by Lolita Lane
My toes curled as he ate me and I moaned louder for him. I watched his smile grow wider as he ate me, my pleasure clearly also being his.
The tide in me grew hotter, and I wasn’t going to last long under his skilled touch. Thoughts of just sitting back and enjoying everything rolled through my head, and I suddenly felt very selfish for letting him do everything.
A loud moan escaped my lips. I knew that the longer I waited, the greater my orgasm would be. He was getting me really close, but I didn’t want to come just yet.
Reaching down, I tugged at his hair and he stopped right away. I immediately regretted no longer feeling the wonderful things he was doing to me. Professor Matthews’ pale eyes met mine.
“It’s my turn,” I said.
Chapter Eight
He raised an eyebrow and stepped back as I slid off the desk. With his eyes on me, I dropped to my knees in front of him. As I had seen him do so many times in class, he nodded with approval. But it was different this time. I wasn’t answering a question about biology, I was reaching for his belt. I pushed his pants to the floor, excited to see him. His boxer-briefs were bulging with his hardness.
“Go on. You can do a lot more than stare at it,” he said as he gave me a seductive grin.
I smiled back and reached for his manhood through his underwear. His cock felt hot and hard as I caressed him. It jerked slightly as my hand went down his shaft. My eyes closed and I wondered what he would feel like inside of me. I wanted that so much I couldn’t think of anything else.
Pulling his briefs away, I exposed his throbbing cock to the air of the room. He pushed them down to the floor, leaving himself completely naked.
I shot Professor Matthews another smile as I reached up and stroked him. His cock shuddered under my touch. He felt warm as I continued to explore every inch of his body. I looked up at him as I brought the head of his cock closer to my lips.
“Yes…please,” he begged as he stroked my hair. “I’ve waited so long for this. This is something out of my fantasies.”
I rewarded him with a kiss on the tip of his cock, then licked around his head, savoring him.
Despite how badly I wanted to be with Professor Matthews and I knew it was okay, being in the lecture hall was a constant reminder of how bad we were being. I was licking my professor’s cock, breaking every ethics rule in the book with him. The adrenaline inside me pounded. Thinking about how wrong it was made me want him even more.
“Suck it,” he said. “I want to feel your lips around my cock.”
His manhood passed through my lips as my tongue timidly flicked at his head. I slipped his cock further into my mouth until I finally managed to take him completely.
“Always the overachiever, huh? Can’t even half-ass something like this,” he said as his lips tugged upwards into a smile.
If I didn’t have his cock in my mouth, I would have reminded him that I took pride in being the best. Instead, I had to show him.
My sucks jerked his flesh forward, letting my tongue follow right behind in trying to please him. I slowly slid him out of my mouth before I brought him back in. I heard his low, pleased groan, and knowing that I was a natural only made the fire inside me burn hotter.
I swallowed his cock further down my throat. His hand helped guide the way as I enjoyed his rod to the absolute fullest. My hands stroked the part of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth.
His subtle moans were all the compliments and encouragement I needed. He was bracing himself against his desk, completely at my mercy. This only pushed me further. I didn’t care if he came in my mouth. Just the idea of it was dirty. I was surprised at how strongly the thought of ‘it’s wrong’ was driving me.
“Oh fuck,” he said, moments after the tiniest bit of his cum hit my tongue.
He pulled his cock away from me, leaving me with only the droplet to savor. I wanted more of it, but I quickly realized that wasn’t on the menu. I let it go knowing I was going to experience something different. Maybe even better.
“What’s the matter, Professor Matthews?” I asked innocently.
“I need more than just your mouth. I can’t hold myself back for much longer. I want you now. I need you now.”
Standing up, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He didn’t care where my mouth had just been. I savored that kiss as he guided me back onto the desk. With his cock positioned right over my clit, the rubbing of our sexes made my mind run wild with anticipation. It was time.
Another kiss was shared between us, and his cock was right at the lips of my pussy, tickling the outside. He reached between us, his hand resting on my nub, which was aching for more stimulation ever since his tongue had left me. Slowly, he began to caress it, the heat inside me starting to pick back up.
Moaning lightly, I nodded, and he began to push himself in. The friction of his entry felt so intense as my pussy lips parted, letting him slide into me. I was so wet he could have entered easily, but he stopped himself.
Professor Matthews’ eyes locked on mine. I nodded, ready for what was to come. He slowly entered me, thrusting himself in a little at a time, careful to not hurt me.
I closed my eyes in preparation for some pain, but none came. The feeling of having him inside me was wonderful. I let out a long breath as I sighed with relief.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded before the words spilled from my lips. “Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Good, I don’t want to hurt you.” He closed his eyes for a moment as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, then slid it back in again. “Fuck. You’re so tight,” he said as his voice hitched.
As he let my body adjust to his raw, naked cock being inside of me, he rubbed my clit. It wasn’t long before he was pulling himself out, only to return with another tiny burst of electricity rushing through my core.
I moaned softly as he thrusted into me, first slowly, but gradually moving faster. He kissed my lips hungrily before his tongue swept over mine. Each time he pushed inside me brought a wave of bliss that washed over my body. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling his firmness, pulling him closer to me. His chest rubbed against mine, tickling my breasts, and heightening the heat between us even further.
My eyes moved down his torso until I was watching as his thick cock disappeared inside me. He wasn’t wearing a condom and I wondered if I should tell him I wasn’t on birth control.
As he thrust himself inside me and forced a moan from my lips, I decided not to say anything. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to think about anything either. All I wanted was for him to keep fucking me.
He massaged my clit with his fingers while his cock continued to push me higher and higher towards climax. I let out a loud moan, and he forced me to moan even louder. I wondered if someone else in the building would hear us, but then I realized I didn’t care.
With my legs wrapped around him, I was able to thrust my hips against him, matching his movement as the sounds of our flesh echoed throughout the room. Professor Matthews took me harder and faster.
“God, I can’t get enough of you, Sarah. I always respected your mind. I was always attracted to your body. But I never imagined fucking you would be like this.”
A moan escaped my lips. “I never expected my first time to be this good.”
He lifted me up off that desk and pressed me against the white board behind him. His strength was impressive as I was wrapped around him, kissing him, enjoying his body. He rubbed me up against the chalkboard and I knew I was smearing whatever lesson he had written out on it. My back would be a mess, covered with white and yellow powder.
Again, I couldn’t care less as long as Professor Matthews kept doing what he was doing. Faster, harder, he was taking me to places I never expected to go. The fire inside of me was growing so intense now. I thought about what this orgasm would be like with Professor Matthews playing my body like he was. My imagination only made the fact that I was fucking my teacher even hotter.
We were enraptured with one another, his cock going so damn deep inside me. He was panting hard, my body taking its toll even on his experienced self. The wetness of my folds was jerking him, yanking him, urging him even deeper.
My moans turned to screams as I cried out with pleasure. I couldn’t take much more of this. Even with that sound though, I could hear his ragged grunts. Only a few more strokes and…
The orgasm exploded through my body. Pulsating through me again and again, overpowering all of my senses. I trembled and gasped for air, winded, before collapsing against him.
Professor Matthews gripped me tighter, pulled me closer. Subtly, I could feel his thighs tighten against mine as his cock dove deeper inside of me. One last thrust and his eyes closed as his orgasm overtook him.
Panting and sweating, the orgasm still echoed through my body. We were both grinning uncontrollably. He kept himself firmly planted inside me for as long as his cock’s strength remained.
It felt like it took an eternity for my thoughts to gather once again. Slowly I realized what had just happened. I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t sure how to feel.
“You – you came inside me,” I said flatly.
“I’m sorry,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I’m not on any birth control.”
“I figured that. I meant to pull out, but I couldn’t. You felt so good. Too good. I wanted to come in you.”
He took a deep breath, and finally withdrew himself from me. He guided me to his desk and helped me hop up to sit.
“I can’t remember a time since we met that I didn’t want you, Sarah. And at that moment, when I should have pulled out, all I could think about was claiming you as mine. I want everyone to know you belong to me.”
Getting pregnant was always something I feared. It was the real reason I hadn’t bothered to date before. I had seen it too many times in my family where a cousin would have her entire life sidelined for a few seconds of pleasure. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be left trying to figure that out alone.
As I opened my eyes, I met Professor Matthews’ gaze. I didn’t have that fear with him. I knew he was a good man. He was smart, handsome, and one hell of a lover. But was he saying what I thought he was saying?
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“I just need you to trust me, okay? I care about you, Sarah. But despite what I’m thinking and what I want, I think we need to keep things slow.”
I nodded as I tried to find the right words to say. I care about you too? No, despite how much I meant it, it sounded insincere. I thought about what happened last night and how in my diabetic state I said I wanted to have his babies. I meant that. Professor Matthews was my dream guy and he always had been. That was why it bothered me so much when I thought he hated me. I wanted the opposite of that. I wanted his love.
But was he saying the opposite? Was he saying he loved me?
It was too much for me deal with. I thought about all the hours we had spent together as professor and student. We definitely knew each other, there was no doubting that. Then I thought about his staying with me all night when I wasn’t well.
I had so many questions for him, but as I sat there in his arms I realized there would be plenty of time for them. Not everything needed to be so serious, especially not after sex. So I decided to lighten the mood.
“As long as you keep fucking me like that,” I said, “you can come anywhere you want.”
He kissed me again. It was long and passionate and it convinced me that I wasn’t making any stupid mistakes. My trust was in the right place.
Professor Matthews broke away and gathered our clothing.
“Excellent,” he said, his voice sounding all business again. “Judging by the time, I think you should grab a bite to eat and then home.”
“Hmm? You’re getting rid of me?” I asked with surprise.
“Your thesis is due in the morning.”
Shit! How did I forget about that?
“Ms. Hudson, you are brilliant enough that I don’t need to play favorites with you. I will grade you just like any other student,” he said before leaning closer to me. His voice lowered to a whisper, his breath going past my ear. “Just because I love you and want you to be the mother of my children, don’t think you’re getting special treatment.”
He kissed me gently on my forehead and pulled me close against him, wrapping his arms around me. I melted against him happy to get the answers and find out we felt the same way about each other.
I nodded. “No, of course not, Professor Matthews.”
“We’ll talk more tomorrow,” he said.
Chapter Nine
Three Months Later
“This is why we come to learn. We do it to better prepare ourselves to help the world. To help create a better tomorrow,” I said into the microphone as I looked out at the crowded field.
The crowd, made up of faculty, students and their families, cheered wildly at my words. I had done it. I graduated with highest honors— Summa Cum Laude. My thesis received a near perfect grade, cementing the honor and making all my sacrifices for school worthwhile. Best of all, I didn’t think Professor Matthews showed me any favoritism.
As the crowd cheered, I took one last look at the familiar faces. I spotted Samantha Fields in the first row, smiling genuinely at me. Once our competition was over, there wasn’t any reason for us to not be friends.
Stepping away from the podium, I couldn’t stop beaming. My professors were lined up on stage with me and I shook hands with each of them as I tried to make my way off the stage.
“Have you thought any more about medical school?” Professor Jones asked.
“No, I haven’t decided yet.”
My life had changed so much over the last few months that I was taking things easy. I had plenty of time to decide what my next move was going to be.
I quickly walked away before any of my other instructors decided to chat. After all, there was only one professor I really wanted to see.
Professor Mark Matthews was waiting for me across the lawn, next to Brighton Hall. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked at me with a proud smile on his face.
“That was a wonderful speech,” he said. “I couldn’t have written a better one myself.”
“Thank you,” I said as a warm blush colored my cheeks.
He was standing near the open classroom where not so long ago my entire life changed. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me in for a kiss. I kicked the door closed before he pinned me against it.
God, he had the libido of a teenager even though he was pushing forty. I loved it.
The graduation gown I was wearing was quickly tossed over my head, then my blouse was unbuttoned, and my skirt hiked up. My clothes got in the way of what he really wanted. His hands were going down my back, circling my body before they fondled my tender nipples. His palm settled on what the gown was very good at hiding – my growing belly.
“How is it possible that you get even more beautiful by the day?” he asked.
“This is all your fault you know,” I teased.
“It’s a blame I’ll gladly take.”
His fingers slid into my panties and found my clit. A spike of pleasure shot through my body as he slowly rubbed it. I moaned softly, helpless to him whenever he did things like this. He pushed my panties down my legs as I blindly reached for his belt with my left hand.
The diamond engagement ring Mark gave me two months ago glittered. Everything had moved so fast in the past three months, but it felt right. It was right.
“I love you,” he whispered into my ear before kissing my neck.
“I love you too, Professor,” I said, giggling.
“Oooh I like that. Save that for when we’re at home.”
Epilogue
Four Years Later
I glanced at my watch and cursed silently as I ran down the hall. My flats skidded against the floor as I stopped in front of Professor
Matthews’ office door. The last thing I wanted was to be late for office hours.
Taking a deep breath, I smoothed down my hair before knocking on the door which opened right away. Professor Matthews looked down his nose at me as he shook his head. He was looking really hot in a buttoned-down shirt that match the light blue color of his eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned a little more than usual, making it hard to focus on the look of disappointment that covered his face.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said. “You really have a problem with authority, don’t you?”
“What? No! Of course I don’t,” I said as I entered his office and pushed the door closed behind me.
“Alright, Sarah. Then tell me why you’re late?”
“I’m not late,” I said as I pointed to my watch.
“Don’t argue with me. Do you really think that’s how you’re going to get help with your final project?”
He walked behind a wide antique desk and sat in his chair. The stubble on his chin was a little darker than my memory of it when we first got together four years ago, but nothing else about him had changed.
“But you know that’s why I’m here, Professor. I need your help,” I said.
“Then come over here,” he said, his voice husky. “Maybe you should stay for detention.”
Detention? I thought.
I slowly crossed the room towards his desk. His eyes flashed at me and I knew he wanted me closer. I traced the top of his desk with my fingertips as I walked beside it.
As soon as I was within arm’s reach he pulled me towards him, and caught me in his arms. His lips closed down on mine as he kissed me hungrily. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I fell into him.
The sound of the doorknob unlatching startled me and I jumped up from Mark’s lap. In the doorway stood our daughter, Elizabeth, with her favorite stuffed penguin. She was yawning and rubbing her light blue eyes.
