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 secondand 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 myNaughty Professoras 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.
