Page 16 of Forbidden Heroes

“It’s not us we are worried about. We’re grown men and don’t give a shit about what people say behind our backs. You, on the other hand? Your life is just starting out and you have a full ride all the way to the top. We can’t fuck that up for you no matter what we may want. Now drop it, Emberly, and let’s get you home.” Elliot’s words are gruff and a little more than just strained as he speaks.

I ball my hands in my lap and clamp my mouth shut. How many times have I not learned actions speak louder than words? Through high school I’d tried every which way to get my mother’s attention. Nothing caught her eye until I walked through the door with my full scholarship offer.

Same thing here. Only action will get these men’s attention.

Anger and determination wraps around the hard set of my shoulders as they drive me back to my apartment.

Elliot’s eyes find mine in the rearview mirror and burn right through me. Beside me Samuel slams a fist against the door and I jump. “Damn it don’t look at us like we’ve kicked your fucking puppy, Emberly.” His brows draw together and I want nothing more than to reach out and smooth the tight skin between his eyes. But I keep my hands to myself.

“We don’t like this any more than you do.” Elliot finishes his friend’s thoughts, but they lost sync somewhere along the way because in the next instant I can hardly breathe. Samuel’s hands are on my face and his lips claiming mine. There is no way my pulse can shoot any higher. Elliot’s growl of pent up frustration roars from the front seat.

Panting Samuel breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine.

“You’re too fucking good for us anyway.”

Elliot rolls the truck to a stop outside my building. Samuel steps from the SUV and I follow, wrapping my arms around my shoulders when the cool air hits my warm skin.

“Wait. Come here, honey.” Samuel pulls Elliot’s jacket from the back seat and slides it around my arms.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“We will wait here until you are safely inside.” Samuel takes my shoulders, turns me around and nudges me forward with a swat on my ass.

“Go before I change my mind and ruin everything for all of us right here in front of the whole damn town.”

At this hour no one is awake to witness anything, but I only nod, secure in what I have to do next.

The door to my apartment shuts behind me with a soft click and I lock the deadbolt once I’m inside. My body is still tingling, vibrating from the feel of their touch. I peer from the front window to see them slowly pull away from the curb and clamp my thighs closed trying to ward off the lingering feel of Elliot’s tongue flicking across my clit.

It’s no use. I barely have a chance to let my dress fall to the floor before I’m on my bed and my finger against my clit working my hot, aching nub. My bra joins the heap of my dress and I’m pinching my nipples and rocking my hips to the filthy image of my professors between my young thighs.

In my mind it’s Elliot slipping one finger and then another into my wet slit. It’s Samuel twirling my nipples and massaging my breasts with his strong hands.

I gasp and my skin warms as I pull at my nipples as I imagine Professor Samuel sliding his thick length between my hungry lips, his hot precum on my tongue, and then he’s bending me over his friend as he runs his hard cock through my juices and nudging my back entrance.

I’m panting as both of them enter my body, slow at first, and then fucking me hard and fast with their large cocks.

In my fantasy I see myself pinned between both men, their rock-hard bodies molding to my softer one, their hands exploring my body, claiming me with their touch as much as they are with their cocks.

Having never had a man, much less two, I let my fantasies fill with tonight’s experiences. Their taste and their tough burn into my memory.

In my mind I’m pleasuring them as much as they are me and I know just what they like. I clamp my body around both their lengths and milk them with small motions, their hot seed shooting into me and filling both my holes.

The mental image of my professors holding me and us coming together is all I need. My orgasm comes fast and barrels me over the edge. I ride it out with a sharp cry of surprise on my lips.

As I fall I can’t stop the forbidden feeling of belonging to them from taking over me. I know deep down these two much older men own me and if I want them as mine, I’ll have to play dirty.

Seven

Elliot

Wrong.

This is. Dead wrong. It doesn’t matter the angle, every second of the last twelve hours is wrong.

Emberly is what? Eighteen? No. Nineteen, like that makes it any of this better. I scrub a palm over my face and try to make sense of my jumbled thoughts.

I know the social stigmas that wrap around a taboo like this. Two older men like us with a young, flawless woman like her will sink her future faster than her wrapping a cement block around her feet and trying to swim.

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