by Ivy Smoak
He pushed me down onto the pristine couch and got on top of me. His tongue swirled around mine as I moved my hand down his six pack. I traced his happy trail with my fingertips and grabbed his erection through his jeans. He moaned into my mouth.
I fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans and wrapped my hand around his length. His breathing hitched as I moved my hand up and down his shaft.
"I know that you're angry with me." He unhinged my bra and gently pulled it down my arms.
"No, it's okay," I panted.
He leaned down and kissed my neck. He moved down, leaving a trail of kisses across my breasts, sucking hard on each nipple. I wanted him so badly. He kissed down my stomach and past my belly button. I lifted my hips and he pulled off my leggings and thong with one swift move. He spread my knees apart and slid his hands up my thighs. I gulped.
"I want you to be angry. That'll make this even better." He brought his lips down to my clit and sucked hard.
"Professor Hunter!" I arched my back.
He sucked it again in response and let his tongue answer my needs. He pushed my thighs farther apart, shoving his tongue deeper inside of me, driving me insane. I pushed my face into one of the pillows and moaned.
"Yes! I need you," I groaned. "Please."
With his free hand he pushed his pants and boxers to the ground. I bit my lip, anticipating him inside of me. But instead of climbing on top of me, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a seated position, shoving his fingers deep inside of me. I gasped with pleasure.
He shoved his thick cock into my open mouth and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I wanted him inside of me, but I craved the taste of him. I mimicked what his fingers were doing, sliding up and down his shaft faster and faster. I tightened my lips and looked up at him as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I grabbed his ass and went down as deep as I could, letting him fill the back of my throat.
He groaned and pulled out of my mouth. "I don't want to cum in your mouth. I want your pussy clenched around me, with you screaming my name."
I loved when he talked like that. It was so dirty but it turned me on even more.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I groaned in protest. "Baby, we're not even close to being finished."
He pulled me off the couch and bent me over the arm rest. "Spread your legs, Penny." His voice had a low growl to it. He had never sounded so sexy. I followed his instructions and held my breath. I thought he'd thrust himself deep inside of me right away but nothing happened. A chill ran down my spine and my body shook. His fingers brushed against the back of my knees and I arched my back. The anticipation was killing me. His fingers ran up my thighs and over my ass. He slid his hands to my hips and gripped them tightly as he plunged himself inside of me.
"Yes!" I screamed. It was everything I wanted and more. So carnal, so raw.
His cock pounded relentlessly, filling me, stretching me until I couldn't take anymore. Professor Hunter grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to a standing position, tilting his cock and hitting the spot that only he could find. I gasped. The sensation was too much. I was just about to come when he suddenly pulled out.
He pushed me back down onto the couch.
"Roll over," he demanded.
I turned. The want in his eyes matched my own. Everything inside me felt so wound up. I needed him. Only he could unwind me. "Professor Hunter, I'm so close," I panted.
"I know." He got down on top of me and grabbed my ass, lifting my legs into the air. My lower back hovered over the couch cushions.
"Please," I begged.
He raised his left eyebrow.
"Please, Professor Hunter. Fuck me!"
He thrust himself inside me again. He gyrated his hips, hitting every nerve inside of me. His hands moved to my hips and he gripped them firmly as he began to move slowly in and out of me. I tried to move my hips to make him go faster, but he had me locked in place. He rocked back slightly and then pushed himself deeper, all the way inside of me, filling me with every inch of him.
I exploded into a million pieces as his hot liquid shot into me. Professor Hunter collapsed beside me and pulled me tight against his chest. His heart was racing. I tilted my head back and he kissed me softly. I wanted to stay in this moment forever.
Chapter 52
Wednesday
As his heart beat slowed, I knew it was time. There was nothing preventing me from telling him my secret now.
"You called me baby."
"I'm sorry, did you not like that?"
"No I did. You've just always called me Penny. Or Miss Taylor. Everything you say sounds sexy though. You could call me anything."
Professor Hunter smiled. "And you've always called me Professor Hunter."
"I think you like that I keep calling you that."
"You do, huh?"
"It makes everything sexier. Mysterious and forbidden. Wrong but so right."
"Nothing is wrong about you and me." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Melissa said something after I left, didn't she? I can tell that something is bothering you."
"No, it's not that." Only partially.
"Hold that thought." He slowly rose from the couch.
I stared at him longingly.
"What, have you not had enough?"
"I'll never have enough of you."
He smiled and zipped up his jeans. "I'll be right back. I have something for you."
I slowly sat up. I grabbed my panties off the floor. I went to pick up my pants but suddenly had a better idea. I pulled Professor Hunter's shirt on instead and sat back down on the couch.
"God you're sexy." He reemerged from a room that I hadn't been in yet.
I could feel my face flushing.
"This is when you look the most beautiful. When your hair is mussed up, your cheeks are pink, and you're wearing one of my shirts."
He pulled a wrapped box out from behind his back.
"But my birthday isn't for another few weeks."
"It's not for your birthday." He sat down beside me and placed the box in my hands. It was wrapped perfectly with white paper and a silky pink bow.
"What is it?"
"Open it, baby."
I smiled at him. I pulled the bow loose and tore into the paper. I lifted up the lid and slid the tissue paper to the side. It was a new bikini. It was a deep blue, the same color as the ocean. There were more strings than I was used to seeing on a bathing suit, but it looked beautiful. I ran my fingers across the fabric.
"You didn't need to do that."
"I wanted to. Besides it's my fault that we lost your last one."
I laughed. "We didn't lose it. You somehow convinced me to get naked in public and it got stolen."
"I hate to break it to you, but it didn't take that much convincing." He leaned in and kissed me gently.
"But this is probably the most expensive thing I own now. It's too much." I put the lid back on the box and pushed it back into his hands.
"Penny, it's a gift."
"I know. I'm sorry, I do love it. But I'm not used to getting extravagant gifts like this."
"Well you better get used to it. I want to be able to buy you things. I want to get you everything you've ever wanted."
I shook my head. "I don't want anything. I just want you."
"That's refreshing to know." He cupped my chin in his hand. "I've never met anyone like you." He leaned in and kissed me again.
Professor Hunter pulled back and ran his hand through his hair. "Well, don't get mad at me. I didn't realize that you weren't going to like getting presents. I also picked up a few other things for you for whenever you want to spend the night."
"What?"
He stood up and held his hand out for me. I grabbed it and he pulled me to my feet. He led me past the kitchen and into his bedroom. He flipped the light on in his closet. A row of his shirts was missing, and in their place were tons of clothes. For me.
I ran my hand along the jeans, t-shirts, short dresses, skirts, and blous
es. I looked down. And shoes? There were a new pair of sneakers, some flats, and a few high heels with varying lengths of stilettos.
Everything still had the tags. "I can't accept all of this. I mean, I can't accept any of this. Please tell me that you can return everything?"
"I can, but I'm not going to."
"Why?"
"Penny, your face lit up when you saw everything. I understand that you aren't used to being showered with gifts. But I want you to have these things, or else I wouldn't have bought them for you. I want you to be comfortable staying here whenever you want."
I felt myself blush. "It's all so nice. But how did you even know my size?"
"I think I know your body pretty well." He put his hand on the small of my back. "And you left your clothes here that one morning."
I cringed remembering when I had run out on him. I had never meant to hurt him. And I was about to again. I needed to tell him the truth.
Professor Hunter opened up one of his drawers. There were at least a dozen pairs of lacy panties with matching bras.
"So these are the kinds of things you like me to wear?" I thought of the cotton thong I was wearing. I suddenly felt self-conscious.
He pulled me into his arms. "I prefer you in nothing at all."
I was losing my resolve again. Whenever he touched me it was like a spark of electricity through my whole body.
"Professor Hunter, this is all too much. I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need any of this."
Professor Hunter wrapped his arms tighter around me. His intoxicating smell was making my head spin.
"I feel like a Disney princess. Which makes you the handsome prince that rescued me. But I didn't even realize that I needed rescuing."
Professor Hunter laughed. "If I'm the prince I certainly hope that you'll be my princess."
I smiled up at him. "It's like I moved in without having to actual move any of my things. I guess that is rather convenient."
"It is."
"So you really want me to keep all this stuff?"
"I'm going to want to spoil you. That's something that you're going to have to accept. I want to give you everything. But I bought these things for you mainly because I want you to consider spending more time here. I thought that having these things here would make that easier."
Is he asking me to move in? Kind of? My heartbeat quickened. I barely even knew him. That was insane.
"Besides, your bed is so uncomfortable," he added.
Oh God, he is asking me to move in. I had waited too long to tell him my secret. It had gotten so serious so fast. "I don't mind my bed. Actually I'm really used to it. It's quite comfortable now."
Professor Hunter's face fell. "I'm not trying to pressure you, Penny. I know I have some things I need to deal with. And I promise that I am dealing with them. I'm just hoping that you'll consider spending more time here. I'm happiest when you're next to me." He traced his thumb along my lower lip.
"You mean like a few nights a week?"
"If that's what you want."
"What do you want?"
"If it was up to me, I'd have you here all the time." He leaned down to kiss me, but I pulled away.
"I need to talk to you."
"We are talking. And I can't think of a better conversation to have."
"No, I mean I need to tell you something." I grabbed his arms and unwound myself from him. I walked out of his closet and sat down on his bed. It was so soft. I hadn't realized how tired I was. Part of me just wanted to lay down and have him hold me all night. I wanted to be with him all the time too. But he didn't know me. And I had a feeling that I didn't know him either.
He sat down beside me. "I'll return everything. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's not that. I love the idea of spending more time with you. I just need to tell you something."
"Okay."
I felt like I was in a dream. After being so mad at him last week, it seemed surreal that my secret was what could potentially ruin us. But maybe he was still holding something back too.
"What's wrong, Penny?" He squeezed my hand.
"I don't want there to be any more secrets between us," I said.
He gazed into my eyes. I thought he might offer one of his, but he stayed silent. He looked unsettled. I didn't want to do this; I didn't want for this to end. I moved so that I was sitting on his lap, facing him. I put my hands on the sides of his face and he moved his so that they were on the small of my back.
"You're so handsome. I still don't know what you see in me."
"I see everything that I've always wanted." He kissed my cheek where a tear had fallen.
"I need to tell you something. And you have to promise that you won't get mad."
"Just tell me." He kissed my other cheek where I had shed another tear.
I leaned in and kissed him. I wanted to remember what it felt like for him to want me, for him to trust me. He moved his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me into him. Everything seemed so simple when we kissed. It was just right. It was perfect. I moved my head back. He was looking at me with the familiar lust in his eyes. If I wanted, I could have him again right now. And I really wanted to. I placed one last swift kiss on his eager lips.
"You have to promise," I said again.
"Okay. I promise that I won't get mad."
"My birthday is on October 15th."
"That's good to know. I'll make sure to clear my schedule."
"No, that's not what's bothering me." I grabbed his hands from my back, moved them to his lap, and held them firmly. I was never going to let go of his hands. If I let go, he might slip away from me. "I lied to you."
Professor Hunter's brow creased, but he didn't say a word.
"I've been lying to you ever since you walked me home from that party. I didn't mean to. At first I just didn't want to get in trouble. But now it's so much more. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want this to be over."
"Penny, I told you that I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me." He squeezed my hands.
I took a deep breath. "I'm not a senior."
I could see his body tense. It looked like I had slapped him across the face. He didn't look mad though, just surprised.
"I'm a sophomore. But my birthday is October 15th. I'll be 20 in just a couple weeks."
His handsome features looked strained. "You're only 19?" He pulled his hands away from mine. He was already slipping away.
"I'm practically 20."
He ran both his hands through his hair. "Oh God, I've been serving you alcohol. I could have been arrested."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"You're only 19?" His voice sounded pained. He put his hands on his cheeks and rubbed his scruff. "Penny."
"I know that I should have told you."
"You made me feel awful for not telling you about Isabella. And the whole time you were lying to me?"
"I know, I'm so sorry."
"I told you how hard it is for me to trust people. This is why. Because no one is trustworthy. I thought you were different."
"Professor Hunter, please. That's my only secret. You know everything about me now. You can trust me. It's still me. It's just two years difference. Two years is nothing."
"It's not the age. It's that you lied to me."
"If I had told you that first night, you could have reported me to the dean. I would have been kicked out of school."
"I never would have done that."
"But it's your job."
"I don't care about my job! I care about you. I had a crush on you. It took every ounce of control I had to not lift up that short, sparkly skirt you were wearing and have my way with you right there in the middle of campus."
"I didn't know that. All I knew was that I was drinking underage and I had a crush on my professor. I was so out of my comfort zone. I didn't know what to do."
"Well you should have told me."
"I know, and I'm sorry."
I reached for his face, but h
e pushed my hand away. "I thought you were different. I let myself fall for you, even though I knew better."
My stomach churned. "I've fallen for you too."
He ran his hand through his hair. "The things I've done to you. If I had known you were a teenager I wouldn't have..."
"Don't say that. Don't take away what we have. I love you." I was choking on my words. "Professor Hunter, I love you. I love you so much."
Professor Hunter looked distraught. "Penny, you don't know what love is." He pushed me off his lap.
"You promised you wouldn't get mad."
"Damn it, Penny! You made me believe that this was real. I let myself dream about a future with you. We only had to wait two semesters. I wanted to be with you. But six? Six semesters?"
I couldn't stop my tears. "Stop using the past tense."
"What do you expect, Penny? You waited a whole month to tell me. Why didn't you just tell me when we first started dating?"
"That's exactly why. Because we had only just started dating. And I'm obsessed with you. I knew you'd be mad. I knew that you'd leave me. I wanted to have you as long as possible."
"That's not an excuse. If you had believed what we had was real, telling me your age wouldn't have mattered."
"So what we have isn't real then?"
Professor Hunter stood up and rubbed his hands across his face again. "What finally gave you the nerve to tell me the truth?"
"Because it was the only thing holding me back from happiness."
"That's a selfish reason."
"I know. But I never meant to hurt you."
"Well you did."
"I'm so sorry."
Professor Hunter went to his closet and pulled a shirt on. "I'm going out."
"Where? Professor Hunter, it's late. Please stay. We can try to work this out. Don't walk away from what we have."
"I'll be at a bar so that you can't follow me. Or do you have a fake I.D. too?"
"No, I don't."
"Good." He walked out of the room. I stumbled off the bed and ran after him. He was already standing by the elevator. He hit the button and the doors opened.
"Please don't go." I walked over to him. I wanted him to hug me and tell me everything was okay and that he loved me too.
He stepped into the elevator. "I believe that you know how to let yourself out." The doors slid shut and he was gone. I pressed my hand against the cold metal.
