Chapter 3

Three

Jemma

P rofessor Preston steps closer.

I breathe deeply, holding the air in my lungs at the sheer size of him dwarfing me. I want so badly to run my hands up his chest again. To feel the slabs of all those muscles under my hands. Tied up in my own thoughts, his words don't register until a couple of seconds later.

"On time?" Is that my heart rate or theirs I'm hearing like a herd of horses?

"Yes, sweetheart," Professor Preston husks darkly.

Though the partial darkness hides it, I blush fiercely.

They are both alternating between answering, keeping me off balance and if I had my libido under better control the games would piss me off.

I shift my head and raise my eyes to Preston's, keeping my fingers firmly around the strap of my bag instead of on him where I'd like them.

Professor Black moves to my right and suddenly It's New Year's Eve all over again. They have me pinned with no way out, only this time it's a bookshelf at my back instead of a bed.

There's a piece missing though. Him. Professor Thurston. Whiskey Eyes.

Professor Black strokes a warm, gentle finger across my cheek and over my bottom lip. I shiver; every muscle in my body clenching to feel more of him in other parts. Reading my body language or just really good at seducing women, he knows how much they both affect me. He places a hand on the shelf above my head, leans his large body over me and I'm frozen in place when his lips find mine in a slow, burning kiss.

"Just as perfect as I remember. Smooth, soft. Delicious." His smile deepens, arrogance pulling at the corners when he breaks away. "Sugary sweet and so so dirty."

My eyes go wide, heart pounding wildly.

His eyes narrow on me. "Don't tell me you don't remember, sweetheart."

I do.

"Remember what?" Play dumb. Keep cool.

"Did you notice the glitter in her hair, man? Silver and purple. Remind you of something?"

Shit. He's right. I've washed four times, but it's like I haven't washed it at all. Someone at the party thought a glitter bomb would be a great idea. Fuckers. When I tried for my stealthy escape out the side patio door, I ran straight through a cloud of silver and dark purple glitter that oddly matched Professor Preston's mask.

"Where have we seen these shades of glitter before?"

"A party. Have you been to a party recently, Jemma? Do you have it in you to get a little wild?"

I roll my eyes. "I've been to a lot of places." Heart racing, body tingling, neither of them buy the half shrug I give.

Both of them laugh and the crisp, white tailored shirts stretched over rippling muscle crease and give with the movement of their light laughing.

They've both popped the top two buttons at the neck and I know if they were to roll up the sleeves, I'd find muscled arms underneath.

It's when they both grow silent again that I start to worry.

"Maybe you need a better reminder. What do you think?"

Preston's voice is deep, rich and spoken so low I have to strain to hear. Before I can gasp in a lungful of air, he takes my chin in hand and it's his mouth claiming mine this time.

His possessive, take all or nothing approach sends a wave of heat through my body and I know the strip of cloth between my legs is soaked through. If either man touches me, they'd find me wet and ready.

I moan when Preston's tongue pushes against my lips and he takes my mouth in a rough, heated kiss. Just like the first time. How could I ever forget?

God, what was happening here?

My jaw drops the second he pulls away to stare down at me.

"I think you have me confused with someone else," I say meekly. My words come out shaky at best, terrified at worst. Because the part of my brain still operating says the mathematics of my current situation means only one thing. They know.

Air comes in short supply suddenly.

Professor Black chuckles and it's a gravelly sound that shoots my blood pressure through the roof right along with my need to feel his tongue on my nipples.

He drops one of his hands to my stomach and slowly works his way to the edge of my uniform. I didn't want to go home before work so I dressed in this lousy thing. Now I'm suddenly grateful for the lack of light.

He growls at the way I buck against his hand. My skin prickles as he slides farther up my thigh. I wish I could say I don't moan, gasp and clutch his hand to me the second I feel his fingers slide my wet panties to the side, but I'd rather not lie.

I do all those things and more.

I spread my legs wide open and Preston is right there to help his friend. His strong hand echoes the same movements of Black's. Holy fuck. I'm instantly soaked. One tortures my throbbing clit, the other sinking a thick finger into my channel. Together they work me until my chest heaves with the need to find air.

Dripping girl-cum over my professors' wicked fingers in the back of the library didn't make it to my fantasy list, but now...God yes, please!

"Our dirty girl likes being naughty in public. Are you getting hot and bothered because someone might walk in on us?"

Nope. "How should I react when you have me pinned and ready to come?" What I really want to say is I can't seem to help myself around them. But letting them know how much control they have over me seems self-sacrificial.

Their eyes burn fiercely for a second as they stare down at me. "Wow, you guys take working together to a whole new level."

I tend to get snippy and sarcastic when I'm nervous or getting fingered in the public, it seems. Something I'm just learning about myself.

"She's fucking soaking wet."

"Professor Black, Professor Preston," I whisper, not really knowing what else to say. My brain left my body in control and right now it says roll with the incoming orgasm.

Preston buries his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth to his.

Black growls and I know he likes seeing his friend deep-throating my mouth with his tongue.

They fall into sync and both bite, lick and kiss their way down my throat. My hands go to the back of their heads and I hold them there, savoring every last second of this moment.

But habits are hard to break and I've sent the better part of my adulthood with worry as a steady companion. "What if someone finds us, what if I… what if I…" And that's where all thoughts die.

"Scream for us baby. God, her pussy is sucking my finger deep."

"Give us everything. Come and when you do, you'll get your surprise."

Preston inserts another finger, stretching me, pumping me faster. His friend mercilessly strokes my clit. My eyes flutter shut and buck against their hands. Their cocks throb against my thighs with the last of my reservations evaporating.

"Take me," I plead.

"We will, baby. Soon enough."

"Come now, Jemma! Give us all of it!"

I don't know who says what but I obey. Fire licks against my insides and the faster they stroke my clit and finger fuck me the closer… "Oh, yes, right there," I pant.

My body tightens, blood rushes, my pussy clenches, spilling hot girl-cum.

"Beautiful every time," Professor Preston purrs.

I whimper when Preston withdraws his finger. He brings it to my mouth and swallows thickly as he dips it between my lips. "Suck it," he commands gruffly. And I do.

It's filthy and I should feel shameful. But I open for him as he feeds me his cum-coated fingers and I moan when the taste of my release touches my tongue.

"Mmm, fuck that's sexy." Professor Black is leaning over me, his mouth brushing over my ear as he speaks. "Suck it clean, baby and then kiss me."

Preston pulls out with a juicy pop. Obeying, I turn my head and he wastes no time taking my mouth with his possessively. His tongue strokes over mine like I belong to him. I never thought of myself as submissive. Quiet and to myself, yes. But these two dominant males make me feel things I don't entirely understand. But I hope they can show me.

Slowly they both pull away, eyes burning with raw need to take this further.

Limp from my release, I fall into two sets of thick arms, my hands pressing against hard muscles.

"Next time, I want all those juices on my cock," Professor Black growls. "While you're taking Professor Preston's cock in the ass," he adds, making me shiver from head to toe.

A dark chuckle comes from the opposite side of the room if you can call it that. It was more of a passageway from the commonly used section of the library to the older section no one used except for nerds like myself.

"I see our girl's memory has returned."

My head shoots up, my vision a blur from all the lust flowing freely through me, but nothing can keep me from recognizing those sharp, piercing eyes.

Professor Thurston prowls toward us only to come to a stop in front of me. He's dressed similarly to the others—like they just walked out of a board meeting filled with the world's wealthiest A-listers. Sharply creased dress slacks and crisp white shirts.

And rightly so. They own one of the most successful cyber security firms. Why they want to spend their time in an East Coast university I don't have a clue. They've been here two years now and they are giant puzzles to me. Other than recruiting brains, why else stay? It's not like they can't hand select the top of each class without teaching.

Not that I'm complaining at the moment.

Massive shoulders block the only faint source of light filtering through the doorway.

"You're beautiful when you give such forbidden orgasms."

His friends have hands on each of my arms and stupid as it may seem, for a second I feel like the virgin being sacrificed to the Big Bad.

He cups my jaw and considers me for a long moment.

I'm so not the master I wish I was at playing it cool.

Clearly something annoys him about me being here. Or him being here. I can't tell. He's hard to get a read on with the light less than optimal and my brains still stuck on hyperdrive after my orgasm. A tight jaw muscle bulges and those piercing whiskey eyes bore into me. I feel like my darkest, most private secrets are being revealed to him, one by one.

After a few heartbeats of staring down at me he gifts me a roguish grin. "I've been curious for days about something, baby. Did you do as instructed, Jemma?"

How many times did I sit through class wishing to hear such a sweet endearment from him? Now that I have his undivided attention, I can't seem to conjure up anything sexy to say.

Whimpering submissively, I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. His gaze has me mesmerized. I can't move, look away. I can only give him my full attention. Much like when he's giving a lecture. Maybe that's why I excel in his advanced computer science class.

Large hands come to settle on my hips. I realize it's grown quiet. Not a sound filters through from the outside. Just the tinkering of branches against some unseen window from the storm rolling in.

"What's the question?"

"Did you sleep with our milk still coating your skin?"

I freeze despite the sudden burst of heat pulsing through me. What a filthy question to ask. If his words aren't bad enough, he uses his thumbs to caress lazy circles just above my hip bones and it's driving me crazy.

"Excuse me?"

He raises a brow at my absentmindedness, roaming higher up my work dress until his palms take the weight of my breasts.

"Maybe I wasn't clear." Pressing my breasts together, he growls at the sight of my uniform opening just enough to reveal the crease of my cleavage.

He leans over me.

My mouth falls open on a silent gasp.

Oh, what's he...oh...I like that. God, it feels so nice.

Using the tip of his tongue, he drags it over the dip of my cleavage and my nipples harden impossibly hard.

Jesus.

"Did you shower these beautiful girls when you returned home after our night together? Or did you do as we instructed."

Oh.

There's something about the tone of his voice, so different from when he's lecturing, that has me wanting to answer anything he asks of me. They've yet to come outright and ask me if I was the girl they shared. Glitter or not I could still claim innocence.

Professor Black wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back against this hard body. And I mean hard. His thick, throbbing length presses into my ass, teasing. I swallow at the memory of seeing him shoot his load over my breasts last time. Would they take me right here in the library? Against a wall, table, or shelf? Long winter coats I didn't notice before are tossed over a table to my far right. For a girl who prides herself on noticing the smaller details I sure missed a lot.

I clear my throat. "Did you have this planned?"

I try to move my arms and both Preston and Black tighten their hold.

" Tsk tsk , baby, you're not going anywhere just yet. You have a few answers to give and you're going to give us the truth."

"And when you do, you'll be coming with us."

"I am?"

I am. I know it. They know it. I want to stay with them and enjoy the hundred different ways they will take me.

But instead of voicing my darker desires I go for another approach. "I'm sorry. Go with you?" They're not going to take me to the Dean's office, are they? "Have I done something wrong?"

Beyond the obvious, that is and if I land in the hot seat for breaking campus rules, I won't be alone. I keep that to myself for now.

Honestly, it scares me how easily I want to follow them anywhere they lead. No questions asked. Something visceral about the way they carry themselves holds my attention and it's not because of how close they are standing. Or how my body reacts to the simple caress of their body heat against mine.

Stunningly good looks, soul-piercing gazes, and muscles made for making me reach climaxes are only the icing on the cake with these three. Alone, each command a room, but together they pulsate a dominating energy that demands obedience.

"No, we have something else in mind."

"Wait," I start, but Professor Thurston is on me, pulling me out of Black's arms and into his before I can finish. He growls into my ear, "We're done waiting. You have no idea how long we've waited to have you. New Year's was just a taste to keep us from kidnapping you the second you walked in the door of that fucking party. You're in our world now. Let us show you just how deliciously wicked it can be."

My brain reels from the dump of information he feeds me. "Waiting?"

"Waiting," Preston confirms. "Watching and bidding our time. You thought the back of the classroom would keep you safe?" He laughs. "It just made us more aware of you and now that we've had a taste we're not going back to looking and not touching."