บททั้งหมดของ SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 175

Wyatt’s POVIt had been three days since Jonathan started staying with us, and he had locked himself inside one of the spare rooms in Bryce’s house.He refused to talk to me.I did not know whether he had spoken to Bryce at all during that time. All I knew was that he avoided me completely. If he heard my footsteps in the hallway, the door stayed shut. If I paused outside and said his name, there was only silence on the other side. That silence was killing me from the inside out. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to apologize properly for every lie, one by one, until there was nothing left unsaid between us. I wanted us to sit down in the same room and go through each thing I had done wrong, the mask, the recordings, the jealousy, the cowardice of pretending to be two different men. I wanted to confess everything without protection or excuse. Most of all, I wanted him to know that I loved him, and that I had wanted him long before the first night he ever knelt for a stranger in the da

Wyatt’s POVWe must have dozed off because I opened my eyes again, the light in the room had changed,. The morning brightness had softened into something warmer, the kind of light that meant more than an hour had passed. Jonathan was still against me, though his breathing had evened into real sleepMy arm had gone completely numb under his shoulder but I did not move it. I would have stayed in that exact position for the rest of the day if he needed the contact more than I needed feeling in my limb.For a few minutes I only listened to him breathe and eventually he stirred.He sat up slowly, drawing the sheet with him as he moved, while I stayed reclined against the headboard and gave him the full width of the bed to decide how close he still wanted me. My body still hummed with the aftereffects of what we had done, the residual heat, and the faint ache of holding back and then not holding back. My chest still ached with everything we had not finished saying, everything that one mor

Wyatt’s POV Jonathan came the first time with my cock buried in his ass and Bryce’s in his throat.His whole body locked, his scream was muffled and his hole clenched around me in tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly dragged me over with him. I held still through it, breathing hard, denying myself, because we were nowhere near finished and he had asked to be used, not gently finished after one orgasm.Bryce pulled out of his mouth and stroked Jonathan’s spit-slick cheek.“Good,” Bryce said. “That was one. You can give us more.”Jonathan shuddered, still twitching from the climax, forehead dropped to the mattress. “I…fuck…”“You can,” I said, and started moving again, slower only long enough for him to feel every inch, then harder again. He was oversensitive but he took it anyway, moaning brokenly into the sheets while Bryce moved around the bed to collect lube and something from the drawer.When Bryce came back he had a plug and a length of soft rope.Jonathan’s eyes widened. Then, slo