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“No.” He pulled his head back, his eyes boring into mine.
I tried reaching his mouth once more, hungry, needing him, yearning for him.
“Kiss me, Professor,” I half-commanded, half-pleaded.
“You kiss me,” he said then, smiling.
I stood on tiptoes and bit his lower lip before claiming that beautiful mouth once more. And his brows unfurled. His hands came around me, grasping at me like an anchor while his head dipped lower.
I could feel his rough stubble against my chin in the most delicious way. My brain shut down completely. He cinched me to him, drowning me more and more into the lush darkness of his mouth.
When our mouths finally separated, his eyes swept up and down my body. I didn't mind. In fact, I found myself getting even more aroused.
“Teach me,” I whispered. “Everything.”
He turned me around so my back was to him. Professor Taylor came up to join us and slid between the wall and me.
Here was a sandwich I’d never thought I’d love this much.
Professor Taylor’s lips met mine, and his kiss was... different. He took complete ownership of my mouth, his tongue ravaging me, pushing me into sweet oblivion.
Once, twice, he went on and on until I had a taste andknewit would never be enough. It was slow and soft and hard and deep at the same time. I clung to him, suddenly afraid that if I let go, I’d drown.
His insistent mouth parted my trembling lips, drawing out sensations I’d never experienced before. There were butterflies in my head and fireworks in my stomach, but also something sweeter. Like coming of age and knowing I was in control.
The world spun as Noah pulled up my top and tossed it aside. He unclipped my bra, and soon, that was gone too. Professor Taylor’s broad, muscular chest, clearly evident through the simple Polo T-shirt, rubbed against my bare breasts.
Noah’s hands, in the meantime, sent shivering tremors on the naked expanse of my back, drawing lines. Before I knew it, his tongue had replaced his fingers and he was tasting the salt on my skin.
Oh, my effing God.
The closeness of my professors and their heat against my body made me feel like ice cream on a sunny July morning.
“Teach me more,” I moaned. “Please.”
“You’re a willing student, Ms. Sullivan.”
My eyes turned in the direction of Benjamin, who was sitting on the sofa, watching us. His eyes gleamed with mischief.
“If it would help yourlesson, I have an idea on how you could proceed with your professors.”
The way he saidlessonmade me wetter in an instant.
“Yes, please,” I purred. I had only a second before Professor Taylor’s mouth closed in on mine once more, numbing out all thought.
“Go slowly. That’s your first lesson for tonight. Professor Taylor will show you how.”
True to Benjamin’s instructions, Professor Taylor slid his hand up my jeans and unbuttoned it, so slowly it felt like torture. I writhed under the electricity of his touch.
I wanted him to rip my pants off, although in retrospect, maybe ripping jeans would have taken a lot more out of him.
“No,” Benjamin tutted. “Let him take his time. Remember, your teachers know better.”
“Sorry, Sir.” It was as if I knew what to say by pure instinct.
Benjamin walked over and slid my pants down my thighs, past my knees, and helped me step out of them.
My mouth was drowning in Professor Taylor’s, but even as I was lost in his kisses, I knew there was more than one hand down there.
