SUMMER

"Walker," I choked out, the name a panicked, frantic whisper as I tried to tear away from Maddox's grip.

He didn't budge. His head remained fixed in-between my thighs, savoring my heat.

Then slowly, he looked up at me, his eyes dark and unwavering. The danger hadn't scared him; it had only electrified him.

I tried to push away from him, eyes wide and darting toward the door, which was now open just a few inches, revealing a narrow glimpse of the surprisingly empty hallway. Still, the blood drained from my face, a cold dread replacing the intense heat.

Walker couldn't be back yet. The drive to the company was about four hours, especially with Seattle's Christmas traffic. But maybe…maybe he’d forgotten something important.

But as I stared, forcing my focus beyond the terror clutching my throat, I saw a familiar, low silhouette slip through the opening.

It wasn't the figure of my husband. It was low, sleek, and covered in gray fur.

Lucy.

The cat sauntered in, tail held high in a curious curve, her green eyes blinking lazily at the spectacle we presented. She let out a soft, questioning meow, then turned and walked out.

The relief that flooded me was so intense it nearly buckled my knees, mixing nauseously with the adrenaline coursing through me.

"It's... it's just Lucy," I breathed, the words barely audible.

I immediately tried to push against Maddox's shoulders, desperate to use the warning as a cue to end the madness.

"Maddox, we have to stop. That was too close. We can't—"

He didn't let me finish.

"Not yet, Summer,” he chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You've waited this long. You can wait a little longer." He lifted his head, his dark eyes glittering with dangerous intent, his hot breath fanning my V area. "I want you to be completely undone.”

"Maddox, please," I begged, but my hips voluntarily rocked against the air, seeking his soft lips against my clit.

He didn't hurry.

He lingered, his gaze fixed on my dripping pussy, a dark, consuming look that made the blood rush to my head. I was breathing in short, shallow gasps, my hips continuously begging for him, but he was savoring the control.

"You're soaking wet for me, Summer," he murmured, his voice wrapping around my submission. "Look at how much you want this. All that heat, all that wetness... just for me."

He pressed a single, tattooed finger into the slick fold of my pussy and I cried out— a muffled sound of shock and pleasure. My back arched violently against the cold marble wall of the kitchen.

"And you know what this is for, don't you?" he continued, rubbing that spot slowly, deliberately. "This is for every time you look at me across the dinner table. Every time you wore those seductive dresses that showed off those tits. Every time I knew you were thinking of me instead of him."

My cheeks were flushed scarlet. "Stop," I rasped, but the sound was weak, ruined by the pleasure he was extracting from me. The pleasure I was getting from his finger circling my clit was more than any guilt I could

He ignored me, his lips finally reaching where I needed him the most, pushing softly against my clit.

He kissed. Nibbled. Sucked.

“Yes, Maddox,” I whimpered. “Fuck, yeah.”

He straightened, his hard-on grinding against my entrance. The thick bulge of him rubbed the sensitive, engorged flesh of my clitoris, sending a blinding wave of sensation through me.

"You're mine," he growled. "You're going to take every inch, and you're going to sing my name. Can you sing, Summer?"

I'm far too wet and too aroused to think about what he meant. It was much easier to nod frantically like a needy little slut

Maddox held my gaze, his eyes dark, intense pools of predatory desire. I watched as he slowly undid the button of his denim, and then his cock sprang out free.

He was big. Thick.

It was just like I'd fantasized.

Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the tip of his cock against me. I felt the heat, the thick, smooth head pushing past the sleek, trembling lips of my pussy.

It was a perfectly, agonizing stretch.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, my fingers digging into the muscle of his arms. "Maddox... please..."

With a low, decisive grunt, he drove forward, burying himself in one deep, agonizingly slow push.

The world dissolved into a rush of pure, feet-curling sensation.

He was full.

Unbelievably, impossibly full. He stretched me around him until I felt the solid pressure of his hips meeting mine

He paused briefly, holding himself deep inside me, letting my body adjust to the invasion. His chest was heaving, his jaw clenched, and a drop of sweat traced a path down his temple.

"God," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfied lust. "That's exactly where you belong, baby. Tight. Hot. Dripping all over me."

Then, he began to move.

It started as a slow, deep drag, pulling almost completely out until only the tip remained, teasing my most sensitive parts before he reversed, plunging back in with a powerful, hungry drive that struck the deepest part of my core.

All sorts of guttural moans escaped my mouth.

My hips rose to meet him, desperate for the impact, the thrust, the delicious, sinful possession.

My pace quickened with every shaky breath that left my lips.

His thrusts were rough, and perfectly tailored to the hungry ache I had carried for years.

Each slap of his cock against my pussy drove me closer to the edge, making the sounds I made less recognizable. My head was thrown backwards, eyes shutting tightly, chest heaving so fast.

"Look at you," he grunted, his eyes demanding I acknowledge the utter ruin he was making of me. "Screaming my name while I use your body. You're cheating on your husband, Summer, and you've never felt better."

The dirty talk was a sharp, wicked edge to the already overwhelming pleasure.

With a sudden change in rhythm, he started thrusting faster, harder, pushing me against the cool, unforgiving counter. The sounds of our sweaty bodies meeting, the rhythmic slap of wet skin on skin, was the loudest, most forbidden Christmas carol I'd ever heard.

I was screaming unashamedly as my brother-in-law's cock kept pounding into me. The tension was building impossibly high, coiling into a tight knot in my pelvis.

I felt the unfamiliar, terrifying approach of reaching what would be the highest peak I'd ever climbed and I screamed his name—not the gentle plea from before, but a raw, desperate howl.

"There it is," Maddox ground out, his blue eyes now taking a totally darker shade. He drove in three final, punishing thrusts. "Come for me, Summer. Right here. Right now."

The explosion was immediate and shattering, rocking my body in a series of violent spasms that made me shake uncontrollably.

My orgasm was hot, loud, and utterly consuming, contracting tightly around the rigid length of his cock inside me, pulling a guttural groan of pleasure from Maddox's throat.

The trembling waves of my climax washed over me, leaving me soaked with satisfaction.

Maddox didn't stop. His thick cock was still buried deep inside me, his powerful body trembling with the effort of his own impending release. He pulled out slightly, then drove back in another severe thrust that pinned me hard against the marble counter. He flattened his palms against the counter on either side of my hips, and slammed forward.

He grabbed my chin with his free, tattooed hand, tilting my head back and forcing my eyes up to meet his. He began the thrust again, deep and hard, a punishing, possessive rhythm that stole my breath.

"You want to know the truth?" he growled, his face inches from mine, eyes burning with something wicked and unrelenting. "You're mine, Summer. Every filthy, aching part of you belongs to me.”

LIANA

The air outside Professor Reynold’s office was crisp with the approaching Christmas break. The hallway smelled of pine and cinnamon, credit of the festive garlands strung across the office doors.

It was the last day before the Christmas holidays and most of the professors had already clocked out early, eager to celebrate the break with their family.

I’d spent weeks plotting this, weeks fantasizing about the man whose name alone made my core clench—Elijah Reynold.

He was forty-two, devastatingly handsome, and had the kind of muscular buildup that looked strictly forbidden beneath his fitted academic tweed jackets. And me? At twenty-three, I was ready to admit to myself that I wasn't just a student with a crush; I was a horny, aching slut ready to be used. Ruined.

And I knew this was my last chance before the holidays.

Clutching the brightly wrapped gift box, I approached his secluded office on the quietest wing of the history department. I knocked once, then twice, but silence met me. On my way, I saw that his black sedan was still in the lot. He was definitely inside.

With a slow breath, I twisted the brass doorknob. To my utter surprise, it yielded with a soft click.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft, warm glow of a small Christmas tree tucked into the corner and the harsh blue light of a screen. Professor Reynold was seated in his leather chair, his back partially to the door. He wasn't grading papers. Not buried deep in history texts. No.

He was wearing his customary fitted gray trousers, his belt undone, the fly open, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. His sinfully beautiful face was flushed, tilted back slightly, eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop, and his mouth slightly open as he stroked the thick, veined length of his cock.

It was fully hard, glistening slightly, and utterly breathtaking. The unmistakable sound of his low, guttural moan filled the quiet office.

I froze, my heart hammering a wild rhythm against my ribs. The shock lasted only a second before a bolt of white-hot arousal shot straight to my core. My knees instantly went weak, and I had to press my thighs together, rubbing the ache that instantly began to throb in my pussy.

God, he was magnificent.

Suddenly, he shifted, catching the faint reflection of me in the dark window, and froze.

His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were wide with a mix of shock and acute embarrassment. He snatched the fabric of his trousers and quickly shoved his rigid cock inside, buckling his belt with a panicked haste that was almost endearing.

And God help me, I smiled—a slow, coy, predatory curl of lips that let him know I wasn't sorry to have interrupted his meat beating session. I was turned on, badly turned on and my pussy ached.

"Professor Reynold," I purred, stepping further into the room.

He stood up quickly, his tall, muscular frame now fully visible, but the air around him was tight with tension.

"Miss Brooks! I... I apologize. I wasn't expecting anyone. Is there something I can help you with?" He said in a rush.

I walked straight to his desk, hips swaying beneath my tight jeans. I leaned over his huge mahogany desk in a deliberate, agonizingly slow bend that exposed the heavy swell of my breasts beneath my thin sweater.

I placed the gift down, fingers lingering on the box.

"Just a little something," I whispered, straightening up slowly, meeting his flustered gaze. "A thoughtful student's Christmas present."

Reynold cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "Thank you, Liana. That's…very kind of you."

Instead of leaving, I rounded his desk.

He was backed up against the chair, trapped.

I moved behind him, my fingertips lightly brushing the broad, muscular expanse of his shoulder, right where the tweed met the collar of his shirt.

"You seemed to be having some trouble finishing up before the holidays, Professor," I murmured, leaning in close so my breath feathered against his ear. "I could help you better than those videos, don't you think?"

It was a bold, reckless move—but it worked.

A slow, predatory smirk finally curved his lips, melting away the embarrassment and replacing it with pure, dangerous desire.

"I see the rumors are true, then," he drawled, his voice deep and rough. "Liana Brooks isn't just a brilliant student. She's a very dirty little slut."

The word "slut" was like a match thrown onto kindling. A gasp escaped and my pussy instantly clenched, soaking wet and ready.

I didn't answer with words. I walked to his front, parted his legs open to accommodate me, and then I slid my hands down his firm stomach, past the buckled belt, and dropped to my knees.

I unbuckled the leather strap, then pulled down his zipper in one smooth, practiced motion. The scent of him—hot, musky, and faintly of an aroused man—hit me instantly. I reached inside and carefully freed the hard, thick cock.

He was magnificent. Even thicker than I’d imagined, veined and rigid, his head already glistening with pre-cum. It throbbed against my palm like it recognized me. I wrapped my fingers around his length, perfectly centering him in my eager hands.

"Oh, Professor," I moaned, running the tip of my wet tongue along the underside of his shaft. “You're so fucking big.”

He groaned out a curse, his dark eyes locking on mine.

I took the full, shiny, pink head of his dick into my mouth, wetting it slowly, letting the salty, earthy taste coat my tongue.

Reynold groaned loudly, his hands immediately grabbing my head, anchoring me in place.

I began working on his length with a fierce, practiced intensity. I pulled back slightly, then plunged deep, stretching my throat around his length. I bobbed my head on his cock, varying the pace, using the tip of my tongue to rake the ridges beneath the head of his thick cock, then swallowing him almost whole, until my lips bumped against his groin.

I felt him strain against my grip, his thick rod filling my mouth completely, making my jaw ache deliciously.

"God, Liana," he gasped, his voice tight. "You're a professional. You nasty little girl. I should fail you for this."

I couldn't speak, but I looked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes, letting him see the fierce desire in my face as I worked him. I used my hands to stroke the shaft, mirroring my mouth’s motion, milking him, driving him faster and faster toward the edge.

He lasted only minutes under my relentless assault. His hands left my hair, gripping the edge of his desk, his whole body convulsing, his warm seed filling my mouth.

"Enough," he rasped, pulling my head up just as a shudder began to run through him. He pulled his cock free from my mouth and a thick bead of fluid dripped from the corner of my mouth onto the carpet. "You're too much. Now, get up."

I rose, my mouth wet and tingling, my pussy throbbing so hard I could barely stand.

Reynold didn't hesitate. He grabbed me by the hips and spun me around, shoving me toward the desk. He bent me sharply over the surface of his huge mahogany desk, causing me to land hard on my hands. Everything happened in a blur, but within a few seconds, I was bare. Tits dangling free over my chest, exposed ass lifted high for my professor.

My wetness was already sliding down my thighs. I was burning and ready.

"You came in here asking for this, didn't you?" he growled, ripping his own pants down and fully freeing his stiff length.

He didn't wait. He grabbed my hips, slammed the rigid head of his cock against my wet center, and plunged in with an animalistic grunt.

I screamed—a loud, muffled cry of shocked pleasure onto the desk. He was immense, filling me completely, stretching me in a way I'd only ever dreamed about.

He slammed in again, harder this time. “Answer me, you filthy whore.”

“Yesss, fuckk…yess,” I moaned, hands scrambling to get a hold of anything.

He started the rhythm immediately—hard, fast, and unforgiving. The desk shuddered beneath me as he rammed in.

"Look at you," he panted, his voice raw with lust, his mouth inches from my ear. "Bending over your professor's desk. You're tighter than I imagined, you little whore."

“Please,” I gasped in a half plea and a half moan. I didn't know what I was pleading for, but it was definitely not for him to stop.

I liked his cock. I liked the length of my professor's big cock stretching my dripping pussy.

"I want to hear you say it, Liana. Say you're a slut."

"I'm a slut! Oh, Professor, I'm a fucking slut!" I cried, gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turned white.

He slapped my ass sharply, the sting momentary but intensifying the shock of the pleasure.

"Good girl," he growled. "Take it, Liana. Take every inch of your Christmas present."

He drove into me in a blinding series of powerful thrusts, his rhythm becoming a desperate scramble for release, making the heavy mahogany desk shake violently.

I felt the knot tightening in my stomach, the pressure building to an unbearable degree, and I started to scream his name just as he let out a guttural roar, pumping his thick, hot load deep inside of me.

He collapsed onto my back, a dead weight, his cock still throbbing in my core, his breath hot on the back of my neck. I was left a shaking, ruined mess, pinned to the desk, the Christmas lights twinkling innocently in the corner of the room.

Professor Reynold’s cock was finally sliding out of my pussy, leaving me sleek and gasping, when the unthinkable happened.

The office door, which I had forgotten to close properly in my lust-haze, swung open.

LIANA

A towering figure filled the door frame.

Panic surged through me as I realized who it was—Professor Sean from the Literature department.

My hands flew to my chest in an attempt to cover whatever dignity I still had left.

His presence hit me like a cold splash of water and a sudden rush that made my heart race. Sean wasn't as classically appealing as Reynold. He was older, with a lean, intense look that suddenly felt like he was just as potent as Professor Reynold. And the smirk on his face? It was knowing. Unsettling.

Reynold immediately tensed behind me, grabbing my hips to steady himself as I struggled to pull my jeans up.

"Well, well," Sean drawled, stepping fully into the room, his eyes raking over my chest and flushed skin. "Looks like I missed the main event. But I figured when I saw Liana Brooks heading towards this wing, I’d find the college's dirty little slut unfolding right here."

His words— calling me a dirty little slut out loud to another professor, should have made me mortified. But the heat pooling between my legs immediately flared again. I was already wet, already aching, and now there were two of them.

I guess I was a slut after all.

"Couldn't keep the door locked, Elijah?" Sean teased with a smirk, his gaze dropping to the visible, straining bulge just behind his own trousers. "Didn't think to invite a colleague to share the holiday cheer, eh?”

I watched as Elijah Reynold’s expression shifted from stunned annoyance to a dangerous heated look. He didn't bother to fix his clothes. Instead, he did the unthinkable. His hand slammed down, hard, on the curve of my butt cheek causing me to yelp. I cried out—a sharp, hoarse sound that was half-pain, half-pleasure. My hips instinctively bucked against him, causing my butt to grind against his cock.

"She’s certainly big enough to go round," Reynold growled, his hand kneading the soft flesh he’d just struck. "But she’s mine first."

The possessive declaration sent a shudder through me, making my nipples harden against my palm.

I loved the feeling of being claimed.

Reynold yanked my head back by a handful of my hair, forcing my face to look at him. The pressure hurt, but the dominance of the gesture was equally electrifying. It swallowed every bit of pain I should have felt. He crushed his lips down on mine in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of both sin and lust. His hands left my hair to brutally grope my butt, squeezing and kneading my flesh, while the other crawled up slowly to cup my heavy breasts.

Just as the kiss got more intense, he pulled back abruptly, his eyes dark with untamed lust, and with a rough push, shoved me towards Professor Sean.

The man caught me easily, his large, callous hands immediately closing over my hips. He dragged me against him, and I felt the shocking, immense pressure of his hard-on grinding against the wet, throbbing entrance of my pussy.

"Let's see if this nasty little thing can handle a real man's appetite," Sean muttered, his voice a low and dark.

I felt myself melt into his grip, my body already offering up my submission. This was supposed to be a nightmare. I'd come here with the intention of shooting my shot at Reynold, and now, it was about to be claimed by two dominant men. Still, I knew it was going to be a filthy encounter I’d forever remember.

Sean suddenly pushed me down toward the cold, hard floor, forcing me on my knees, right in the same room where I had just been fucked by his colleague

He reached for his belt with such unhurried precision. My heart pounded a furious rhythm against my ribs as I looked up at the older, more intimidating man.

Immediately his zipper gave way, his stiff cock, glistening with precum sprang free.

My hands immediately reached for the thick, straining, unbelievable length of him, a reflex born out of sheer, desperate lust. I pushed his cock into my mouth, gagging a little as his endless length hit the back of my throat. The air was thick with the scent of two aroused men, and the smell of my own dripping desire.

Sean's hand clamped on the back of my neck, guiding me into a more stable position with a possessive force that sent a shiver through me. I swallowed hard, looking up at his intense, unforgiving eyes before lowering my gaze.

He leaned forward, his voice dangerously low. "You wanted to be a nasty little slut for us, didn't you, Liana? Now prove it. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

The dirty talk was a heavy weight, pressing down on my control, forcing the last shreds of my polite student persona to crumble. I was consumed by the thrill of it, the illicit, dangerous, thrilling submission to these two powerful men.

I immediately swung to action, head bobbing on his length, eyes snapping shut to savor the feel of his huge cock in my mouth. I worked with a feverish intensity, my movements driven by a fierce need to please and a desperate need to soothe the internal pressure building between my legs. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, pulling low, guttural groans from Sean. His fingers tightened in my hair, anchoring me to his pleasure.

"That's it, you dirty little whore," he growled, his hips surging forward, driving the intensity further, stealing my entire breath. "Take every inch of daddy's cock.”

My throat ached, my eyes watered, but I didn't dare stop. I was lost in the overwhelming movement of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth in wet slapping sounds.

I could hear Reynold breathing heavily behind me, his hands caressing the back of my head as I continued working the length of Sean's cock. I felt his length tightening inside my mouth as the first shot of his warm cum hit the back of my throat. I kept my pace, milking. Sucking. Digesting every bit of my Professor.

Just as I thought I'd have enough of his seed down my throat, I felt the withdrawal of his thick length leaving my mouth. Reynold’s voice immediately cut through the haze.

"My turn.”

A soft gasp escaped my lips as I turned to look at him.

“You wanted us to use you, right? We will."

He lifted me, positioning me over the edge of his desk again. His hands gripped my hips and slowly, deliberately, he guided his hard length to a place that felt like it had never been touched.

It seemed watching me give Sean a blowjob had gotten his cock even more thicker than before.

“Spread wider for daddy, you dirty little thing.”

I felt a sharp pang of apprehension mixed with the blinding heat as his length drove further, stretching me unbelievably. I tensed, but the desire to obey, to take what he offered, was stronger.

I spread my legs wider, pussy dripping endlessly for him.

“Please…fuck me, daddy.” I cried, needing him to move inside me. I was feeling the ache tightening relentlessly in my core.

He ignored my desperate plea, applying a slow, insistent pressure that was both agonizing and thrilling. Then, with a gasp from both of us, he moved.

The shock of the invasion was immense, a full, stretching sensation that momentarily stole my breath.

I wriggled, clenching the edge of the desk like it was some sort of lifeline until my knuckles whitened.

"Don't you dare fight it," Reynold hissed in my ear, his voice rough and low. "It's all pleasure, baby girl. Just take it.”

He began to move at a fast, deep, pace that quickly became surprisingly intense. My initial shock dissolved into pure, raw sensation as my body started to adjust, contracting around his invading cock.

Sean was suddenly there beside me, grabbing my head. He held me tightly against the desk, and the thick, wet head of his cock bumped against my mouth, which was already wide open and uttering all sort of pleasurable moans.

"You like my cock inside your mouth" Sean murmured, his voice a dark murmur. "Open wide for me, slut."

He drove his entire length into my mouth while Reynold continued his assault to my pussy. I was utterly stretched, completely filled, suspended between two hard, possessive forces. The combined sensation was a blinding rush that had me screaming my lungs out in ecstasy.

I was being used, punished, and pleasured, and I couldn't have stopped it even if I wanted to. My voice broke on a strangled moan as the two Professors continued their unforgiving assault, claiming every inch of my body.

This is it.

This was the filthy fantasy I had been craving since the moment I first saw Professor Reynold's intense gaze in the lecture hall. I was the college slut, and they were the gods punishing me for my wickedness—except this punishment felt more like a blinding reward.

"You belong to us now, Liana," Reynold's voice was a low growl. His cock was a hard, relentless pressure inside my pussy

Sean gripped my chin, titling my chin up so I could look at him, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hammered his thick cock into my mouth. "Did you hear that, you naughty thing?”

I couldn't respond.

I was close to my climax. Close to the edge. So fucking close to seeing stars.

The combination was too much. Too big. Too fast.

My pussy was squeezing desperately around Reynold's cock, while my mouth was sucking and milking Sean's length.

I clenched my muscles around both cocks, pushing myself against the desk, screaming as the orgasm shot through me in frantic waves.