his cock and rock back and forth, teasing him.
He drags one palm over my hips, down to my ass, and smacks one cheek. “Stop fucking with me. I need that pussy bouncing on my dick. Now.”
“It’s nice to be the torturer for a change.” I reach between us and grip his shaft, my fingers barely circling his thickness. “You tortured me for long enough with all of your stories.”
Olly groans and arches his hips. “I knew you played with that pussy while listening to me.”
“Every fucking time.” I whimper against his mouth as he buries his entire length inside of me in one quick thrust. My mouth opens in a silent moan as my body greedily sucks him deeper. “Your cock is so much better than my purple toy.”
Professor Gibson moans and slumps against the wall, his fist working up and down his cock, his eyes locked on where Olly and I are joined.
I press my palms onto Olly’s chest and raise my hips, revealing his shaft to our voyeur—wet and sticky with my juices.
Professor Gibson lets out a painful grunt, his fist stilling and squeezing the mushroom tip.
Olly bucks beneath me, shoving his cock deeper with each thrust. I close my eyes and throw my head back, my hips rocking in time with his, chasing the warmth simmering low in my belly.
Fingers brush a strand of hair from my shoulder, but both of Olly’s hands are gripped tight on my hips, controlling the tempo of our movements.
My heart flutters with hope, and I open my eyes to see Professor Gibson standing beside the bed, clothes in a pile on the floor.
Olly sits up, wraps his arms around my back, and presses his lips to my ear. “I think Professor Gibson wants your pussy.”
My stomach clenches at his dirty words and open-mouthed kisses on my breasts. “What do you want, Lacey?”
“Both of you, at once,” I say without hesitation.
Olly’s groan of approval solidifies his promise—he will be with me every step as I seek my own inspiration.
I reach for my Naughty Professor as the protagonist of my own story, confident that I will get what I want. The pads of my fingers find his thigh first and slowly tiptoe up. “Do you want me?”
Any hesitation he had is gone. His eyes glaze with lust as he reaches for my wet nipple, smearing Olly’s saliva as he nods.
Olly grips my other breast, squeezing and twisting in a way that should hurt but only fuels my desire. My eyes roll upward, and my stomach clenches at the sensation of two men touching me at once. “Oh…”
Olly groans against my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my skin. “Can I have your mouth again?”
“Yes.” I want to play out all of Olly’s fantasies as though they are my own.
Reaching into his bedside table drawer, he pulls out a handful of condoms and tosses them onto the bed, then grips my hips and lifts me off. Our hiss of loss is simultaneous as his cock slips from between my thighs.
The protest dangles on the tip of my tongue until I hear the crinkle of plastic ripping behind me and feel Professor Gibson’s touch on my thigh.
Olly looks down at me with a needy grin and pulls the condom off, his cock so close I can smell myself on him.
He slides his fingers over my back and down my ass until they flutter across my pussy lips. Gently he peels me open, offering me to our Naughty Professor.
Professor Gibson moans as the head of his cock presses at my lips and slowly enters me.
My mouth opens in a low moan, but Olly catches it on the head of his cock. He grips my jaw, holding my mouth open as he rocks across my tongue and down my throat, stretching it a little more with each thrust.
His touch is possessive and demanding, but the way he gazes down at me is full of awe and something else.
My heart squeezes.
Our professor thrusts into me from behind as Olly fucks my mouth. He grips my hair until it stings, forcing me to look up and our gazes to lock.
The heady look Olly gives me sends me over the edge.
“Don’t come yet,” he grunts.
Too late. My hips convulse, and my throat constricts, gasping for air as I ride out the orgasm.
But Olly wasn’t talking to me.
Professor Gibson grunts like he’s in pain, but he slides out of me, balls still full.
Olly drags his cock out of my mouth with a pop.
I collapse onto the bed. “Why did you stop?”
Olly gives me a smile I’ve never seen before, lazy and predatory at once. “It’s time to give you what you want, Lovely Lacey.”
There is a promise in Olly’s tone as he lets out a growl and flips me onto my side. His palm kneads my ass cheeks as one finger wiggles between and strokes my puckered hole. “Two at once.”
I don’t recognize the primal moan rolling up my throat, but the wetness seeping from me is thick and never-ending. “Yes.”
Professor Gibson climbs in front of me like an eager schoolboy as Olly sheathes his cock in a condom again. Curling two fingers inside my pussy, Olly coats them in my arousal and rubs it all over his cock.
Professor Gibson’s palm grips my knee and lifts my leg onto his hip, opening me up to them both. He rocks his shaft against my slit, not entering me yet, almost like he’s waiting for permission.
I’m too lost in arousal to offer it as Olly spreads my cheeks and settles the head of his cock at my puckered entrance.
“Are you ready?”
I nod.
Olly slowly pushes until a delicious burn steals my breath. Sliding one hand over my waist, he swirls two fingers over my clit, distracting me as he works his cock slowly inside until there is no space between us.
I’ve barely relaxed into my next breath before Olly’s fingers wrap around Professor Gibson’s cock.
The professor’s chest is still as he holds his breath and stares at Olly’s fist gripping him.
Olly’s wrist moves back and forth between my thighs as he pumps. Professor Gibson’s eyes roll upward, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.
Olly’s hands on another man’s body are kindling to the fire raging beneath my skin. Scenes dance in my thoughts, but it’s the one playing out in real life that transfixes me. I watch as Olly guides him to my entrance, so wet my Naughty Professor slips straight in.
Fullness overwhelms me until it feels like I can barely breathe.
“Are you okay?” Olly asks.
“I don’t know.” I’m out of breath, unsure, but I don’t want to stop.
Professor Gibson squeezes my hip as he struggles to keep himself still and allow me to adjust.
Olly pulls my sweat-drenched hair from my neck and presses hot kisses below my ears. Dragging his fingers down my hip, he dips to where Professor Gibson and I are joined.
Professor Gibson’s chest expands, and his gaze drops to Olly’s fingers. He watches as Olly alternates between toying with my clit and stroking my full lips stretched around the professor’s cock.
A new fantasy pops into my mind—Olly’s jeans around his ankles and Professor Gibson bent over his desk…
Olly circles my clit in slow, rhythmic movements, clouding my vision. “How do you feel now?”
My walls flutter around one cock and clench around the other. I rock between them, answering with my body and taking the lead.
Olly grips my chin, turns my face toward his, and slides his tongue into my mouth.
In and out, his tongue and cock work in a rhythm, drawing out my pleasure.
Professor Gibson joins until we’re all hands and mouths and rocking hips.
Olly coaxes one orgasm after another from me with his fingers and tongue.
He moves his cock slowly and steadily, holding himself back as Professor Gibson rides me, hard and fast, chasing the precipice we all crave.
Heat surges through me. I’m hot and greedy, rocking and seeking.
Low, dirty moans I thought only porn stars made roll out of me—one after another—until Olly’s cock swells in my ass and Professor Gibson’s spasms inside my pussy.
He reaches for Olly, whether consciously or not, his hand gripping my other lover’s thigh and squeezing as he pumps his hips, filling the condom inside me.
The fantasy of the two of them together hits me again, pushing me over the edge for the third time in a hot, blurry mess.
I slump between my Naughty Professor and dirty best friend, my limbs too weak to move, my body sore in all the right places. Biting my lip, I look over my shoulder at Olly and grin. “Remind me to tell you what I want again.”
Olly’s mouth touches mine, his kiss full of promises. “Always.”
I click send, and The Naughty Professor outline is on its way to Giselle’s inbox while the inspiration for the main character is asleep in bed.
Closing my laptop, I stand and stretch my arms over my head, working out all the kinks a night full of dirty sex with two men caused.
I turned the good boy bad.
Me.
Shy Lacey, who blushes whenever Olly mentions sex, convinced her professor to be naughty.
And he was naughty all night.
My skin heats as I think about everything I experienced last night—more than any of my characters ever had.
I walk back to bed to find Olly already awake, arms curled behind his head and a devious grin on his face.
I follow his gaze and see Professor Gibson lying partially on top of Olly, eyes closed and his fist curled around Olly’s erect cock, slowly stroking.
Olly arches into his touch and gives me a sly smirk. “Please tell me there’s one more thing you want…”
I look at Olly’s bedside table at the wrappers of food and candy we devoured during the night for energy and pluck a red gummy bear from a packet. “There definitely is.”
Professor Gibson opens one eye and smiles.