SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST

My eyes were closed, but my body felt alive in ways I couldn't control. I was in the dim light of what looked like the university's anatomy lab, a place where we cut open bodies to learn about them but tonight, it wasn't about learning. It was about Professor Wyatt Rooke and Professor Bryce Lockhart. The two men who haunted my life. 

Wyatt stood in front of me, tall and built like he could break someone without trying. His white coat hung open, showing the tight shirt underneath that hugged his chest. His eyes, looking dark and sharp, locked on me like I was his prey. 

“You've been staring at me a lot in class.” Wyatt said, his voice low and rough, stepping closer. My heart pounded but I couldn't speak and just nodded my head, my face hot.

Bryce was right behind him, leaning against a steel table with that calm smile that always made my stomach twist. Bryce was smoother, with his hair neat and body lean but strong. He didn't say much at first and just watched with those green eyes of his that saw everything.

“You know what he wants.” Bryce murmured, his voice soft. “Show him.”

I backed up against the table, my hands gripping the edge. I was in my student scrubs, which were thin and easy to push aside. Wyatt reached me first, grabbing my chin hardly, tilting my face up.

 “You think about this? About us?” Wyatt's breath was hot on my skin and I just nodded again, my  throat dry.

 “Say it.” Wyatt demanded.

“Yes.” I whispered. “I think about you…the both of you.”

Wyatt's mouth crashed down on mine suddenly, rough and demanding. His lips were hard on mine, his tongue pushing in deeply, tasting like coffee. I moaned into it, my body going soft. Wyatt's hands were everywhere, sliding under my shirt, his digging into my sides, pulling me closer. I felt his cock press against my thigh, hard and thick through the pants and it made my own dick twitch, straining against my scrubs.

Bryce moved in slowly, his hand on my back, rubbing down to my ass. He squeezed it firmly but it wasn’t painful, like he was testing the softness. 

“Good boy.” Bryce said near my ear, his lips brushing the skin just above my earlobe, making me shiver. His other hand slipped around to the front, palming my erection through the fabric. 

“You’re so hard already. I can tell that you dream of this everytime? With us touching you like this?”

I could only gasp as Bryce stroked me in slow circles that made my hips buck. Wyatt broke the kiss, trailing bites down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks on it. 

“Strip him.” Wyatt ordered, his voice hoarse.

Bryce obeyed, but gently. He tugged my scrub top over my head, exposing my chest. I  wasn't built like them, I had a lean body from running, but it was not muscled. Still, Bryce's eyes lit up. He leaned in, licking a nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. My head fell back, a whine escaping my mouth. It felt electric, wet and warm, his tongue flicking it just right.

Wyatt watched for a second, then yanked my pants down. They pooled at my ankles, leaving me in just boxers. His hand went straight to my cock, gripping it tightly through the thin cloth. 

“Look at you, leaking already.” He squeezed it, and my knees buckled. He held me up, one arm around my waist. 

“On the table. Now.”

They lifted me like he weighed nothing, laying me back on the cold steel. It shocked my skin, but the heat from their bodies chased it away. Bryce spread my legs, kneeling between them. He hooked his fingers in the boxers and pulled them off slowly and teasingly. My cock sprang free, hard and dripping pre-cum. 

Bryce smiled as he looked at it. “Beautiful.”

He leaned down, his breath hot on my thighs. Then his tongue, flat and wet, licked me from base to tip. I cried out, my hands fisting the table edges. He did it again, but slower, swirling his tongue around the head. 

“This tastes good.” Bryce said, before taking me in his mouth deeply with no warning. My hips jerked up, but he pinned me down with a hand on my stomach.

Wyatt was at my head, undoing his own pants. His cock fell out, thick and veined, bigger than I had imagined in my secret writings. He stroked himself, while watching Bryce suck me. 

“Open your mouth.”  Wyatt said and I did, eagerly. He fed his cock to me slowly, inch by inch, until I gagged a little. 

“Relax and take it.” He hushed me. 

I tried, breathing through my nose. Wyatt's hand in my hair guided me, thrusting shallow at first. The taste was salty and musky, filling my mouth. Below, Bryce bobbed his head, sucking hard, one finger circling my hole, pressing just the tip in. It burned a bit, but it was still good, making me moan around Wyatt's cock.

They worked me like that, in sync. Bryce added a second finger, scissoring me slowly and stretching me. 

“I’m going to fuck you soon.” Bryce promised, popping off to speak. “Deep and hard.” 

My body clenched at the words, wanting it. Wyatt pulled out, letting me breathe, then slapped my cheek lightly. 

“You want our cocks? Both of us?”

“Yes.” I panted. “Please. Fuck me.”

Wyatt grinned darkly as he climbed on the table, positioning over my chest, pre-cum dripping on my skin. Bryce stood, shedding his clothes. His cock was long and curved just right and hard for me. 

He rubbed it against my entrance, teasing me. “Ready?”

I nodded, my heart racing. This was it, the full thing, them inside him, pounding me until I couldn't think anymore. Bryce pushed the head in, slowly and I gasped at the stretch. 

Wyatt leaned down, kissing me messily, our tongues tangling.

Suddenly, a loud ring came from outside the doors, echoing through the lab. 

Ring. Ring. RING.