All Chapters of Ruin me, Please: Romantic stories : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn’t have a real choice.My body was still throbbing from Sebastian’s fingers, still open and aching, still denied the orgasm it had been chasing. Looking up at both of them—Alexander’s controlled intensity and Sebastian’s open hunger—I felt the last of my resistance collapse.“I want us to finish what we started,” I whispered.Alexander’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good choice.”Sebastian’s mouth curved. “Very good choice.”Alexander’s hands went to his belt. The soft metallic sound of the buckle opening filled the bathroom. He unfastened his trousers and pushed them down just enough to free himself. My breath caught. He was thick, long, already fully hard, the head flushed dark. Bigger than Sebastian. The sight of it made my mouth water even as nervous heat coiled in my stomach.Sebastian didn’t wait. He unbuckled as well and freed his own cock. Not quite as long as his brother’s, but still thick and heavy, the tip already glistening. He stepped closer to the side of the t

I had wanted Professor Adrian Kane for three years.It started the first week of my undergraduate degree. He walked into the lecture hall in a charcoal shirt with the sleeves rolled up, salt-and-pepper hair neat, voice low and precise, and something in my stomach flipped so hard I forgot how to take notes. Even at forty-two, he looked very handsome and hot. Everyone else saw a strict, brilliant literature professor. I saw the way his hands moved when he wrote on the board, the way his muscles flex when he's teaching, the rare moments when the corner of his mouth lifted and made him look almost dangerous.I sat in the front row every semester after that. I stayed after class with questions I already knew the answers to just to hear him say my name. The way he pronounced it always sounded like a quiet command. I went home and touched myself thinking about those hands pinning my wrists, that voice telling me to be quiet, that mouth between my legs while I tried not to make a sound. I came

Adrian didn’t give me a second to speak.The moment he had me bent over the desk he yanked my lace panties down to my thighs, spread me open with his thumbs, and thrust inside me in one hard stroke. The sudden stretch tore a sharp cry from my throat. He was thicker than I had imagined during all those lonely nights, and he didn’t ease in—he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, breathing hard against the back of my neck.“Three years, huh?” he growled, voice low and rough. “Three years you’ve sat in my classes looking at me like this. And today you decide to crawl under my desk and suck my cock while the dean is five feet away?”He pulled back and slammed in again. The desk creaked. My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the polished wood.“Answer me, Sarah.”“Yes,” I gasped. “Mmm…I wanted— I’ve wanted you for so long—”“I know exactly what you wanted.” He set a hard, punishing rhythm, each thrust deep enough to force another broken sound out of me. “You wanted your professor to l

The steam in the bath house curled around my bare skin, thick and humid, as I stepped over the heated tiles toward the men’s pool. I was nineteen, toned from swimming, my body still carrying that fresh, unblemished glow of youth. My cock was already half-hard just from the prospect of what was about to happen. I’d heard the whispers—Damien, Bryan, and Knox were regulars here, always surrounded by eager men, always leaving satisfied. I wanted to be one of them.Damien was the first to notice me, his dark Albanian eyes locking onto mine as I lowered myself into the warm water. He was a few years older, lean but muscular, with a tattoo of a wolf coiled around his shoulder. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already thick and flushed."You're new," he murmured, his voice rough but smooth like aged whiskey. His hand drifted down his chest, fingers teasing the tip of his cock before wrapping around the shaft.I licked my lips. "Yeah. First time here."Bryan, the American, smirked from b

Knox’s fingers traced lazy circles on my thigh, his cock still half-hard against my hip. Bryan’s breath was warm against my neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Damien’s hand rested possessively on my ass, his thumb idly tracing the curve where my cheek met my thigh. Lina’s fingers played with the damp strands of my hair, her dark eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.Then the door to the private room creaked open.A woman stepped inside, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. She was tall, her body wrapped in a silk robe that did little to hide the curves beneath. Her hair was a cascade of auburn waves, her lips painted a deep, wine-red. But it was her eyes that held me—they were a piercing gray, sharp and assessing, taking in the scene before her with a slow, knowing smile."Well," she purred, her voice like honeyed smoke. "This is quite the party."Knox’s head snapped up, his cock twitching at the sound of her voice. "Mira," he said, his tone a mix