by Lara Norman
His naked form was what she expected, but more. Tall and lean, a bit of sculpting as though he lifted weights but didn't make it his priority. His dark eyes flashed as he kneeled on the bed, jerking her down to meet him at the edge. He wound her legs around his waist and thrust into her, not stopping as she tensed and never relaxed.
Reagan was regretting her decision not to tell him about her virgin status as he pushed his way into her body in a not-so-gentle manner. It was so fast and hard that she held on to the bedcovers and watched him moving as he stood next to the bed. It didn't ever become as comfortable as she would have wanted, so she closed her eyes and thought about the fact that she would never have to worry about the pain after this time. His groans and grunts were quite hot, and she wondered if he liked dirty sex or kinky stuff.
Hudson gripped the ample flesh of her hips tightly as he came. She used the pain to center herself and opened her eyes to fake that she’d enjoyed it. It had been amazing until he got to the part that included popping her cherry.
He pulled out and made his way to the bathroom. Reagan laid absolutely still, wondering if she’d made the right decision or not. When he came back out, he pulled on her legs until she was properly parallel with the mattress.
He kissed her cheek as he climbed into bed and pulled her warm body close to him. She hadn't considered staying the night, but it seemed like a good idea as her eyes drooped on their own accord.
Returning her focus to the classroom, Reagan pondered the fact that she had probably made a mistake that night ten days ago. She should have either never done it, or told him ahead of time that she was inexperienced. What else did she expect but for him to plow forward when she’d assured him there was nothing she didn't like? At any rate, they’d gone at it twice more before he kissed her goodbye at ten the next morning and informed her he’d found an open tow company and would be heading out. She’d enjoyed the third time much more than the first two, and he indeed liked more interesting aspects of sex than she’d ever bothered to consider.
She’d been sore and a little miserable as she arrived at the campus the next day. She shared a room with a loud, boisterous girl that she had nothing in common with. She’d tried to unpack, but her thoughts continuously went to that night with Hudson. She wondered what his new job entailed and if he was happy there. She wished she could find him and jump him, ask him to show her what else he liked, and have sex until she couldn't walk. Three times with him, and she found sex to be an enjoyable pastime.
Her thoughts only returned to class as the professor walked in, judging by the blazer she could make out from her seat at the back of the lecture hall.
“Welcome to Literature and Composition one-oh-one. My name is Professor Clark.” She heard the low squeak of the dry erase marker as he wrote his name on the whiteboard. She looked up from her notes, where she’d written Professor Clark in her precise handwriting. Her breath caught, and she choked on her saliva even as her mouth went dry.
Professor Clark was her cherry popper.
Chapter Two
Reagan managed to wait to freak out until she’d left the classroom. It was awful to walk through the halls and struggle against the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't be his student. He couldn't be her professor. She didn't know what she was going to do.
She rubbed at her face as she entered her next class. She had to pull herself together and pay attention to her math professor. Instead, she spent the next forty-five minutes hyper-focused on what she was going to do for the remainder of the semester. She could request a transfer, surely. She could drop the class entirely if she had to, and simply take it another semester with a different professor.
Her evening didn't go any better. Her roommate was the worst person she’d ever met. Lydia was a miserable human being that complained about everything. She wasn't accepted into the college she’d wanted, and she hadn’t gotten into the dorm she’d chosen. She hated the wall color, the size of the room, and she made no secret of the fact that she hated Reagan. It was all Reagan could do to make it through the evening. She curled up in her bed and looked through her notes from the day while she ate a sandwich and Lydia bitched about the lack of space for cooking.
Reagan slept fitfully, her dreams interspersed with her one night with Hudson and the dean of the school confronting them in front of the entire university. Needless to say, she was not refreshed when she woke in the morning. She rushed out the door with barely enough time to stop for a coffee and a muffin. She ate as she walked, making it to lit with three minutes to spare. She made a point of going all the way to the back of the room and slumping down in her seat before pulling out her notebook.
When Professor Clark walked in, Reagan couldn't help but notice how hot he was. His beard was gone, leaving his jaw covered in scruff, his hair smoothed back from his forehead but still too long over his ears. He appeared to like sport coats, and he was wearing one again that day over a button-up and jeans. She couldn't see his eyes from the distance between them, but she remembered how they resembled coffee the way she drank it; with a touch of cream to lighten the intensity. She almost snorted as she remembered that she’d compared his voice to coffee the night they met. Apparently, she had a coffee fetish.
She squirmed in her seat as he began the lecture. He was so damn hot she couldn't even peel her gaze from him as he paced in front of the whiteboard. His jeans clung to his thighs and if she tried hard, she could make out the outline of what was underneath. She recalled exactly how big it was, since he’d impaled her with it, but that was when it was hard. Every time he paced away and turned back, she imagined what he’d looked like naked.
When the student directly in front of her raised his hand, she slumped so far down she was practically on the floor. Hudson glanced up at the student and let him ask his question. It wasn't until the kid shifted that Hudson saw the person behind him trying their best to melt into the floor. He found it rather odd because it couldn't really be comfortable. He spoke to the student whose name he didn't know, and then he realized something very important.
The student behind the one speaking was most definitely Reagan. His one night stand girl, the one he couldn't seem to forget, was fucking sitting in his classroom. Surely fate wasn't so cruel as to place temptation precisely within his reach when he knew he had no right to reach out and take it. God, she’d been so receptive to everything he’d done to her that night. She was vocal and eager, two qualities Hudson craved in a lover. She’d let him take her so roughly, allowed him to use her body for ultimate pleasure, and all she’d wanted in return was to walk away the next day. It wasn't supposed to be more than that, just a truly fantastic fuck between two strangers. He’d said goodbye with the intention of never seeing her again, but she’d remained on his mind and in his fantasies. He’d spent too many showers using visions of her to jerk off, and there she sat. Within reach, but out of bounds.
Reagan thought the boy in front of her would never stop speaking. She could feel it the minute Hudson spotted her because her whole body flushed red and she grew too warm. Their eyes met and she couldn't look away. They stared at each other while the student in front of her went on and on about the syllabus. Hudson finally turned away and coughed into his fist before turning back and pointedly looking straight at the boy. He answered him to the best of his ability while his mind spun out.
He would have to talk to her after class. There was no other choice than to try to clean up whatever mess he’d inadvertently made. His career was important to him, and he wouldn't let anything get in his way, not even the woman he thought of a hundred times a day. He managed to get through the rest of the class, glancing at his student list as they all hurried to pack their things and leave. He found her last name on the roster and called for her.
“Miss Hughes, please see me before you leave.”
He hadn't even looked at her, and she wondered what he was going to say. She’d had twenty-four hours to attempt to process what was h
appening, and though she’d done a miserable job of it, it was more time than he’d been afforded. She moved slowly, waiting until the classroom cleared out before making her way down the steps to his table.
“When is your next class?” His words were tight, controlled, and barely forced out through his teeth. She wondered if he was angry with her.
“Fifteen minutes, down the hall in two-thirty-three.”
“Please, accompany me to my office for a moment.”
She watched him as he picked up his briefcase, his jaw locked tightly. “Sure thing.”
He led the way out the second door and down the hall where all of the professor’s offices in that building were clustered. He unlocked the door and stepped aside, closing it and locking it behind them once she'd entered.
She faced the room and spoke when she heard the lock click into place. “I don't know what to do other than pretend we don’t know each other.”
“You didn't plan this?”
She spun at the venom in his tone. “How could I possibly have planned it? Do you think I somehow had the license plate number of all my professors and somehow targeted you when you were on the side of the road? Are you serious?”
“No.” He ran his hand over his head, messing up his perfectly smoothed hair. “I don't know what to do. You and I can't be seen together in any way that could be construed as unprofessional. We are strictly teacher/student.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me. I wasn't planning on pursuing you or anything. I was just as shocked yesterday to see you walk in.”
“You could have come to me yesterday.” His gaze bored into her, and she shifted uncomfortably.
“I was in shock. I’ve never had a one night stand, and when I saw you I totally panicked. It’s not like I ever expected to see you again.”
“Well, we need to not see each other outside of that classroom.”
“Of course. I understand.”
He moved away from the door in dismissal, and she unlocked it and practically ran down the hall to make it to her next class in time. She hadn't expected him to be happy to see her, but she hadn't expected him to be hostile, either. She worked to keep the tears that threatened at bay. For the second day in a row, her choice to sleep with Hudson had her on the brink of tears.
Hudson sat heavily at his desk after Reagan left. It was stupid of him to insinuate that she’d somehow planned their encounter. Of course it was a coincidence; they happened to be on the same road because they were heading to the same university. He was twisted up inside from battling his feelings. He’d wanted nothing more than to bend her over his desk and slip inside her enticing body. She had an hourglass figure and long blonde hair that he remembered was thick and soft when he’d wrapped it around his fist. She had a full mouth, her lower lip bigger than her upper, which gave her a pouty look. He hadn't crossed the line into asking her to wrap those lips around him, but he’d wanted to. Her ass was round, her breasts full, and right then there was almost nothing he wanted in the world more than to see her naked again.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He’d had his share of women, and his type was the complete opposite of Reagan. He liked tall brunettes with a slim figure, and here was this young woman that was short and voluptuous stealing all of his thoughts. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay away from her, and that was very bad. He was strictly forbidden from dating any of his students. He’d been right to tell her they couldn't have anything more. Just because she was already a gnawing ache in his belly didn't mean he would act on it.
Hudson was the product of wealthy parents with high expectations. They were entirely disappointed that he hadn't chosen to become a lawyer with further goals to become a politician. In other words, to follow in his father’s footsteps. They weren’t quiet about their feelings, either, leaving Hudson to constantly live on the defensive. The only thing he could think of to make them proud was to earn his tenure at an esteemed college. It would put him in the top of his chosen field, and then maybe they’d be pleased. He’d spent years working toward his goal, and he wouldn't let anyone get in the way of his plans.
He went about the rest of his day as though it was business as usual. There wasn't anything else to do. If Reagan remained in his every thought, he would have to work harder to push her out of his mind. His career was more important than a fling with a girl that was barely legal. Despite his efforts, she lingered in his thoughts throughout his classes and office hours. Her face replaced those of his other female students until he worried he'd come across as a lecherous asshole with the way he was concentrating too hard on them.
Hudson needed to make friends and find a way to stay distracted. In his hometown he was popular and well-liked, his social calendar rarely empty. Here he was the new guy that didn't know anybody. He found a flier tacked to the bulletin board in the employee lounge in the language arts hall that described a team-building get-together in the biggest of the lecture halls. That was exactly what he needed, so he decided to pass the time the evening before the get-together by staying in his office and creating the next pop quiz. It was boring and lonely, and his mind refused to cooperate with his plan of staying off Reagan.
He managed to make it through the night and the next day. He ignored Reagan during class, and thankfully she wasn't the type to ask questions. He was bordering on obsession with her and was nervous that any outsider would see it as clearly as if they were tearing each other’s clothes off in the classroom. But the social was that evening, so he made his way down the hall after his last lecture and found a few others mingling around. It looked even more boring than the evening he’d spent in his office, but there were other people in attendance, and that was his ultimate goal.
“Hello, I’m Hudson Clark,” he introduced himself to the closest male professor.
“José Nuñez.” The other gentleman stuck his hand out and they shook.
Hudson shifted on his feet. He hated small talk. “Is this supposed to feel like the second circle of hell?”
José laughed. “Probably not, yet here we are. In hell.”
“I guess I expected a table and chairs and someone forcing us to say one thing about ourselves.” Hudson looked around and saw that there was nothing in the room like appetizers or drinks. Certainly no alcohol to make it more bearable. “Is there a team leader or something, or is this it?”
“This is it. I’ve been here for five years, and I always come. New people deserve a friendly face, so I guess that means I’m it.”
“That’s nice of you, José. Maybe this isn't a total bust, then. I realized last night that since I don’t know anybody here, it makes for a dull nightlife.”
“It would, yeah. I go with some of the other profs every Tuesday night to the Italian restaurant down the street, so if you want to do that you can meet me by the employee lounge at about six next Tuesday and I’ll bring you with me.”
Nobody else had come in, and Hudson was grateful for José being so approachable. “Cool. I was worried about not making friends, I admit. You’ve been here for five years?”
“I began here shortly after I obtained my PhD. There’s not too much going on in this town unless you’re into the Testudos.” José had his hands in his pockets, and he jingled the change in one of them. “I’m not so much into college football, but I do like soccer. So for me, it depends on the season. Others find there’s plenty to do, especially if you go into D.C.”
“Okay.” Hudson was afraid of wearing out his welcome so he didn't say anything else for a while.
No one else showed up, and after twenty minutes of standing alone while José talked to the others, Hudson decided to leave. He said goodbye to the room and made his way down the hall to the faculty parking lot. It had begun to rain while he was inside and his mind flashed back to the blonde rolling her window down and offering him her cellphone. Reagan took a huge risk letting him into her car, and he wondered if he should be grateful or furious. She could have been attacked if she’d stopped fo
r someone with fewer scruples than he possessed. How would she have protected herself?
Not his problem, not his problem. If only his brain would allow him to stop thinking of her, which he greatly wished for. Instead, he found himself eager to get to his apartment and jump in the shower to relive their time together.
Reagan had been extraordinarily receptive to him, with the exception of wanting to pull her hands down so she could touch him. He loved being in control, and he wanted her to obey him at that moment. She learned quickly, though, enough that she kept her hands above her head when he was inside her. After sleeping for a few hours he found himself dreaming of fucking her again, and when he opened his eyes to discover it really was her ass pressed against his erection, he’d pulled her onto all fours and entered her with barely a second to stop and fish out a condom. Only the fear of having a child with a stranger made him pause for that extra minute because he’d never been that hard before in his life. That round ass was heart shaped in the right position, and he loved pounding into her while he slapped it and squeezed it. She didn't seem to mind, judging by the moans and mewling coming from her mouth. She hadn’t come that time, he was sure, because there was none of the clamping down she’d done on his fingers the first time. He waited until she was almost asleep and he’d cleaned up before he climbed back in the bed and ate her pussy. Her warm, sleep-roughened voice begged for him to make her come, and he did.
Those thoughts swirled in his mind as his cum swirled down the drain. It was a wonder he didn't get into an accident on the way home considering that he wasn't focused on driving but on his memories. Dropping everything when he came in the door and rushing toward the shower, he’d savored her naked image as he tugged on his hard cock. He couldn't believe how hard he got with just memories and new fantasies of Reagan. The next few months with her in his class were going to be detrimental to his health.
Chapter Three
