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Flynn unzipped my skirt, and the professor laid me back, his warm hands easing me onto the white tabletop. Canting my hips, I moaned as leather skated down my thighs, leaving me exposed to these men. Dressed only in my pencil-thin black heels, the cool wash of air from the air conditioning soothed my overheated skin.
“Dirty kitten,” the professor murmured as he bent to capture my nipple in his mouth and slid his fingers over my mound. My legs fell open as he ran his fingers over my cunt, swiping at my juices while he sucked and nibbled on my nipple. “No panties.”
I pushed up onto my elbows, needing to see them both. The visual was just as hot as the sensation.
The professor was a sight to behold. He and that talented mouth of his were determined to turn me inside out. But it was Flynn who I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. His eyes were filled with something indescribable as his gaze ping-ponged between the places where the professor was touching me.
“Flynn?” I asked, wanting to know whether he was okay with this.
“Yeah,” he replied, his eyes meeting mine. The something that I’d seen was unbridled desire. He didn’t say the words, but it was clear as day—both from the rigid tenting of his pants and the heat in his gaze—that he wanted this as much as I did. I couldn’t even be upset that it was the professor with us. The teasing touches he was granting me told me he knew how to fuck, and he and Flynn were like matches to kindling, ready to ignite the flames burning deep inside me.
“My turn,” Flynn murmured as he trailed his lips down my belly, his tongue dipping into my navel before nipping the sensitive skin at the crease of my inner thigh. My cunt was quivering, and my juices were leaking freely from me—there was probably a puddle on the floor—but it only seemed to ramp up Flynn’s heated stare.
Professor Reid moved his fingers as Flynn’s lips connected with my clit. I whimpered, loving and hating that I only had one of them touching my cunt. Flynn’s eyes never left mine, and whatever he read in my gaze prompted him into action. He shifted the professor’s fingers back, and my breath hitched. When Flynn licked around those talented digits that unerringly found my clit, a shock of ecstasy ripped through me. I moaned long and low.
“Take her to heaven, angel,” the professor ordered, his voice a rough rasp.
“I want your cock,” I gasped, reaching for his belt.
“No.” He shook his head, his lips tilting up in a wicked smirk. “Let’s save that.”
My frustrated grumble was cut off when he slid his fingers lower, spearing me with what had to be three digits. The stretch was intense, the burn instantly satisfying my need to be filled. “Oh, fuck. Yes,” I moaned, letting my head fall back. My back arched, pushing my tits out, and the professor was there, his wicked tongue doing devilish things to my nipples.
Flynn’s approving hum was the only warning he gave me before hooking my legs over his elbows and spreading me wider. He lashed his tongue over my clit. I saw stars. Gasping, I gripped the edge of the table and rode Flynn’s face, desperate for more. Flynn nipped me, licking my cunt as the professor thrust his fingers deeper.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, every nerve ending exploding simultaneously. I shouted out, but the sound was muffled by the professor’s hand clamping over my mouth. The action sent me straight into orbit. Wave after wave of sensation hit me, my cunt clenching tighter around the professor’s fingers as Flynn shifted to nipping my clit and prolonging the ride.
When the contracting finally slowed and my body stopped spasming, Flynn shifted lower, leaving my clit. I sobbed, not ready for this to end, but he didn’t go far. He travelled further south, lapping up my leaking juices from my skin. All I could see was his blond mane, messy curls framing his closed eyes. But even I could see the serene ecstasy in his expression. I clenched my star, and Flynn shivered, swiping his tongue over it.
“How does she taste, angel?” the professor murmured against my skin, his gaze locked on Flynn’s too.
“Like fucking heaven,” Flynn groaned, the vibration sending a skitter of sensation through my body beginning at my hole and travelling through me until my skin was a mass of gooseflesh.
“Mmm,” Professor Reid hummed against my nipple. “Get your dick out, angel. Fuck her until she’s screaming.”
Flynn stilled, his eyes popping open and silently asking me for permission. I bit my lip, nodding. I loved the contrast between them—that take-charge attitude was hot as hell, yet Flynn’s gentleness was one of the many reasons I craved his presence.
His shoulders suddenly fell, the glint of excitement fading from his eyes. “I don’t have protection,” he uttered, disappointed.
I didn’t care. I just wanted him. Needed him to be the one filling me. I needed to be connected with him in that way. “Doesn’t matter,” I reassured him, shifting my hips so the professor would move his fingers again. He rewarded me with a finger at my arse, rubbing my hole and pushing in just deep enough to stretch me.
“How many people have you been with since you last got tested?” Professor Reid asked.
Flynn shook his head, his cheeks pinking up, a rosy-red flush travelling over his skin down to the collar of his polo shirt. “No one.”
“Me neither.” I shifted my hips again, and cried out when the professor pushed in harder, pressing against my G-spot as he fingerfucked me and breached my arse. I was on the edge again, another orgasm building inside me.
“Strip, angel. I want to see that body of yours against kitten’s while you fuck her.”
I gasped, arching into him again. Fuck. The picture he painted, the way I was open and completely at their mercy, and the rough way he took my cunt and arse together was enough to toss me over again. I cried out, and this time Flynn’s hand clamped over my mouth as I rode wave after wave of bliss.
“That’s it, kitten,” the professor encouraged. “Come for me again.”
When it was over, and I was slumped back on the table like a starfish, I finally opened my eyes. The professor was there, licking his fingers, a lascivious look in his eyes. I flicked my gaze to where he was looking between my legs, and the sight before me took my breath away.
Every one of my fantasies were ramped up from zero to one hundred in a split second. I’d seen Flynn shirtless before, even seen him in boxers when we slept, But I’d never seen him naked. And fuck me, naked was a sight to behold.
All that compact muscle was tensed as if ready to pounce. His jaw was clenched tight, and his biceps bulged as he moved his hand. His abs jumped as if he was struggling to stand still.
