by Madison Faye
I say nothing as I whirl and storm away from the office, the heat in my face this time a dark, horrible feeling instead of the glow I walked up here with.
18
Liam
Fuck.
I stare at the doorway where Ellie was just standing, blinking and frowning at her exit. But then it’s suddenly all clicking and I swear again under my breath at what she just walked in on and my own stupidity.
Casey laughs and I glare at her. “Oh what.”
She rolls her eyes. “Liam, please, I’m your agent.”
“So?”
“So I know you, and I know the look in that girl’s eye.”
I can feel myself bristling. “Look, it’s nothing like-”
“Bullshit.”
I glare at her. “Watch it, Casey.”
She rolls her eyes again. “Look I’m not saying shit, I’m just saying you better go fix that, whatever that is.”
“It’s nothing, Case.”
My young agent shrugs. “Well hey, if it's just some book groupie thing-”
“It’s nothing like that!” I snap angrily, feeling the heat rise in my face.
She grins and raises her brow. “Case and point.”
Fuck. Busted.
“You’re into her, I can see it plain as day, Liam.”
I shake my head, snatching the glass of whiskey off my desk. “She’s my student, Casey.”
She grins. “And Lisa was my boss, dude. Didn’t stop me from marrying her now did it?”
I down the amber liquid, grimacing at the burn and still thinking of Ellie running out that door with that look on her face. “That was different.”
Casey snorts. “What, ‘cause we’re gay?”
“No, it’s just-”
What the FUCK am I waiting for?
“I’m being a fucking idiot, aren’t I?”
“By sitting here acting like a wimp instead of chasing after that girl?” Casey arches a brow at me. “Uh, yeah, dude. Go get her.”
I catch up with her outside her dorm, by the side door.
“Ellie!”
She whirls as she sees me jogging up, her eyes narrowed and her face red. “Go away.”
I finally reach her and reach out for her arm. “Ellie, listen to me-”
She shakes my hand away and steps back from me. “Oh fuck off, seriously.”
“That’s not what it looked like,” I growl.
She barks out a laugh. “Please, spare me the cliche, okay?”
“Ellie-”
“Look I don’t care, okay? I know we’re not- I mean, we never agreed what we were or what I even mean to you.”
“Dammit, will you listen to-”
“I have to go.”
Her voice is icy, silencing me. We stand there staring at each other before she suddenly turns on her heel and speed walks away, breaking into a run as I watch her disappear into her dorm.
The door slams shut behind her.
19
Liam
I go a whole day sulking and acting like a sullen fucking teenager about. I type out and then erase about twenty text messages to Ellie, and hover my thumb over her number another hundred times.
Please, spare me the cliché, okay?
Fuck.
In a way, she’s fucking right. Here I am, a college english professor fucking around with a damn student half my age.
All I need is a red fucking sports car and I am every bit the cliché I bet this looks like.
Except I also don’t give a shit about “what it looks like.” I don’t care what sort of cliché people think this is. Because whatever Ellie and I are - however illicit and totally fucking wrong it is - it’s not the tawdry, manipulative affair I know people would assume it is. There’s no power trip here, no “oh professor, I’ll do anything for a better grade” nonsense. I’m not her sugar-daddy, and she’s not my cure for feeling old.
She’s my fucking everything.
I know the age thing is bizarre. And while I’d be a fucking liar if I tried to claim that fucking a girl as young and sexy as her didn’t get my cock harder than ever, she could be my age, or fucking twice my age, and I’d still have the feelings I have her.
And that’s why this isn’t the bullshit cliché people would think this is.
The physical is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, but it’s knowing her - the gorgeous, sensitive, incredible woman inside - that has me twisted up and lost. If this was just me getting my dick wet in some barely legal freshman pussy, I could handle whatever hiccups or train wrecks came my way.
But not when she’s found her way into my heart like this.
Not when it’s real like this.
I finally see her a day later.
I’m at the front podium in my lecture hall when she steps in, and it’s everything else in my head just fades away at the sight of her.
Holy fuck.
It’s also everything I can do to keep my fucking eyes in my head and my damn tongue in my mouth.
She’s gorgeous. Cock-throbbingly, jaw-droppingly sexy in this tight sweater with the sleeves pulled up, and a skirt just short enough to almost give a flash of tight young ass as she waltzes right past me into the room.
She dressed up for this class.
It’s obvious, and knowing that gets my blood pumping a little faster as I think about her prepping and making sure she looked extra hot for when we saw each other again after that moment outside her dorm.
She wants me to feel all coiled up and ready to pounce on her.
She wants my cocky to be so hard from just seeing her that I can barely get through the lecture.
And I barely can.
I’m dimly aware of getting through the day’s lecture one fucking bullet point at a time, like a checklist. But I’m basically just talking on autopilot, because it’s impossible to concentrate with whats going on in the front row.
Ellie.
Specifically, Ellie crossing and uncrossing her legs about a hundred times, and each time, giving me the quickest last of pure-white panty.
Needless to say, my cock is about tearing a hole in my pants.
I’m stumbling through words, droning on about God knows what while I just stare at the little tease doing her damnedest to hide a grin while she flashes her little panties at me.
She know exactly what she’s doing, and she’s enjoying it.
And that’s when I decide that I’m done hemming and hawing about this. I’m done acting like the confused, dumb teenager about this girl.
Because I’m a man - a man who knows exactly what he wants.
And I’m going to take what I want.
Right now.
I stop talking and glance at my watch.
“You know what?” I look up and smile at the class. “We’ve got twenty minutes left, but I think we’re going to stop things right here.”
There are a few murmurs, and a few puzzled looks as I slam the lesson book shut.
“We’ll pick this up in a few days, alright?”
The lecture hall fills with shuffling as students start to collect their things and stand. I turn and look right at her.
“Ms. Thompson.”
Her cheeks flush as she swallows quickly and looks at me with those big blue eyes.
“I need to see you in my office, right now.”
The lecture hall is slowly emptying around us, but she’s still sitting there, fingers toying with her pen.
She shakes her head.
I growl lowly.
I’m not playing games. I’m far too hard for that, and far to interested in making that sweet little pussy come for me to do the back and forth with this.
I step towards her seat.
“Now, Ms. Thompson.”
She swallows quickly before shooting me this defiant, sassy look.
“I think we’ve gone over everything that needs going over, professor.”
The last of the other students trickles out the door. She stands abruptly, an
d she’s grabbing her bag and starting for the door when my hand jerks out.
I grab her by both arms and she’s gasping as I yank her tight against me.
“You mean everything to me,” I say thickly, my eyes burning into hers. I say it loud, and forcefully, and she’s suddenly staring up at me with those big blue eyes.
“You mean everything to me,” I say, softer now.
She swallows thickly and bites her lip. “Well who the fuck was that girl?”
I grin. “Casey, my agent.” I raise a brow at her. “Gay, and married, by the way.”
Ellie’s face goes bright red, and she drops her head down before looking up at me with this guilt, embarrassed expression.
“You’re lucky you’re so charming, you know,” she says, trying to hide the smile that starts to creep across her lips.
“Oh I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” I say, kissing her softly on the lips, right there in the empty lecture hall.
And there’s more I want to say, I just don’t know how; not yet at least. Because they’re things and words I never have said, and words I’ve avoided.
So how in the world is this girl - this totally off-limits girl who’s so wrong for me, the one I have no future with - making me want to?
“God, I’m an idiot,” she mumbles, her face still red as she pulls away from my kiss.
“I acted like a total psycho bitch without knowing what was going on.”
I grin. “If I’d walked in on you in that situation with some guy, I’d have probably knocked his fucking teeth out.”
She grins, biting her lip in this unintentionally seductive way.
“Think you can forgive me, professor?”
Fuck. The word is like fucking kryptonite to me at this point, and I can feel the blood roar inside of me as my cock goes rock-hard in my pants.
“Well that depends, Ms. Thompson,” I growl, pulling her tight enough against me that I know she can feel how hard I am.
She does, and she moans quietly as she moves her hips tighter against me.
“Depends on what, professor?” she says softly, her eyes sparkling and her tongue darting out across her lips.
“It depends,” I growl into her ear, my hand tracing down over her ass, lifting the skirt, and hooking a thumb into the waist of her panties.
“It depends on how fast you can take these fucking panties off, give them to me, and the get to my office.”
20
Ellie
I’m a dirty, dirty girl.
Well, no, not really. I mean I’ve slept with all of one man now in my entire life, but what I’m doing is dirty. It’s dirty and naughty, but I love being naughty for him.
And sitting half-naked on my professor’s desk with my legs spread while he curls his tongue around my clit would probably be considered naughty.
Liam grunts as he hungrily licks and slurps at my soaking wet pussy, burying his tongue deep inside and making me whimper as I clutch his hair. His fingers stroke my thighs, brushing across my pussy lips and even teasing around the tight little ring of my asshole, making me squeal and moan as he eats me.
I gasp as his lips fasten around my clit, his tongue darting across it and making my whole body melt.
“Play with your nipples baby,” He growls, looking up to see my hands sliding absently over my lacy bra with my blouse unbuttoned.
I bite my lip and nod obediently, unhooking the front clasp of the bra and letting it drop before I run my hands over my full soft breasts.
He growls as he reaches down and pulls his cock out, and I moan as I watch him start to stroke it in his fist while he pushes his tongue deep inside of me.
“Mmm…you like my little pussy, don’t you Professor?” I say in that voice I know drives him wild.
He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Oh am I being obvious?”
I start to giggle, but his tongue on my clit suddenly has me gasping, tossing my hair back as my fingers pull and pinch at my nipples.
“Such a bad little girl, coming for her professor like this,” he growls, and I moan as I feel my body start to melt at his words. “Such a bad, dirty, naughty little girl,” He murmurs, his tongue sliding over my clit again and sending a shock through me.
“I’ve been bad!” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his mouth. “I should probably be punished.”
I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but then, I can hardly believe anything about what’s been going on the last month or so with him. All of this is so surreal, and wonderful, and perfect, so I’ve stopped trying to believe it and just let it all happen.
“Punished, hmm?” I squeal suddenly as he yanks me up and spins me around. Before I know it, he’s got me bent over across his desk, my breath catching in my throat as I suck my lip between my teeth and feel his breath hot against my thigh.
“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.
Oh my God, he’s spanking me!
The hand slaps down again, cracking deliciously against the smooth pink skin of my ass as he drives his tongue deep inside of me.
“You’re such a naughty girl, honey, sneaking into my office so I can lick this tight little bad-girl pussy.”
I cry out, my nails raking across his desk and my breath coming in gasps as his words and his tongue and his hand across my stinging ass rock me towards my climax.
His hand spanks across my ass again as his tongue curls around my clit, and I can feel the orgasm start to clench up in my toes, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Only dirty, naughty girls spread their legs on their professor's desk and let him fuck their tight little pussies with his big cock.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over that edge.
“Only bad girls open their mouths and swallow every drop of their professors cum.”
His hand slaps down again, his tongue sliding deep inside. “And only very bad girls let their professors fill their hot little pussies with cum.”
And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.
I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “You-” I look up into his eyes. “You are far too good at that.”
He grins.
21
Ellie
We go out to eat later - again, a few towns away where no one’s going to recognize us. And once again, it’s like none of the labels matter. I’m not his barely-legal student, and he’s not my inappropriately older professor.
We’re just Ellie and Liam, having the time of our lives.
Liam parks in the athletics department parking lot and insists on walking me back to my dorm, even if we both know Ally’s home tonight and he can’t come in.
The campus is dark and bathed in dim moonlight as we walk hand-in-hand back to my dorm. We’re near the far, dark side of the English building, when I sigh.
“I wish my roommate was gone.”
Liam turns to me, one brow arched a hungry look on his face that gets my heart pounding in the darkness.
“Oh?” He grins at me as he steps closer. “And why’s that?”
I blush as I bite my lip. “Cause I kind of want you right now.”
“Just kind of?” He growls, moving right against me and cupping my jaw with his hand.
“It’s more like a whole lot,” I breathe, swallowing thickly.
Without warning, Liam suddenly pulls me into him, kissing me hard on the mouth. I gasp as he pushes us back, right up against the brick wall of the English building.
I gasp at the ferocity of him as I feel his hand immediately slide between us up under my skirt. I moan into his mouth a
s he rubs my slit through my panties, and I can feel his hardness on my thigh as he grinds against me.
His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive collarbone and making me moan out loud. His hands move to the light tank top I’m wearing, pushing it up over my belly and over my lacy bra. I quickly yank it off, moaning as his mouth dips to kiss and nibble at the valley between my breasts as he slipped his hand behind me to unhook my bra and push it up off of me.
His mouth on my pink, erect nipples has me tossing my head back in pleasure, arching my back towards him. I can feel a burning desire radiating out from my pussy as he teases me, and I gasp again as he starts to drop to his knees, his mouth dropping lower and lower over my stomach.
My panties are pulled quickly from me as he pushes my skirt up to my hips and hungrily moves his mouth up to my wet slit. I cry out as his tongue dragged hotly through my folds, whimpering as my hands drop to his hair.
“Oh God, Professor!” I moan as his hands slide up the backs of my thighs, grabbing my ass and pulling me against his mouth.
He hooks a leg up over his shoulder as his tongue delves deeper into my wet slit, I coo softly as his hands kneed my ass and his tongue dances across my clit. I whimper little mewling sounds and let my fingers tease my nipples as he pushes me higher and higher, making my body tumble under his tongue.
He groans between my legs, pushing his tongue hotly into my slit and making me squirm and writhe in pleasure. He pushes two fingers between the tight, pink lips of my pussy, curling them up inside of me as he tongues my clit.
I can’t take it anymore, and I drag him up, reaching between us and moaning as I feel his cock - already throbbing hard and out of his pants. I pull it against my dripping wet slit as he growls into my ear, and with one thrust of his hips, he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.
Liam begins to fuck me with deep, powerful stroke, both of us gasping at the ferocity of our love-making.
"You looked so fucking hot tonight, baby" He growls into my ear as I moan and wrap my legs around him.
