Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours

Dirty Choice

Kendra’s POV

My heart was still hammering as I left the bathroom. Professor Kane’s words kept echoing in my head — low, filthy, and dangerously tempting. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers brushing under my skirt, the heat of his breath against my ear.

I should have gone straight to Criminal Law class where Lena was saving me a seat. Instead, I found myself walking slowly down the quieter corridor that led toward the lecturers’ offices, my short skirt suddenly feeling too short, my skin too sensitive.

Two doors. Two completely different kinds of trouble.

Professor Reed’s office was at the end of the left hallway. I knew that door intimately — the way it creaked slightly when opened too fast, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with old books and the faint smell of s*x that always lingered after our “sessions.” He was possessive, intense, and knew exactly how to break me down until I was a moaning, dripping mess on his desk. He had claimed me weeks ago, and part of me liked belonging to him.

But Professor Kane’s office was on the right — newer, closer. I had never been inside, but the way he had spoken to me in the bathroom… the quiet confidence in his voice, the dark promise in his eyes. He didn’t just want s*x. He wanted to test me. To see how far I would go. The thrill of the unknown made my thighs press together as I walked.

I stopped in the middle of the corridor, biting my lip hard.

What the hell am I doing?

My phone vibrated in my bag. I already knew who it was before I checked.

Prof Reed: My office. Now. Don’t keep me waiting, naughty girl.

A second message followed right after.

Prof Reed: I’ve been thinking about that tight p***y all morning.

Heat pooled between my legs. Reed was familiar. Safe in the most dangerous way. He knew my body better than I did. He knew exactly how to make me scream his name and beg for more. But lately, his possessiveness had been growing. The way he looked at me in class sometimes felt less like lust and more like ownership.

I glanced toward Kane’s door again.

He was newer. Riskier. The kind of man who might push me further than Reed ever had. The way he had locked the bathroom door and spoken to me like I was already his little secret… it made me wet just thinking about it. But going to him meant betraying Reed. And if Reed ever found out…

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling how soaked my panties already were. My body was betraying me, craving both men in different ways. One offered the devil I knew. The other offered a new kind of sin.

I took a few steps toward Reed’s office, then stopped.

The memory of Kane’s deep voice slid into my mind again: “Skirt around your waist… panties around your ankles…”

A shiver ran down my spine.

I turned and took three steps toward Kane’s door instead. My pulse was racing so fast I felt dizzy. What would happen if I knocked? Would he really bend me over immediately? Would he be rougher? Gentler? Would he make me beg louder than Reed did?

I stopped again, standing frozen in the middle of the empty corridor like an i***t.

This is stupid, Kendra. You’re going to get caught. You’re going to ruin everything.

But the ache between my legs only grew worse. The thrill of choosing — of deciding who got to f**k me today — felt intoxicating. Almost powerful.

My phone vibrated again.

Prof Reed: If you’re not here in five minutes, I’ll come find you myself.

A clear warning.

I stared at the two doors, breath shallow, n*****s tight against my top. Left for the man who already owned me. Right for the man who wanted to claim me.

My feet moved before my brain could make a final decision. I started walking slowly, each step echoing my confusion.

I didn’t know which door I was heading toward.

Not until my hand reached out…