TEACH ME HOW TO BURN (AN MXM SPICY COLLECTION)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jordan stroking his thick cock in the hot tub, moaning my name while he came. By the time morning light filtered through the windows, my dick was aching again and my head was a mess of guilt and raw need.At breakfast, I tried my best to act normal. I sat across from Jordan, keeping my eyes on my plate while Mom and Mark chatted excitedly about their plans. Every accidental brush of our legs under the table sent heat crawling up my spine. Jordan kept glancing at me, his green eyes dark and knowing. I avoided them.After breakfast, I made excuses. I helped clean up, then disappeared outside to “check the boat.” Anything to put distance between us. It worked for a while.Around ten-thirty, Mom and Mark announced they were heading into town for groceries and some wedding errands. “We’ll be back in a couple hours,” Mom said, kissing my cheek. “You boys find something fun to do. Bond!”The moment their car disappeared down the gravel drive

(Fast paced)The clock on the wall of Dr. Sean Houston office ticked past 9:30 PM, its steady rhythm the only sound breaking the heavy silence of the empty literature department. The prestigious Goldbay University campus outside was slick with rain, the kind of relentless downpour that turned the quad into a mirror of black sky and golden lamplight. Sean leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his temples as he stared at the stack of unfinished essays on his desk. His tailored white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms, and his dark hair was slightly tousled from running frustrated fingers through it.At thirty-six, Dr. Sean Houston was the epitome of academic authority—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes that could silence a lecture hall with a single glance. Students whispered about him: the brilliant but intimidating professor whose analyses of forbidden desire in classic literature left them flushed and

Mommy dearest married my step-dad when I was seventeen. They were a terrible match.For one, Dr. Philip—everyone called him Dr. Philly—was a professor at the local university and a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most evenings with his nose buried in thick stacks of research, and if it weren’t for his body demanding it, I don’t think he’d take a break to eat, sleep… or do anything else.And then there was my mom. She was the exact opposite—a social butterfly who flirted with anything that moved. That’s how they met, at some book club event she dragged him to for funding on his latest project. I never bought the relationship. I figured she’d get bored of his quiet academic life and move on—which she did. She also moved on without me. She put on a show about me needing a “stable environment” to finish high school, but the second I turned eighteen she was gone. I didn’t mind. Between you and me… I’d already decided Dr. Philly was going to be mine.Of cou

I stopped and grabbed his cock, shocking him with my sudden grip. “Daddy… don’t you want to fuck me again? I know you do. And I want you to fuck me again and again and again until we’re both so exhausted we can’t even move. I want you to fuck my ass, my mouth—anywhere you can stick that fat cock. And then I want to stick my tongue up your ass. Have you ever had that done to you?” I asked, grinning at his shocked expression. I laughed softly and tugged his cock gently. “You’re going to love it, Daddy. There’s nothing better than getting your ass rimmed. I’ll even teach you how to do it to me.”“You’ve done all these things?” he asked, incredulous, as he followed me toward the master bedroom. “But you’re so young!”“Daddy,” I said, smiling over my shoulder, “when it comes to fucking, I’m way more experienced than you. But it’s super cute that you still think I’m innocent.”I knew without looking that his eyes were locked on my bare ass as I walked. I could practically feel him imagining

Chapter 1: Horny bestfriends fuck each other Mike slammed the front door behind him and immediately yanked his tank top off, tossing it onto the back of the couch. His skin was still glistening with sweat from the gym, muscles pumped and veins standing out along his arms and chest. At 25, he looked like the kind of guy who lived in the weight room — broad shoulders, defined abs, and a happy trail that disappeared into his loose gray basketball shorts.“Kevin!” he called out, voice echoing through their shared two-bedroom apartment. “You home, bro?”“Living room,” came the reply.Mike padded barefoot across the hardwood floor and dropped heavily onto the couch beside his best friend and roommate of three years. He spread his legs wide, one knee bumping Kevin’s thigh, and let out a long, frustrated groan.“Dude… I’m so fucking horny right now it’s actually painful,” Mike said, half-laughing, half-serious. He palmed his crotch lazily through his shorts, not even trying to hide it. “I ne