All Chapters of SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My face still burned from the embarrassment I was feeling from earlier, my cheeks hot under the fading afternoon sun. Why did I compliment Bryce’s outfit? Jesus, Jonathan, what a lame move. He probably thinks I'm some weirdo now, lurking around his office just to gawk at him. And yeah, maybe I was, but in my head, it played out differently with him pulling me into his office, slamming the door shut, his hands on my waist, yanking my shirt up to expose my skin. Fuck, even thinking about it now made my dick stir in my jeans, a low throb that I tried to ignore as I pushed through the crowd of students heading out.I was almost at the gate and was just a few steps away from the bus stop when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out and the screen lit up with a text from the mystery person who'd been texting me concerning my journal. I opened the message quickly, my breathing becoming ragged. “You actually listened to me and sat in the front row, I like that. It’s time for us to mee

“Go faster now, Jonathan. Twist your wrist at the top of your dick and imagine it's Wyatt's hand, making you leak like a slut, just like it is in your journal.”The words hit me like a slap, filthy and perfect and I sped up, twisting just like he said, the pressure coiling tight in my gut. My free hand clenched at my side, my nails digging into my palm. My balls ached, heavy and full, slapping lightly against my thigh with each pump. I was close, too close.. The heat was building, ready to spill.“Stop.”His voice yelled at me and I froze, my hand mid-stroke and my cock throbbing angrily in my grip. A whine escaped my throat, desperate. “Please…”“Please what?” He chuckled, dark and mockingly. “You think you get to cum already? No! Get your hands off your dick and let it throb for me.”I released it, my dick jerking in the air, untouched and begging. Pre-cum dripped from the slit, stringing down to the floor. My body trembled, every nerve screaming at me for release. But I obeyed,

The masked man rewarded me with another thrust, but it was controlled this time. He would slide in deeply, then pull back out to let me breathe before going again. He loved the way I would look up to him when he slid in deeply so he did it over and over again and to be honest, l loved it too. “That’s it. Let me hear you moan Wyatt’s name while I fuck your filthy mouth. I know the things your nasty mouth can say, Jonathan, so don’t act like you can’t be filthy with your words.” His hips rolled, making his cock gliding over my tongue, bumping my tonsils. I would relax my throat just to make him glide all the way in. I did as he wanted, moaning around him, the vibration making him hiss. “Wyatt... please…more…”But I faltered once, the name sticking in my mind, this wasn't him, I shouldn’t be doing this. It was like I would have a moment when I would be sane and realize that I was doing something wrong. Wyatt was my professor, and it was him I planned to do this with, not this person t

Wyatt thrust into my mouth slowly at first, letting me taste his salty skin and musky scent, then he moved faster, hitting the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue swirling the underside of his cock but he wanted to move brutally. He grabbed both sides of my head, fucking my mouth so hard with no pause. My gags turned wet, with tears streaming down my face, air stolen from my lungs each time he bottomed out.Bryce didn't wait and from behind, he spat on my hole, his fingers probing into it roughly. It was one finger at first, then two, scissoring me widely.“Oh, it’s so tight here but we’re going to wreck it.” Pain flared behind me but I pushed back, moaning around Wyatt's cock. The mystery man knelt in front of me, slapping his dick on my face when Wyatt pulled back for a breath. “I want you to lick my balls while you suck him.”And I did, my tongue lapping the heavy sack, sucking one in as Wyatt rammed deep again inside my mouth. The three of them owned me and my g

Jason hustled back to the espresso machine, steaming milk and pouring shots. He returned quickly, balancing the tray. “Here you go, these are our top sellers. But I'd say the latte's the star.” He slid it forward, fingers brushing the table near Wyatt's hand.“Popular means it's good, right? I'll take that one to go.” Wyatt's tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent, something commanding that hit me like a gut punch. His voice did crazy things to me, and I loved it. Jason hovered, not ready to walk away. “Do you want to taste it first? No pressure though. I just want to be sure that you’d like it.”Wyatt smiled and god, that smile, his lips full and curving just enough to make my mouth water. I wanted those lips on mine so bad. “Yeah, sure. But can it be in a takeaway cup? I have a meeting after this.”Jason giggled like a schoolboy. “Oh yeah, you mentioned that. Anything else? Do you want pastries? We've got fresh ones.”Wyatt hummed, scanning the display case. His eyes swept