Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Ana groans, her eyes rolling as her blush grows deeper
“Okay, bye, Kempton.”
“Have fuuuuuunn,” I tease in a sing-song voice as Ana slips out the window holding strappy black heels.
Alone, I slump onto my bed, my pulse still roaring. My skin still tingling. My mind still whirling and my thoughts still swirling.
I lost my virginity tonight. To my professor. Ana would get a kick out of that, seeing as she did the same thing. But more than that, right after him, I slept with his adopted brother, the hottest, most desirable guy at Winchester. I slept with two men tonight, and I’ve never been more turned on. In fact, I’m still turned on.
Tonight was insane. Both of them were so hot, and so gorgeous, and good. It was exhilarating, and wild, and mind-blowing. And even if part of me is feeling more than a little slutty right now, there’s no denying how blisteringly hot it’s making me. I start to replay how they felt, and how they each touched me. I start to replay the memory of both of their big, thick cocks taking me. Beckett joked about “seeing who’s bigger”, but the truth is, I’m not sure I could say.
I’m sore, but in such a good way. And messy. And sticky.
I blush, glancing at the closed window before I peel my skirt off. God only knows what happened to the panties Beckett tore off of me. My hands slide down over my tummy, and then further down. I gasp as my fingers tease over my pussy, feeling the tenderness there, but also still feeling the lingering lightning of desire from the both of them.
My fingers run over something slick and sticky between my lips, and I moan softly. Beckett’s cum. Maybe Porter’s too. Fuck is that a filthy, slutty thought, but damn if it doesn’t send my pulse racing all over again. My fingers slide deeper, and I gasp as I start to rub, my hips rising as I start to push my clit against the palm of my hand. I gasp, moaning as I twist on the bed, the other hand pulling my tank top and bra up as my fingers tease over my nipples.
I curl my fingers in and out, and my mind goes to dark, dirty places as I replay the nights events. Only this time, I go darker. Dirtier. More wrong. This time, in my head, I’m not just sleeping with both of them. I’m sleeping with both of them together. At the same time. In my filthy mind, Beckett doesn’t just linger in the doorway. He strides over to me, peeling his jeans away and stroking his thick cock. I cry out, my hands moving faster as I imagine Porter taking me from behind while I open my mouth for Beckett. Or in another scenario, it’s Porter who joins us in Beck’s Jeep.
Two men taking me. Four hands touching me. Two mouths kissing every inch of my skin. And two big, thick cocks making me come like I’ve never come before.
And that does it. With a cry, I go crashing over the edge, the orgasm crashing over me as I rub Porter and Beckett’s cum into my clit and bury my screams into the pillow.
Slowly, I come back down to earth. I swallow, rolling out of my bed and tossing the rest of my clothes away before I head into the bathroom and start the shower.
Tonight was the wildest night of my life.
…Now what?
9
Kempton
I take one last deep, shaky breath. A couple of students push past me, one girl shooting me a weird look for just lingering in the doorway like that before she realizes it’s me and flashes a quick smile. I swallow, smoothing down the plaid skirt of my uniform.
The bell in the hallway rings.
Okay, it’s time.
With one final deep breath I step right into Porter Truman’s Math and Statistics classroom and shut the door behind me. I glance up, and instantly, I wish I hadn’t. Because the second I look up, he looks up from behind his desk at the front of the room, and our eyes lock.
Hard.
And fuck, you can feel the heat in the air between us, that is, before he yanks his gaze away, his jaw clenched as he clears his throat. I shiver as I step forward, moving to my seat, which of course, is freaking front and center.
Great.
I slip into my chair and smooth down my skirt again before I pull out my books and notes as Porter starts his lesson. He’s always a little gruff, and a little stiff at the front of the classroom. But today, it’s only more so. He speaks in mutters, and barks out questions, all while very, very pointedly ignoring me. It’s like he’s purposefully ignoring looking at me. But I get it. I mean, I feel weird enough, but to him? This could be career ending for him if it got out.