Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I knew it. I just knew the moment I gave in just a tiny bit, I was going to be hooked. I was already drawn to the three of thembefore finding out what we were to one another, now? I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go on with my day without craving them.
With the towel wrapped around my waist, I head into my room and pull my phone out of the suit pants pocket to plug it in.
Giving it a check, I find I have a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown
Can’t stop thinking about how fucking hard I was with your cock down my throat. I can’t wait to find out how it feels buried deep inside my ass.
My cock thickens as my heart pulses. Jamie.
I groan, palming my growing cock as I imagine myself fucking him hard and deep, making him moan my name as I tear him apart.
Adding his number to my phone, I text him back.
Me
This is a highly inappropriate conversation Mr. Cross. It’s no way to be talking to your professor.
I hit send and wait for him to text back, sitting on the edge of my bed.
I’m hit with this nervous excitement as I watch the three dots dance as he types out his reply.
When his next message pops up, my stomach flutters.
Jamie
I can’t help it. I’m addicted to you. And your cock
A smile creeps onto my lips as I shake my head.
Me
Enough about my cock. Behave yourself.
Jamie
Or what?
Me
Or you’re going to be in trouble.
Jamie
Mhhm, what kind of trouble?
I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s a brat, that much is for sure.
Me
The kind that will leave you in pain.
Jamie
I’ve been a bad bad boy. I think you should spank me, Mr. Kennedy. I deserve it, Sir.
