by B. B. Hamel
She gasps, her body stiffening, muscles tensing. She comes hard, bearing down and back against me. I fuck her through it, holding onto her hair.
She’s so fucking sexy as she comes. I can’t believe it, how she comes with her entire body, every muscle straining, quivering, tensing. I slap her ass and she gasps, laughing a little, eyes rolled back.
I can’t help myself. I fuck her hard, rough. I take what I need, what I want. Her pussy is mine, entirely, completely. I fuck her hard and I can’t let myself hold back.
I come deep inside of her. I feel myself filling her tight pussy and she seems to love it, wiggling her hips, pushing back against me, getting every single drop out inside of her.
When we finish, I pull her against me. We stay like that, holding each other, out of breath.
“That was…” she starts, but stops herself.
“Good,” I reply.
“Really good.”
I laugh, kiss the top of her head. “Bet you wish you had panties right now, though.”
She winces. “Shit.”
I laugh again and kiss her. “Sorry.”
“I’m not.” She kisses me one more time.
We spend a half hour together in my office like that, whispering to each other, smiling, laughing. It’s our own little world. Eventually, though, she has to leave.
Fortunately, nobody else comes to my office hour. Not like I’d let them in anyway.
9
Clara
I go into the lab early the next day, smiling to myself the whole time.
I keep thinking about Jason and his office. His hands on my body, his lips against mine.
It felt so good. I know, that’s so simple, so stupid. Obviously, it felt good. But all those old clichés, all those Hollywood stereotypes, those TV tropes, all of it, they’re all true.
It’s like a drug. It’s intoxicating. I can’t think straight, I can’t act like my normal self.
I’m too busy thinking about Jason to even be a normal human being.
Mac noticed last night. “Hey, idiot,” she said to me, staring at me from across the room. “I’m talking to you.”
I was startled from thinking about Jason, yet again. “Sorry, what?”
She sighed. “Seriously, Clara, are you going deaf?”
“No, I was just…” I hesitated, frowned, looked at the floor. “Distracted.”
“Oh, god,” she groaned. “Are you thinking about him right now? Are you thinking about his dick?”
“No!” I said, a little too quickly.
She gagged, made a face. “You’re doing dick deaf. Seriously, you have too much dick on the brain.”
And then proceeded to mercilessly tease me the rest of the night until I escaped up into my room.
Even despite the teasing, I can’t stop thinking about him. Maybe Mac’s right, maybe I do have too much dick on the brain.
Maybe I really do need to stop thinking about my professor’s huge cock fucking me from behind.
Yeah, I absolutely do.
I hurry into the lab, steam rising from my coffee. I tug my jacket tighter around me as I walk down the carpeted hallway. There’s practically no sound this early in the morning.
I frown as I approach the door to our little lab. The lights are on already, even though I’m an hour early. I didn’t expect anyone to be here.
I almost turn and leave, but screw it. I don’t care if it’s Howard or Parker or the other idiots. They’re obnoxious, but I can deal with them.
At the end of the day, all I care about is Jason.
I push open the door and a huge smile breaks across my face.
I stop as the door shuts behind me. “Good morning,” I say.
He looks up at me. His smile brightens up the drab room.
“Good morning,” Jason says. “You’re early.”
“Thought I’d get some work done.”
He grins and leans back in his chair. I walk over to him, a little hesitant. I still don’t know where we stand, despite… well.
Despite the incredible sex we’ve had.
I mean, he’d still my boss and my teacher. He has all the power and control.
But he’s also my Daddy. So I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around him.
He stands and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around me, kisses me slow and deep.
I guess that answers that.
When we break apart, he smirks. “I was hoping you’d show up.”
“Really?”
“Really. Part of me was afraid that it would be…” He trails off, shrugs.
“Parker,” I finish for him. “Although I think you may have a crush on Howard.”
“He is the sexiest one of the group,” Jason muses.
“Gross.”
“I’m drawn to assholes with bad hair, what can I say.”
I grin and kiss him softly. “I can relate, although I’m drawn to assholes with good hair.”
He winks. “At least you respect the hair.”
I laugh as we break apart. Just then, the door pushes open again, and Howard himself steps into the room.
I freeze. I’m standing maybe a foot from Jason and I bet I’m blushing like mad. We’re not embracing anymore, thankfully, and if Howard had walked into the room only a minute earlier, he would’ve seen us kissing.
Instead, it’s only suggestive, instead of downright criminal.
“Uh, hi,” he says. “Sorry. I was just coming in early to work.”
“Good, get in here,” Jason says, instantly switching into professor mode. “Glad you’re here, Howard.”
“Thanks.” Howard tosses me a quizzical look, which I choose to ignore.
“Clara had the same thought. Why don’t you two tackle some modules together?”
I glare at Jason but he just smiles back placidly.
“I have my own stuff to do,” Howard says.
“Come on, you guys need to learn some teamwork. Get to it.” Jason walks over to his computer and sits down. “And play nice.”
I sigh. “Let’s get this over with,” I mutter at Howard. He hesitates for a second, looking annoyed, but he follows me over to my terminal, sits down next to me, and we both log in.
Working with Howard is like pulling teeth, except in this case, my dentist is an asshole college guy that thinks he knows absolutely everything. We can’t do anything my way, and if I try to explain to him how he might be doing something inefficiently, he just scoffs at me and keeps going anyway.
It’s annoying, but there’s not much use in fighting. I know it’ll just waste more time, and besides, I don’t care about this anyway.
I keep stealing glances at Jason. He’s studiously ignoring me and Howard, which is probably good, but still. I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking.
That was close… really close.
Toward the end of the hour, just a few minutes before the others are going to show up, Jason leaves the room. When he’s gone, Howard leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
“What did I walk in on earlier?” he asks me right away, not even bothering to ease his way into it.
I go still. I avoid his gaze for a moment, gathering myself.
Finally, I look at him.
“Go fuck yourself, Howard.”
He looks surprised but quickly gets pissed. “No reason to be a bitch. I’m just asking.”
“You didn’t walk in on anything. You’re such a sexist asshole.”
I figured a good defense is a better offense, so I might as well try and turn it around on him. Even though he’s not wrong.
I know it’s a dick move. I shouldn’t gaslight the poor guy, but I also can’t risk letting him find out the truth.
Besides, it’s not like I’m lying. Howard really is a sexist asshole. In this instance, his sexism just happens to be somewhat accurate.
Whatever. I refuse to feel bad about being mean to Howard. He freaking deserves it for all the grief he’s given me so far.
; And for no reason at all.
“Didn’t look like nothing,” he pushes. “You looked awkward. And Professor Turner was standing pretty close to you, giving you this look.”
I narrow my eyes. “What kind of look?”
His smirk drives me insane. “The kind of you look you give someone before you try to have sex with them.”
It takes all my energy to stop myself from slapping him in the face.
“You’re disgusting, Howard,” I say softly. “You should keep your mouth shut.”
He sneers, standing up. “Whatever. Now I know how you got into this whole thing to begin with. Probably slept with him already.”
I stand up, hand balled into a fist. Screw slapping, I’m going to punch this nerd in the nose.
The door pushes open again before I can swing. Parker, Alan, and Coop all head inside, chattering with each other.
“Dude, no way. Storm is the hottest of the X-Men, by far,” Coop is saying.
“Mystique, bro,” Alan says.
“I think you’re both—” Parker doesn’t finish. The three of them stop and stare at me facing down with Howard. “Uh, hey, guys. What’s up?”
Howard sneers at me again but turns to the guys. “Not much. Just had to do some teamwork with Clara.” He rolls his eyes.
My anger slowly deflates as Howard joins his group of idiot friends. They throw me some weird looks before talking more about hot X-Men characters, or whatever. Howard thinks Jean Grey is the best, which is so stupid and typical.
Everyone knows Rogue is the hot one.
Jason comes back into the room a minute later and we get to work. I’m in a foul mood for the rest of the session, and when it’s over, I don’t bother to linger behind with Jason.
It’s like my relationship with Jason has suddenly been tainted by Howard, like there’s a stink wafting over it.
I know that feeling will fade. Right now though, I feel gross and angry.
Worst of all, I hate myself for letting a weasel like Howard get under my skin. That’s what he wants, he wants to rattle me.
I’m not totally sure why, though. It can’t be just because he hates women. I mean, there’s definitely some of that, for sure. But it can’t be the only reason he’s doing any of this.
It has to be personal. There has to be something about me in particular that he can’t stand. I don’t know what it is, and honestly, I’m not sure I care.
I hate that I’m wasting any time on that asshole.
Either way, I have to be careful now. He’s aware that something’s going on between me and Jason, so he’ll be on high alert now. I don’t think he bought my denials even a little bit.
Better keep my head on a swivel, or else Howard’s going to ruin the best thing in my life right now.
10
Jason
A couple of hours after our little morning session, I send Clara an email.
Clara, How would you feel about having a very inappropriate dinner with your professor? We can call it a date, so long as you promise to call me Daddy afterward.
I’m smiling the whole time. I end the message with my phone number and hit send, feeling strangely nervous.
I know it’s stupid. I’m like a kid again, excited about every little kiss, every little moment. I want Clara and I’m going to have her, and I don’t give a fuck that there are things standing in my way.
Even that little twerp, Howard. I clench my jaw, sitting in my office. He’s such a little turd, and he’s an asshole to Clara, and he almost caught us… but he’s talented. I hate it, but he really is.
I could still use him, as least for now. I don’t have a good reason to get rid of him that won’t look suspicious, even though I want to. I know he’s a dick to Clara and maybe that should be reason enough, but unfortunately, I think he’s starting to suspect something.
I’ll have to be careful with him. So, for the time being, it’s business as usual.
At least until Clara responds to my email.
I’d love to. Meet outside the lab? Along with her cell number.
I smile to myself and send her a text. See you there at eight.
She responds right away. See you then, Daddy.
I’m grinning like a moron. Seriously, I’m like a fucking little kid again.
The day can’t pass fast enough. I grade some papers, prep some notes for my next lecture, and have office hours. A couple of students even stop by this time, although I’m distracted and can’t wait for them to leave.
It’s not their fault. I’m just not interested in them. I’m only interested in Clara these days.
After that, I head home, get changed, and I’m outside of the lab five minutes early.
Of course, Clara’s already there. I’m grinning as I approach her.
“I should’ve known you’d already be here,” I say.
She smiles bashfully. Tight jeans, slim sweater, light jacket. Hair pulled up into a messy bun. “I like to be on time.”
“You like to be early,” I say, and nod down the street. “Shall we?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“I hope you don’t mind walking a little bit,” I say. “It’s actually nice out tonight, so I figured we might as well.”
“I don’t mind,” she says. “Just so long as we don’t run into the dean again.”
I laugh at that. “I don’t think we will, but you never know.”
“Are we going somewhere far off campus?”
“Not really,” I admit. “There’s this little Italian place nearby, it’s a hole in the wall, but it’s really good. Expensive, so I’m betting most students and teachers don’t bother going inside.”
“Perfect,” she says, grinning. “I’ll put that fortune of yours everyone’s always talking about to the test.”
I laugh. “Go ahead, get what you want.”
“One of everything. Two lobsters, actually.”
“You just have to eat it all.”
She makes a face. “I wouldn’t challenge me, or else you’re not seeing me naked for weeks.”
“Please, we both know you couldn’t stick to that.”
“The food? I totally could.”
“No, keeping your hands off me.”
She grins and shrugs. “I have very good self-control.”
“Liar. You’re practically salivating at the thought of kissing me right now.”
“I’m salivating at the thought of two lobsters. You’re just dessert.”
I laugh at that again, and I want to hold her hand, but I stop myself. We’re still in dangerous territory right now, and it’s better if I don’t take any needless risks.
The restaurant is called Angelo’s. It takes another ten minutes of walking, but for some reason that time just slips past as we joke and laugh together, heedless of the danger we’re in.
Inside, the warmth brings a flush to Clara’s cheeks. I give the hostess our name and kiss Clara softly, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You’re the hottest date I’ve had in a long time,” I say.
She grins at me. “I doubt that.”
I shrug. “Think what you want, but you’re a fine piece of ass, Clara.”
She rolls her eyes, still smiling. We follow the hostess back to a little table situated in a back corner, the one I specifically requested. I slip the girl a fifty, as promised over the phone a few hours ago.
Clara settles in and I order wine. Once it arrives, we toast.
“To our first date,” I say.
“To dating my professor,” she adds. “And hopefully not getting caught.”
I laugh and sip the wine. Clara makes it taste amazing.
“How’d you find this place?” she asks me. “I’ve been going to Monray for years now and I’ve never noticed it.”
“My Google-Fu is strong,” I say simply.
“Of course it is. You’re a computer nerd, after all.”
“What do you think you are?”
She shakes her head. “Oh, no. It’s cool wh
en a girl’s into computers.”
“That’s what all the computer girl nerds say.”
“Plus, I’m young. Computers are cool now.”
“So that makes me cool, too.”
She sighs like she’s lecturing her stupid grandfather. “No, no, you don’t get it. Computers were dorky and lame back when you were into them, like, a century ago.”
I glare at her. “I’m not that old.”
“Whatever,” she says, waving me off, grinning maliciously. “The point is, all the dorks went into computers back then. Now, though, cool people get into networking and CS. So all the current computer nerds are actually… awesome.”
“Sounds like a really complicated denial,” I say.
“Think what you want.”
“Honestly, if we’re on this topic, I’m going to lay out some beef.”
“Oh yeah? Beef?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Do you know what that means, grandpa?”
I ignore her. “Your generation is insane, you know that? You guys are all so willing to dump all your personal info online, you don’t care what these big companies are doing with any of it. And then we all find out, oh, gasp, Facebook and Google are selling every single detail about your life! And you’re all outraged, as if you guys didn’t let it happen.”
“Your generation built this mess,” she points out. “We were just born in it. All this is just… the way things are.”
I sigh a little. “Yeah, I know. Each new generation gets used to the shitty mistakes of the last. I just hoped you guys might start solving problems instead of embracing them.”
“You’re too jaded,” she says. “My generation is solving problems, but unfortunately we’re saddled with so much student loan debt and so little opportunity that we can’t really do all that much. Thanks, baby boomers, by the way.”
I roll my eyes. “Please. You’re living in a freaking utopia. I mean, being born American is like the luckiest thing possible.” I hesitate a second. “And I’m technically Gen X”
“I’d rather be born Swedish, or Canadian, or Australian, or any other modern country that guarantees healthcare,” she says, ignoring the Gen X bit, of course.
