Filthy Professor: A First Time Professor and Student Romance (Wynton Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  “Come on, let’s get you dried off.” He winks as he leads me back to our towels, and we settle down in each other’s arms. I could die happy at this moment. Reality sucks, but here with Logan, in this place, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. I know I’m screwed. The one thing I want is to be with him, properly be with him. I know that is never going to happen.

  * * *

  I get ready for dinner at the hotel restaurant and dress in my favorite flowery maxi dress with a split up the thigh and plunging neckline. My heart is hammering in my chest. The first time I’ve ever been out to dinner with Logan, and I’m nervous.

  We’ve had many times together, chatting and sitting over dinner at his place, but this is different. It feels like a real date, and telling my heart otherwise will be tough. He has made me fall for him. I know dinner will make everything worse.

  The butterflies battering around in my stomach are making me feel sick. I’m not sure how long I’ve been “getting ready” in the bathroom.

  Too long as Logan knocks at the door and shouts, “Sasha, what’s taking so long? We will be late for our reservation.”

  I clear my throat. “Sorry, I’m ready,” I say, walking to the door and opening it.

  Logan’s eyes light up as they drop to scan my dress and then rake back up to my eyes. “Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair. “You look so beautiful.”

  My heart skips a beat, and I can feel myself falling harder by the minute. Logan’s sparkling blue eyes hold my gaze for a moment. The heat in them makes me quiver with need. My panties soak through, and I groan a little.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You’ve made me wet already,” I say.

  He smirks down at me. “Good.” His hand entwines with my own, and he pulls me toward the door. “We’ve got to get going, or they might give away our table.”

  We head down in silence. A tension is cloaking the air between us. It’s a different tension than normal, and I wonder if Logan feels this is a step too far. A real date. That’s what this is.

  The restaurant is on top of the cliff with the table looking out over the sea, reflecting the sparkling moon and stars in the water’s surface.

  “Hello, reservation for Logan Tanner,” Logan says to the host.

  He nods. “Right this way, sir.”

  Logan’s hand remains entwined with my own, as he leads me toward a table in the far-right corner of the terrace. It’s secluded and private. It makes me more nervous.

  We sit, and the man hands us our menus. Logan orders a bottle of wine.

  I open the menu, and my mouth falls open at the prices. “This is too expensive.” I shake my head. “We should go somewhere else.”

  He reaches for my hand across the table. “You’re worth it, baby.”

  A lump in my throat forms, and I struggle to swallow around it. God knows how much this entire trip cost him, probably far too much for a college professor to afford.

  “Relax and enjoy our time together, not in my apartment or office,” he says.

  I nod and try not to let my mind run away with me. I read the menu. It’s all very fancy. “I don’t even know what to order.”

  “Do you like steak?” he asks.

  “Yeah, is that what you’re having?”

  He smiles. “Yes, shall I order it for you?”

  I nod, thankful that he is taking the lead here. I’m out of my depth in this place. Perhaps this is standard for Logan. Maybe he is used to fine dining with the women he dates. My stomach twists with jealousy at the thought of him taking any other woman out.

  The waiter brings our wine, and Logan orders our steaks. We chat, and the unease I felt melts away.

  “So, why did you choose Hendall University?” Logan asks.

  I shrug. “I’m not sure, to be honest. It wasn’t too far from home, and I got in.”

  He laughs. “Do you know what you want to do when you finish?”

  I shake my head and pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Not really, no.” I can feel my cheeks heating. He probably thinks I’m a stupid little girl that should have all this figured out by now.

  “You’ll work it out. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do until two years after I graduated.” He smiles at me, chasing away the nerves twisting my guts.

  “Really? You strike me as the kind of guy who always has a plan.” I raise a brow.

  “No, I’m a take it as it comes kind of guy.” He turns serious. “I never had a plan for you turning up and derailing me.”

  My heart skips a beat. “Sorry about that.”

  He smirks. “I’m glad you turned up. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.”

  My stomach pools with heat. Does he mean it, though? “Don’t be so silly.”

  His eyes turn serious, and his jaw clenches. “I’m not being silly, Sasha. It’s true.”

  The waiter arrives with our steaks, breaking the tension between us as he sets them down in front of us. I tuck in, thinking about his words. I can’t be the best thing that has happened to him. Does he mean the sex?

  We chat about college and what he did before he became a professor. The wine flows, and I feel tipsy by the time we’re finished. Before I know it, it’s almost midnight, and we’ve drunk our way through two expensive bottles of wine.

  He pays the bill, which would have been unbelievably high. Then we head hand in hand back toward our room. Once we’re in the elevator, he pins me against the wall and kisses my neck. “Time to test out that hot tub. I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls into my ear, pressing his hard length against me.

  I moan, my thighs clenching at the thought. “I want you so bad.”

  He kisses me again, silencing me with his lips.

  The elevator arrives at our floor, and we can’t get to our room quick enough. We’ve barely shut the door, and Logan’s already got my dress off me and on the floor. I work at his shirt, but with the effects of the alcohol, I’m too slow, and he helps by ripping it off, sending the buttons flying across the room. He undoes his belt and then slips out of his pants and boxers all at once.

  I undo my bra and then slip my lacy panties down past my ankles.

  He growls as he watches me, giving me that fierce, hungry look that makes me even more desperate for him. His arms snake around my bare waist, and he pulls me into him, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, and carrying me out onto our private balcony looking over the sparkling sea.

  He sets me down in the warm water, and a sigh escapes my lips.

  He joins me, settling in by my side. “Sit on my lap,” he orders, eyes locked on my own.

  I move and straddle him, linking my arms around his neck. His hard length throbs against my entrance, making me grind against him to get the friction I crave. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had him. It’s never enough. My desire for this man is impossible to quench.

  His hands cup my ass cheeks, and he spreads them wide. I freeze as his finger circles the tight muscles of my asshole, sending a new thrilling sensation through my body.

  “Stand up and turn around,” Logan growls.

  My thighs clench as I do as he says. His hands cup my ass cheeks, spreading them wide again. I gasp as his tongue flicks against my most private place. It ignites a new, naughty thrill inside my body. He pulls away. “Do you like me playing with your ass, naughty girl?”

  I moan as he returns his tongue to the same spot. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His tongue plunges in and out of my ass hard and fast. His fingers dip in and out of my pussy at the same time.

  “Do you want me to finger this tight little hole?” he asks.

  I moan loudly. Having Logan's finger in my ass so filthy, but such a turn on.

  “I want to hear you say it, Sasha.”

  I buck my hips backward and nod. “Yes,” I gasp.

  He slaps my ass, sending a delicious sting through my body. “Naughty dirty girl,” he growls, pulling his fingers from me and circl
ing my back hole with one.

  My slippery juices are coating it as he pushes through the tight muscles. I cry out as his finger slips into my ass and sends pleasure I’ve never even dreamed of through my entire body.

  “Do you like that, Sasha?” he growls, pulling his finger in and out of my hole.

  I moan and whimper beneath him, unable to respond to his question. Stars dance in my vision. A pressure unlike anything I’ve felt before builds inside of me. He stands behind me, keeping his finger in my ass and allowing his cock to rest against my thigh. It pulses against me, hot and hard, and so ready.

  “Fuck me,” I cry out.

  Logan’s finger thrusts faster in and out of my ass, sending me right to the edge. The moment I’m about to come undone, he thrusts his cock inside my slick pussy, keeping his finger in my ass.

  The heat inside of me explodes like a bomb. My muscles clench around him, and I come undone, screaming Logan out into the midnight air.

  He withdraws his finger from my ass and pulls me down to sit on his lap, twirling me around, so I’m facing him. His cock is still hard and throbbing inside of me. Logan kisses me passionately and then thrusts in and out. I meet his movements, bobbing up and down on him in the hot, bubbling water.

  “That’s it, baby, ride your professor’s cock hard,” he grunts.

  He pinches my hard nipples between his fingers as I move faster and faster on his cock, driving myself right back to the edge again. His throbbing dick lights up every pleasure center inside of me. “That’s it. Make that come on that thick fucking cock,” he grunts against my lips, and that’s all it takes.

  I writhe against him as he thrust once more, hard and deep, roaring as he comes. His hot, thick cum pumps deep inside of me as his balls empty every drop. The sensation of his dick twitching and filling me with cum makes me unravel again — every muscle in my body tenses as I clench down on his cock and come all over it.

  “You’re mine, Sasha,” he mutters against my lips.

  “Yours,” I reply.

  I collapse in his arms, and he twists to hold my back tightly against him, so we’re both gazing up at the twinkling night sky.

  I know I could stay in this moment forever, lost in his arms feeling happy and safe. My stomach churns with dread as this blissful fantasy will come to an end tomorrow when we head back to Wynton. We will go back to fucking in secret and back to me being a fling and nothing more.

  17

  Logan

  I’m standing in front of my class talking about Paradise Lost by John Milton. But, I’m on autopilot, not paying attention.

  Ever since I met Sasha, I’ve not been the best teacher. All I can focus on is her and how beautiful she looks sucking on the end of her pen. She used to do it innocently, but ever since we started fucking, I’m sure she’s teasing me as she slips it between her plump, red lips.

  It’s been four weeks since we first slept together–since I took her virginity. We’ve been stealing risky moments around campus or in my office, not to mention a very hot and dirty weekend away.

  She’s even been spending a lot of time at my apartment and slept over more times than I can count. It’s a first for me. I never let women sleepover.

  It’s the first time I’ve felt like this for anyone, and she’s my damn student. This past weekend we spent most of the time together in bed. She told her roommate she was going home for the weekend. It’s less risky being at my place since I live alone on the other side of Wynton.

  I’ve never wanted to sleep with one woman only for this long, but ever since I met Sasha, she’s the only woman that I want. She’s growing more and more confident in the bedroom and in the classroom. It’s hot the way she challenges me intellectually and sexually. She wears short skirts to class now, and never has panties on, in case I get the chance to make her come on her desk. We’ve been getting ballsy about where and when we fuck. I know it’s dangerous.

  Lately, all I can think about is claiming her fully. I want to fuck her tight little asshole, but I haven’t mentioned it to her. She lost her virginity a month ago. The last thing I want to do is scare her off. I can't stop picturing her bent on her knees with my dick in her ass.

  I bought a butt plug the other day, and I will ask her if she wants to use it while I fuck her. She likes it when I tongue fuck and finger her ass, so I’m working my way up to it.

  I’m not normally so fucking filthy, but she makes me this way. I want to do things to her I’ve never wanted to do to anyone else.

  As class wraps up, Sasha’s eyes find mine, and I know what she’s thinking. It’s my office hours. Which means it’s time for us to have some fun. I head straight for my office, aware that she is following. My cock is rock hard and throbbing against my thigh already. I enter my office and wait for her. She opens the door and shuts it behind her, turning the lock.

  “You look fucking gorgeous today.” I step toward her, pulling her into me hard and kissing her. “I was hard as nails all class.”

  Sasha smiles at me with a glint of playfulness in her eyes and grabs my hand, forcing it under her skirt. “I’ve been soaking wet all class, sir.” I groan as she’s not wearing any panties.

  I pull my fingers away from her tight heat. “I’ve got something for you.”

  She cocks her head to the side. “What is it?”

  I wink. “Be patient, and I’ll show you.” I dive into my desk and pull out the box. “You don’t have to use it, but I thought it might feel good.” I open the lid and show her the small butt plug I ordered.

  She gasps and then walks toward me. “Is that a butt plug?”

  I nod, and she takes it in her hand, feeling it. “You don’t have to—”

  “You want to stick this in my ass, professor?” Her voice turns flirty and mock innocent, as she presses the tip against her lips and flicks her tongue out to tease the end. My cock thickens and jumps in my pants. “Do you want this in my ass while you fuck me?”

  Hearing her say it makes me groan. “Fuck, yes.” I shut my eyes for a moment, trying not to lose control and force it in her ass right here and now. “Do you want it in your ass?” I open my eyes and gaze at her.

  She licks her lips. “Yeah, I want you to put it in there now and fuck me on your desk.”

  I growl and grab her waist, pulling her to me. “You’re such a filthy girl.”

  She smirks. “I’m not as filthy as you, professor.”

  I growl as my cock thickens in my pants and strains against the zipper. My grip tightens on her waist. I spin her around to face the desk, bending her over at the waist.

  She moans as I pull her skirt up to expose her perfect pink lips nestled between her thighs and that tight as fuck asshole.

  I spread her round ass cheeks and move my tongue over her tight ring of muscles, teasing her. She moans louder than she should in here. I tongue her tight pink hole, making her whimper and buck into me. The tight muscles relax around my tongue. I tongue fuck her ass for a while, getting her used to the sensation.

  I lean down over her and nip at her ear. “Do you trust me, baby?”

  She moans a little and nods. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” I grab a bottle of lube I bought out of the desk and pour some on her hole. She gasps as the cold liquid comes into contact with her sensitive back hole. I smother my fingers in lube and stick one finger inside her as I did in the hot tub. She half moans, half screams as she bucks against me, forcing me to thrust my finger in and out.

  I drizzle more lube over her hole and my fingers, readying her hole for the butt plug she’s still holding in her hand.

  “Do you like that?”

  She nods and whimpers, forcing herself up and down on my finger.

  Shit.

  She’s so fucking dirty it’s a wonder I haven’t come in my pants. My cock leaks precum all over my boxer brief. There’s so much it will soak through to my pants any minute.

  I add another finger and more lube, stretching her hole and getting her ready f
or the butt plug. She’s hungry for it, bouncing back and forth on my fingers like she can’t get enough. Her pussy is glistening with her sweet juices, ready to be fucked.

  I use my other hand to tease her clit, and she trembles, forcing her arm into her mouth to stop her from screaming out in pleasure. I add a third finger inside her hole, stretching it more than ever before. Her body shakes and writhes on my desk.

  “Fuck, Logan, I’m going to come,” she gasps.

  Holy hell.

  All I’ve done is fingered her ass, and she’s already coming. Her channel clamps down hard on my fingers, and I groan, wishing it was my cock deep inside her ass. I grab the butt plug from her hands and smother it in lube. “Are you ready?”

  She nods. “Yes, put it in my ass, sir.”

  I ease the tip into her hole, and she relaxes around it, proving how much she trusts me. It doesn’t take long until her hungry ass swallows the whole thing. Her body trembles on my desk as she glances back at me.

  “How does it feel?”

  She wiggles her butt. “It feels good.” Her eyes dilate with pure burning desire. “But, it would feel better if your dick was in my pussy.”

  I bite my lip. I want to tell her it would feel better if it was my dick stretching out her ass, but I refrain.

  Small steps.

  My cock is hurting as it pushes against the zipper of my pants. I work to free it and then run the tip along Sasha's soaking wet lips. She makes the most delicious noise, and her thighs quiver in anticipation. With one quick thrust, I drive my length into her. She feels amazing and so fucking tight with that butt plug in her ass. It squeezes her channel around me, and she moans aloud.

  “Not too loud, baby,” I whisper, grabbing her hair and arching her back toward me.

  I thrust in and out of her hard. My balls are tightening and aching for release already, as it’s too fucking tight. I’ve got to hold on though, as I need her to come again while I’m deep inside her. “How does it feel being stuffed in both holes?”

  She moans and mutters something incoherent. Her eyes roll back in her head as she gives in to the sensation. I thrust deep inside her, hitting that spot that makes her scream as she stifles each one against her arm. The muffled sounds are like music to my ears. She rolls her hips back, trying to get more from me. It’s damn hard to hold out as I was ready to come just playing with her tight ass.