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 ourNaughty 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 myNaughty Professorslips straight in.
Fullness overwhelms me until it feels like I can barely breathe.
