Chapter 4

Four

Emberly

K issing a man like him should come with a flashing red warning sign. Something to prepare me for the onslaught of electricity spiraling through my entire body.

It's all-consuming and leaves behind a rush of adrenaline. It zips through every vein and pore in my body. I'm a New Yorker and being coy never really was my style so I roll with my spontaneous outburst.

The second his rough stubble catches my chin and his lips brush against mine hot, sticky liquid slips out to wet my panties.

Anticipation of the unknown of where the heck all this is leading leaves me unbalanced. While my head is all over the place, my body on the other hand has no problem reading the signals my brain is getting crossed.

I rise to the tips of my toes and his arms are around me before my next breath.

The kiss is soft at first like I caught him by surprise but that does not last long. That fire that keeps growing inside of me is out of control and I wind my arms around his neck as he flicks his warm, demanding tongue out to tease the seam of my lips open.

"God damn," Samuel half-growls beside us, and his hands are not just touching me now. They are possessive and demanding. The jacket Elliot gave me is tossed aside and Samuel's fingers are buried in the soft fabric of my dress. I can feel the confines of the material tighten around my ample bust. Another inch and my needy nipples will be exposed to both my gorgeous, passionate and obviously hungry professors.

Do I give in to my dirty fantasies here, tell them how I really feel? Or show them? Shimmy my shoulders a bit and give them what we all want? Do I risk it? Or wait?

Gah, why do I have to be so unsure all the time when it comes to them?

Samuel steals the choice from me and hikes the hem of my dress over my thigh. His large, warm hand peels aside my drenched panties and he slips a finger beneath the lacy edge as Elliot's tongue explores my mouth.

"I knew you'd be wet for us."

He studies my expression when I pull away from Elliot's kiss. For what I don't know, but I think he finds what he is looking for because in the next second he has his finger in his mouth, licking my juices off.

I whimper when he takes my lips next, and I taste my arousal on his mouth. Elliot holds me, kneading my ass as Samuel takes our kiss deeper. I wonder for a second if this can truly be happening and then I dash the thought away.

None of my fantasies can come close to what this feels like.

"My turn."

Mmm…that voice .

I shiver as it works its way over me like a third lover.

Using one hand, Elliot buries it in my hair and pulls me back to him, devouring my lips. If it's possible to get drunk on a man's taste, I found the way.

At first, I think Samuel will protest but he takes up the space behind me and Elliot shares my weight with his friend, never breaking our kiss.

Samuel sears the delicate skin of my neck with heated kisses and nips. I gasp into Elliot's mouth when he brushes over my thigh with his hand and drags a rough, thick finger over my aching clit.

Elliot takes that moment of surprise to haul me up against his body, and I wrap my legs around his thick waist, moving my dripping wet pussy and drenched panties over the large bulge of his cock.

Samuel helps support my weight, taking my ass in both hands and between them, I feel light as a feather.

Elliot swipes my soft mouth with his tongue and I moan into his kiss.

I gasp, shivering and loving the way they work my body together with not so much as a word between them.

Warm, claiming lips find my bare shoulder and I slip my hand behind his head to hold Samuel close. Night cocoons us away from prying eyes, but I can't help but wonder for how long?

I've craved this moment, dreamed of it, and I'm sad it could end before it ever really gets started. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I gently suck Elliot's tongue between my soft lips. I tremble as he wraps his large hands on my hips and pulls me against his hard, very aroused cock. With nothing but a thin strip of wet silk between us, I feel every groove and shimmy my hips in small circles.

He growls. "Fuck me, you're going to make me cum in the damn parking lot if you keep that up, sweet thing."

"Me too, Professor." It's out of my mouth before I can call it back. Not like either man needs the reminder of just how off limits I am to them.

Samuel's grip tightens. One little tug and he'll have my off-the-shoulder dress around my waist.

I don't remember telling my brain to reach for my nipples, but I do it anyway, and the cry of pleasure that comes out of me shocks us all.

Neither move.

And then, just as suddenly as it happened, both men break from me and Elliot is scanning the empty parking lot for any onlookers.

"Fuck," he groans with a pained expression, putting my feet back on the ground.

He pulls away, slamming a meaty fist down on the hood of the truck I now recognize as his.

I'm stepping back from both and I suddenly feel the chill of the night. My eyes stay locked on the ground and I wrap my arms around myself.

"I'm sorry," I start but quickly close my mouth. Where the hell am I going with it? I am not sorry and I refuse to say something I don't feel. Screw feeling guilty for taking what I want, especially if it's not hurting anyone.

Samuel leans his substantial weight against the truck and pulls me in as we let the night mask us, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"Don't do that. None of this is your fault, sweetheart."

I lean into him, absorb his nearness as raw, forbidden need pumps through my veins. Didn't I tell my best friend I wouldn't do this? I would simply do my studies, keep my nose clean and head down?

It is like I can't help but act. To feel. And be felt.

I place my palms on Samuels's chest and whimper when I feel all that taut, ripped muscle beneath my touch. It's wrong to like such older men looking at me with so much hunger. More so to have such naughty thoughts about my professors, but I can't deny the warm feeling of my hot liquid pooling between my thighs.

My fingers flex and my young body realizes it doesn't want anyone else but them.

"Fuck, baby girl." Samuel groans, sweeping a lock of hair from my cheek, and between us I can feel his cock twitch. Feel it? No, I can see it fight against the confines of his zipper and the size has me clenching my thighs tight.

Elliot is beside us with a grim look on his face and I pull out of Samuel's arms. He's reluctant to let me go but drops his hands to his sides and faces his friend.

"This shouldn't have happened, damn it, Samuel. Let's get her home. I told you it would be a mistake."

I run that across my brain a couple of times. So they had thought about me in that way. I can't help the smile on my lips, but I quickly tuck my chin against my chest.

There's a silence and I can feel the warring moment of wills between the men. Neither wants to walk away, I hope, but I have no way of knowing with how their expressions are locked up tight and their no-bullshit professor looks slip into place.

"Because I am a taboo?" I frown. My entire mood is shifting and quickly. I pull away and both men growl like beasts, pinning me to where I stand.

My pulse booms. I swear it is like a supersonic blast goes off inside me.

My face burns and their gazes follow my every movement as I run my hands down the front of my dress.

"Maybe this is the part where I should just say goodnight and walk away." I move to make good on my words and get half a step before firm hands are on my bare arms, pulling me against two hot, muscular bodies.

"Don't fucking move unless you want us to chase you down and haul you over our fucking shoulders, little girl. You will not be walking anywhere alone," Elliot whispers but the underlying growl I hear has my pulse throbbing in time with my aching core.

But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

My body goes rigid and before I can control my sharp tongue, I have my finger in the air and fury unleashes like hell's wrath. "Little girl," I start. "I'm not so little that you don't like the taste of my girl cum on your tongue," I sling at Samuel who only raises his black brows.

"Hmm. No denial?"

I turn to Elliot. "Or the taste of my tongue on yours as you tongue fuck me while I dry hump your cock."

I have no idea where this bravado is coming from but I'm glad the uncharacteristic outburst showed up when it did. With the way it lights both men's eyes with fire, I can't say I'm all that sorry for giving them a piece of my mind. "This little girl is pretty tasty up until what?"

"Until the part where we took advantage of a student in the parking lot of a pub," Elliot bites out and he did a perfect job of not disguising his disgust in himself.

"Taking advantage? Maybe you missed the part where my panties are so wet I probably left your pants wet too?"

Again, no denial. Just the clenching of his jaw.

"Sounds like our little girl needs a good spanking."

My chest rises and falls and both watch how my dress clings to my young, defiant nipples.

My lips part. Spanking? "As in bending me over…you wouldn't fucking dare?" Would they? I blinked back at them, my whole body going on high alert.

"Don't fucking go there, Sam." Elliot scrubs a palm over his face and groans, but I see the wild look in his eyes as if he likes the idea just as much.

Samuel ignores his friend. "Look how flushed she is. I think she secretly likes the idea of us spanking her virgin ass."

Heat shoots through me and settles between my legs. Their breaths quicken along with mine.

Elliot's eyes burn fiercely into me and the signs are clear he's at odds with what his dick wants versus what he considers is wrong. Wanting me.

Samuel doesn't seem to have the same problem. "We would and you will love the feel of my palm on your ass while he sucks those pretty nipples into his mouth." He speaks as if his mind is already made up for the three of us and the filthy picture he paints has my imagination filled with all the toe-curling fantasies I've created.

My mouth falls open.

They want me. Their hard lengths give that away in spades.

Elliot wants to devour me with his mouth and body as he is doing with his eyes this second—he just can't decide if he should. Understandable. I'm a career killer and they could cost me my scholarship.

It's tempting to push him and see how far I can test his limits, but I don't want to be someone he regrets. If I don't hold myself to a certain level of standards, I'll only have myself to blame when he turns me away in the end. "Never mind, as I said. Forget this ever happened and I won't mention it again."

"Get in the fucking truck, Emberly, and don't make me tell you again." Tension sparks in the air around us, but I know the threat of him slinging me over his shoulder if I refuse might come about. Samuel hauls open the back door to the large SUV and cocks his head toward the open door, and Elliot closes the slight distance between us, cutting off my only exit. I don't bother telling them I'm not going anywhere, so I do what I've done all night. I obey their commands.

Now what?