ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (58 page)

Cindy’s hand shook as she turned the doorknob. He’d responded to her light knocking with a gruff demand to enter. The e-mail had been just as gruff, telling her that she had to come by his office the following day at three. The thought of being in such close – and private – quarters with him had nearly driven her into hysterics, but what option did she have? She had to get control of herself – she couldn’t drop the class, and he was her
professor
for God’s sake. Even in her wildest dreams, it would never work…even if she wanted it to…which she didn’t, right?

Except, why had she spent the whole day off thinking of him? His low, primal voice, the accent that made it smooth as butter, his hands on her shoulders, or perhaps lower…or lower still…

And then why had she worn these short shorts and tiny camisole? It was still warm out, sure, but it was far from an appropriate outfit for this sort of meeting.

The room was dim as she entered, tiptoeing up to the chair in front of his desk. He sat brooding, watching her with those greenish-gold eyes.

“Cindy,” he said, voice tight with control. “Sit.”

It was more of a demand than a request, and she happily obliged, unsure if her legs would even support her for very much longer. Being so close to him…oh, God, it was like he was a drug, pure heroin, something exuded from his skin and eyes like…like…

Like pheromones,
she thought.
Like a mating call…

“You need to drop my class,” he said, curt. Cindy’s jaw dropped open slightly, a squeak escaping her throat. Coughing, she tried to pull herself upright in the chair, to look less like a wet puppy.

“Because I missed? I was sick and….” She said.

“No,” he growled, and pushed her assignment across the desk towards her. “Because of this. You got it all right, Cindy. Every detail about how a shifter feels when he finds a potential mate. How he knows. How she knows. And you’re not stupid. So you should know why I need you to drop the class.”

Cindy’s heart dropped into her stomach.
I was right…oh, my God, I was right…

“I can’t,” she said, voice too high. “It’s not going to look good on my…”

Cillian slammed his fist against the desk, interrupting her. Her heart raced, palms breaking out into a sweat. She was feeling that woozy feeling again, her stomach churning and knotting up. With no small shame, she felt her nipples hardening under her shirt, felt her panties growing damp. She’d only been under his gaze for a few minutes, and already she was feeling something she’d never felt before. Desire. Uncontrollable desire. Needy desire.

“I don’t give a shit about your transcript,” he said. “Do you know what will happen if we’re in that classroom together for a full semester?”

At that, he rose up, his back arched, his eyes glowing amber. Cindy shook her head no, but she thought she had an idea of what he was going to say. Almost before she could blink, he was in front of her, towering over her, his body all heat and taut muscle. Leaning over to grab the arms of the chair, his eyes loomed close to hers, hypnotic and luring. She wanted, more than anything, to lean forward, let their lips crash together and…

“I’d take you,” he growled, a chill running up Cindy’s spine. “I would do anything I had to, and I’d take you. And I’d make you mine. I’d claim you; make you my mate. And you’d be begging for it. I can smell how wet you are right now, Cindy. I can feel your heat. You would feel this way all the time, every moment we were together, unable to even
think
about anything but my cock inside you, my tongue against your clit. Is that what you want, Cindy? To be a slave to pleasure? To be
my
slave? Or to have me as yours?”

Cindy squeaked again, her head spinning, her fingers digging crescents in the wooden edge of the chair where she grasped it.
What do you want…what do you want…do you want…do you want…

“Yes,” she whispered, giving in to the desire that coursed through her veins, flooding her senses with a pressure so great she felt it might kill her. “I want…”

“No, you don’t,” he growled, pulling himself away with visible effort. Cindy’s eyes widened as she took in the sizeable bulge in the front of his pants. “You want to make something of yourself, and have a life…”

“I never felt this way,” Cindy said, interrupting him. Something deep inside her sparked with anger. Who was
he
to tell her what she did and didn’t want? This was something she’d never had before – something that other people only had a fraction of. Who was he to say that she didn’t want it? He didn’t know her, didn’t know that all of a sudden, all of those years of feeling
nothing
seemed like one long preparation for this moment, this heat, this need inside her.

“I’m sure you haven’t,” he said, turning away, moving around the desk once more. Before she could stop herself, she leaped forward, grabbing his arm and yanking so that he would turn to her once more. The contact between them ignited flames that sparked at every nerve in her body.

“Don’t tell me what I want,” she hissed. “I want to feel….”

Her sentence was cut off by a moan as her professor’s hands suddenly clutched at the crotch of her shorts, rubbing the fabric against her sex, her eyes rolling back into head in the sudden and singular pleasure.

“This? Is this what you want to feel?” he growled, moving in once more, now grabbing her hair with his other hand and yanking backwards, revealing the creamy white line of her neck. His lips fell to her skin, the vibration in his throat sending shivers through her flesh as he rubbed at her slit, one thumb grinding against her clit through the denim.

“Yes, please,” she moaned. “More…”

His teeth grazed her neck, his hand moving away only to plunge down the front of her shorts, bypassing her thin panties, her wetness slick against his fingers. Cillian groaned against her.

You need to stop, you need to stop, you need to…

But it was too late. He had to have her now. He needed it more than he’d ever needed anything. He needed to lick her wet slit, lap at her juices, feel her cunt tightening in climax. He needed to fill her with his seed, claim her, mark her as his, dig his fingers into her flesh until she screamed with pleasure…

With a single swooping motion, he cleared the desk, and grabbing her around the waist he sat her down on it, his hand slick with her juices, his mouth attached to her flesh as though if they were apart for a single second her would die.

“I need to taste you,” he growled against her skin, and Cindy gasped as his hand closed around the top of her tank top and ripped it away – quite literally, the top was in tatters in his hand, and he threw it to the side. She was so lost in pleasure and desire that she could only sit dumbly as he did the same to her bra, his hands coming to rest on her breasts, kneading them roughly and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Arching her back, she leaned against her hands, eyes closing in bliss as her body responded to his rough touch. His mouth finally left her neck, his hot breath blowing across her breasts. Looking down, he saw her eyes studying her like he wanted to memorize every inch of her flesh.

“So beautiful,” he growled, then leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, playing over it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. Cindy almost wanted to cry for all the years she’d spent feeling nothing, no hint that pleasure like this could ever exist. She could feel him purring against her as he lapped at her breasts one at a time, tonguing each nipple in turn, his hands cupping her large breasts from below.

She could smell him, wild and musky and…
alive,
somehow, in a way that normal humans weren’t. His hands fell to her shorts, and Cindy lifted herself slightly as he shimmied them down. The smell of her sex filled his nostrils, her dampness an aphrodisiac of the highest order. For a moment, pulling his head away from her chest, their eyes met, and Cindy almost came from the intensity of his stare.

“You want this?” he growled, one finger teasing her slit, tracing it with the slightest contact.

“I need this,” Cindy heard herself responding, her body crying for release, her thighs trembling with need. She felt her sense of self being pulled into him like a riptide, all her logic and plans for the future swallowed up, leaving only a deep, dark hunger.

Without another word, Cindy’s professor dropped to a crouch in front of her, and his hot breath against her pussy made the walls of her cunt tighten in anticipation. She could do nothing but watch as he brought his lips towards her dripping slit.

“Holy fuck!” Cindy screamed as she felt his tongue lap at her clit. Her thighs immediately closed around his head, her arms giving out, body slamming backwards against the desk, his tongue finding her clit again and flicking over it quickly, then circling it, then flicking it again. Cillian could smell his student’s juices, and wanted them, let his tongue slide downwards to her slit, probing inside her, tasting her sweet and musky nectar before returning to her clit.

He felt her hands against the back of his head, pulling him forth, needing more. And he needed to give her whatever he wanted, needed to feel her buck and come against his face, needed to drink every drop of her. He snaked his tongue around her clit, flicking it and lapping at it. Cindy’s face and chest began to burn, a pressure building up right underneath her stomach. Her hips squirmed, a knot of tension inside her.

And then he closed his teeth around her clit, gently, and her gasp filled the room, the slightest edge of pain making that wave crest and break in a shattering release of pleasure. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling him tight against her, lightning bolts released all throughout her body, her clenched muscles releasing in a rush of ecstasy she’d never known before. It seemed to last forever; the tingling, shuddering, pulsing pleasure. And then, all too soon, it faded, and she was left panting against the desk.

Until he rose up once more, and looking up she saw his lithe figure towering above her, those molten gold eyes devouring her naked body, his hands falling to her hips and pulling her forward in a single jerking movement.

“I’m going to claim you now,” he growled, one hand falling to his zipper. Cindy’s eyes widened as his cock emerged, fully erect and massive; none of the few guys she’d been with before had been close to his size, and her body was seized in sudden panic – it wouldn’t fit. There was no way.

But when he pressed the head against her slit, she moaned, his eyes on her drawing forth her desire once more, as though it were some rope inside her that he had his hands on and could tug into life at any time.

“Wait,” she said, breathless. Lifting herself up, she reached for his shirt, hands shaking. “I want…I want to see all of you…”

Pushing her hand away, he ripped his shirt open, popping the buttons and revealing his long, muscular torso; Cindy moaned slightly as he pressed himself closer to her, and her hands came to his chest, feeling his cut abs contracting, his skin hot and smooth under her palms. The need inside her felt unnaturally strong after the climax she’d just had, its urgency devastating.

Her hands moved to his arms as he grabbed her lower back, pulling her closer, his cock beginning to stretch her slit, making her moan. She needed him inside her, right then, needed to feel him filling her up entirely, plunging his cock deep inside her, where pleasures she’d never imagined seem to lie in wait to be awoken. Her hands fell to his hips, her eyes drawn to his, and as their gazes locked, tension like a steel rope between them, he pushed forward. Cindy cried out, thighs held tight around his waist, ass half off the desk now as he throbbed inside her, tearing her in half, pushing her pussy beyond its limits.

He thrust slowly inside her, watching her eyes fall into a lidded stupor, her mouth open in carnal desire. Her still-buzzing clit rubbed against his lower stomach with each thrust, a second climax building inside her. And then the desk disappeared underneath her and she was held in his arms, his strength unmatched, making her seem light as a feather as he rammed into her faster and faster with each thrust.

The new angle gave his cock room to slip deeper inside her, and she felt her face flushing with a sudden rush of heat and pleasure, her legs clenched around him, her arms around his neck, his hot breath growling into her ear.

“Mine,” he said, again and again as he filled her, feeling her fingernails digging into his back, the pain only heightening his pleasure. Her soft, warm cunt seemed to suck him in with each thrust, and he could feel himself beginning to lose control entirely, his panther roaring inside him, the girl in his arms shaking and shuddering as her orgasm built and built.

“Yes,” she panted, “yours.”

With that, he could hold back no longer. Cindy’s body erupted as he pistoned into her one last time, the stroke landing him deep inside her pussy, hot wet cum pumping into her, bringing her climax to a crest with each spurt, her own contractions milking the seed from his cock. She felt her ego disappear once more as their eyes locked together in shared pleasure. When finally he set her back down on the desk, pulling out with a wet plop, she lay back, spent.

“I guess you can call me Cillian now,” he said between panting breaths, collapsing backward onto the chair she’d been sitting in.

“Oh,” she said, dazed and blinded as satisfaction nipped at her limbs, fingers and toes buzzing. Leaning upwards onto her elbows, she giggled. “What…what kind of shifter are you, anyway?”