Page 15 of Forbidden Heroes

My body begins to shake and I arch, pushing my vagina into my professor’s face as my body begins to shatter around my orgasm. Hot liquids squirt and the wicked view of my wetness covering my professor’s face makes my core clench with another burst of release. I cry out the full force of my climax into my other professor’s mouth.

Sandwiched between both forbidden men, I can’t tell who is breathing the hardest.

“Like honey.” Elliot growls with what sounds like satisfaction and pushes to his knees, but not before he kisses each of my swollen lips.

The wicked glint in his eyes tells me this is where everything becomes more.

Hotter.

Dirtier.

And scandalously filthier.

I smile down the length of my exposed body and squeeze my legs against Elliot’s strong, wide shoulders and love the feel of all that muscle between my legs.

“Do you like how I taste, Professor?”

A flash of light shines into the car and my heart is no longer racing from the lust in my blood. It’s dead in my chest along with all the air in my lungs.

My lungs contract and refuse to work for long seconds.

Oh shit.

Fear paralyzes me and both men move swiftly to cover my body with theirs, making sure to shield my face. A car rolls past us and through a small gap between the men I spy a group of college boys pile out of a dark car and start tossing around a football. Jocks looking to kick off their spring break. I spot a six-pack in one’s hand and know they have no interest in us.

But it’s too late. It was close to frigid inside the car and I’m not talking about the weather. Reality all but shattered through the shield of fantasy that separated us from the real world. I can physically feel the men pulling back from me and it hurts.

Well screw that.

I bring my gaze back to Elliot’s and I watch as the hunger leaches from his once lit expression, barrels toward dread and swiftly morphs into regret.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So damn sorry.”

I swallow, my mouth dry as my professor scrubs his hands over his face and wipes away the evidence of our shared time on the cuff of his rolled-up sleeve.

My heart falls when Samuel mirrors his friend and slowly rights my dress and sets me aside from him.

“Let’s get you home.” Samuel’s voice is tight, controlled and icy compared to the warm, caring man that just made love to my mouth moments ago.

The arctic blast of his words stings but I hold a blank expression in check. I refuse to let either of them see how much their withdrawal hurts me.

All the signs tell me they want what we just shared as much as I do, but the consequences of our actions tonight crush anything serious before it can start.

I choke down all the emotions and hide them behind a lie. “I get it.” I offer a tight smile, unable to draw my eyes to theirs. I don’t want them to see the hurt so I refasten my strapless bra and smooth my hands along my dress.

But I can’t ignore the burning desire they’ve stirred in me and I don’t want the night to end.

But what the hell can I do about that?

I know wanting them is wrong and dangerous to all our futures, but I saw the look in their eyes and I know this is not some fleeting fun for them. It was the same look my father gave my mother all those years ago. I don’t remember much from that time but I remember that look. The way he would kiss her when he thought I wasn’t looking and the way she kissed him back.

I want a love like that in my life. I’m so tired of feeling alone. I feel that with these two men I can’t walk away from either one or deny what I’m feeling no matter if they are twice my age and a taboo in the eyes of society.

Elliot snatches my phone from the floor where it must have fallen from the single small pocket in my dress and gently places it in my lap. Beside me, Samuel drags his still hard cock back into his pants with a grunt.

“Are we not all adults here? Why should we fear wanting this? It’s not like we have to announce it in the school Gazette. It’s not like I will tell,” I say quietly, not trusting where my head is going with my train of thought.

Beside me both men grow still and slowly turn their gazes on me. Even in the darkened cab of the SUV I can see the fierceness in their eyes and my skin prickles, causing my nipples to harden.

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