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.”