Evelyn
My heart’s racing, and I struggle to keep my breathing quiet. My skin feels like it’s fine and it takes all of my self-control to push myself over the edge. I’m so close I’m sure just one of the guys gentle breath washing over my clit would send me spiraling.
Sean and Logan have been sneaking peeks up at me all day. Given the show I’ve put on for them, they’ve acted extraordinarily calm. So much so, I could wonder if they were interested at all. But though subtle as they were, the odd shifting of something hard and throbbing gave it all away.
I admit that a tinge of possessiveness takes hold at the thought of the other girls in class taking notice. Both men were strikingly handsome and successful so of course they’d have many admirers, but now as things are it’s becoming more and more intolerable. Those are mine, and mine alone.
When Sean and Logan announce the end of class, the room stands, and I quickly make sure I’m covered. I can tell my cheeks are flush and my clothes are disheveled, but I figured people wouldn’t look long enough to notice.
“Ms. Blackthorn,” Sean shouts over the human noise. “Would you kindly stay after class?”
The look of fury and lust in his eyes has me grinning like a horny school girl.
Logan is standing silently behind their desk, his knuckles whitening from the tight grip he holds onto it with. His anger is quieter, more subtle, than Seans. This doesn’t mean it’s any less potent.
A surge of euphoric fear courses through my body at the promises of what’s to come. There’s a crossroad where arousal meets hate, and I believe I’ve driven both men right to it.
As the last student leaves, Sean walks over and closes the door behind them. Logan’s eyes bore into me as he stands still as if a statue. The muscles in his arms are flexed and taught.
A sick devil giggles in my mind. I think they might actually hurt me this time. And I couldn’t have been wetter.
With the click of the locked door the air in the lecture hall changes. Sean turns on his heels and in sync with Logan stalks towards me. They circle me like sharks, both of them towering over me.
My heart’s racing as they herd me towards their desk. Suddenly Sean’s hand wraps around my throat. He jerks my head to face him, and a pitiful yelp escapes my lips.
He says nothing, but he doesn’t need to. His jade eyes hold a roaring flame of desire and rage that makes me shudder with anticipation.
He grips my shoulders and turns me towards the desk before violently bending me over it. Logan steps behind me, throwing my skirt up. The cool air stings the wetness starting to trickle down my thighs.
I hear him undo his pants while Sean walks around the desk until he’s at the opposite side of me, and the bulge in his pants graces my nose. I smile up at him like the brat that I am, and I run my tongue along the length of him. It lurches at my touch, and I giggle.
I feel Logan’s hot girth press up against my ass, and I arch my back for him. Sean pulls his cock out for me, and when his head slides in my mouth, Logan forces his way inside me in a single thrust. Neither of them takes their time. Both start fucking me mercilessly.
I gasp for air around Sean’s cock, only managing to breathe just enough to stop from passing out. Logan all the while hammers away at my core, setting my whole body on fire.
I can feel tears streaking down my face, and I try to brace my hand against Sean’s hip, but he just bats it away. Instead, he knots my hair around his fingers and uses it for leverage to force my face into his cock.
The room echoes with the sound of grunting, gagging, and heavy breathing. Occasionally either guy slaps or spanks me. I have to stop myself from biting down on Sean when Logan jams a spit lubed finger in my ass.
My senses are overwhelmed to the point where I’m beyond coherent thought. My body gradually adjusts to the pain and discomfort. As it wanes, the hour-long edging session bolstered orgasm begins to flare inside me. My body starts to jerk and convulse as I near the peak.
In perfect unison both men withdraw from inside me. I take the first lung full of air in the last twenty minutes as an overwhelming feeling of hollowness settles in.
I look around to find both men zipping up their pants and gathering their things. Before I can even get a word out, they’re out the door.
My body shakes with adrenaline and unreleased tension. I try to figure out what just happened. Were they mad at me? Did I do something to upset them?
I just let them have their way with me. Then they just left, with not so much as a goodbye. The assholes didn’t even fucking cum.
Why is this turning me on more?
My phone goes off. They both sent me a message.
I open both, and they say the same thing.
“How does it feel?”
A devious smile spreads across my face. They did all of this to get back at me for teasing them? The balls on these two!