The Naughty Professor

by Sadie May

  Ethan doesn’t answer as I hear the condom wrapper tear. Then he’s pushing me open, sliding into me. It felt so fucking good, I sucked harder on Trace and we all groan.

  Ethan sets the rhythm, pushing me forward as I swallowed Trace’s cock down. I grabbed Trace’s hips for support and we were all panting in seconds.

  Faster and faster we climb and despite just coming I felt about to come again. I was moaning, bucking my hips.

  “Don’t come this time, naughty girl,” Ethan grunted behind me. “I’ll tell you when you can come.” Jesus, why is that so hot? But somehow, delaying it feels even better and letting someone else make the decisions is so good.

  Ethan’s movements were getting erratic and Trace has fisted my hair, his own face contorting like he’s about to go over the edge.

  Then Ethan yells out, “Come now,” as he slammed into my g-spot his fingers working my clit. I go off like firecrackers, snapping and crackling all over his dick. Ethan is moaning out his orgasm as I screamed around Trace’s cock.

  A groan ripped from Trace’s mouth as he starts shooting wave after wave of cum down my throat. It only makes me spasm harder.

  Ethan collapsed on top of me, as Trace tossed himself back into a chair. His eyes even more intent upon me than they had been earlier. “Missy,” his hand reached out to cup my face, his thumb stroking my swollen, rather tender, lips. “That was…”

  “Amazing,” Ethan growled behind me.

  I gave them a soft smile, resting my head on the cool wood beneath me. “I thought so too.” My eyes drifted closed. They had completely and thoroughly worn me out in the most delicious way.

  Ethan’s hand stroked by messy hair back from my face while Trace continued tracing the outline of my lips. “Are you tired, sweetheart?” Trace asked, leaning towards me.

  “Mmhhh, the best kind of tired,” I gave him a sleepy smile. “I should probably go get some rest. From what I gather, I have an interview tomorrow.” I give Trace a glowing smile. “I need my beauty sleep.”

  “Of course,” Ethan husky baritone rasped in my ear. “I’ll drive you home.”

  He lifted off of me and then picked me up too. As he held me in the circle of his arms, kissing my neck, Trace started putting on my clothes. It was delightful.

  Once I’m dressed, they tossed their clothes on too, and we head out the door. It’s a completely different ride in the truck. My head is on Ethan’s shoulder, my feet in Trace’s lap. Ethan kept dropping kisses on the crown of my hair while Trace relaxed me with a foot massage. I can’t remember the last time sex came with so much affection, and I have to be honest, I was loving it. No wonder Morgan entered into a relationship.

  We pull up to the house, and Trace slipped my shoes back on. “I’ll walk you to the door,” he murmured. I wished Ethan would as well, but I was sure it would bad for his professional reputation so I nod. The thought gave me that icky feeling that burst some of my post sex euphoria. This whole thing was a bad idea and it wasn’t likely to end well. As I am about to slide off the seat of the truck, he grabbed my hand. “I’ll pick you up at ten o’clock tomorrow morning for the interview and screen test. Bring clothes to change into for later.”

  I gave him a soft smile but my sassy side peeks through. “You think I’ll need clothes for the evening? I planned on being naked.”

  He chuckled and swatted my ass as I slid off the seat. Trace walked me to the door and softly kissed me goodnight.

  When I walk inside the lights of the sorority were harsh after the dimly lit truck and it took me a second to adjust.

  When I did, Morgan was standing in front of me with a grin like a cat who ate the canary. “I knew they were going to fuck your brains out. Jesus, look at you. You’re a hot mess in the best fucking way.” She picks up a limp curl dangling in front of my face.

  “Morgan,” I hissed. “My room. Now!”

  Her grin broadened but she followed me up the stairs. “What’s all this about?” she asked as the door closes.

  “Ethan--” I start.

  “Ethan?” she bit at her lip, amusement dancing in her eyes.

  I ignore her question. “Doesn’t fraternize with students and was hesitant, to say the least.”

  “Not that hesitant.” Morgan looked me up and down.

  “I promised him discretion,” I finish undaunted.

  Morgan rolled her eyes. “We all keep our sex secrets, remember. It’s our whole thing.”

  I sink into my vanity chair. “The thing that was weird, was how nice it was after the sex.”

  Morgan crossed the room and wrapped her hands around my shoulders, giving me a hug. “I’m not surprised. I don’t know the other guy but Professor Brandt, Ethan, is one helluva man. I can see how he could make a girl fall.”

  Fall? Who said anything about falling in love? Morgan is gone before I can formulate an answer. Untangling my hair, I washed my face and collapsed in my bed. Right before I fall asleep, I think of the feel of Ethan’s arms, the touch of Trace’s hands. Love? It can’t be.

  ***

  The next morning, I was my old self. I put on one of my favorite blue dresses. It fits great, but the neckline is conservative enough for an interview. I styled my hair in loose curls and then pulled it loosely back at the nape, giving it a soft, yet professional look.

  My makeup was light and wholesome but my heels say “fuck me now.”

  Ready to go, I head downstairs fifteen minutes early, tired of pacing in my room. I expect to wait but as soon as I started down the steps, I saw Ethan leaning against the door jamb of the dining room.

  “Professor Brandt,” I murmur as I watched his eyes instantly darken.

  “Miss Hayes,” he rumbled, pushing off the frame. “You look perfect… for the interview.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “Ready to go?”

  “Not yet.” He looked at one of my hands and then the other. “Where is your bag?”

  “Bag?” I’m trying to think of what he was talking about when I suddenly remember he told me to pack clothes. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need any--”

  “Miss Hayes,” he cut me off. “You’ll want to have extra makeup for touch-ups and even an additional outfit in case they’d like to film you in another color.” Taking my hand, he began leading me up the stairs. “I’ll help you.”

  I took him to my room but the second we are inside, he snapped the door closed behind me, pressed me against it, devouring my lips.

  I lost myself in the kiss, the strength of his body. I was already wet and panting as my hands tangle in his hair.

  “God, I want to fuck you right now,” he rasped.

  I smiled against his lips. “Tempting.” Then nibbling at his bottom lip, I pushed him away. “But I saw what a mess you made of me last night. I’ll never get the job if you do.”

  He chuckled. “I love that you fuck with such abandon, you end up with tousled hair and flushed skin.” His hand trailed down my side, tracing the curve of my waist. “It’s so sexy.”

  Even in my heels, I have to strain on my tiptoes to touch my nose to his. “Later.” Then I reluctantly pulled myself away to start gathering makeup and an extra dress.

  “Don’t forget your toothbrush,” he called, as he opened my underwear drawer.

  “Toothbrush?” I quirk an eyebrow.

  He gave me one of his rare smiles. “You might want to brush after lunch.” Then he pulled out a matching set of bra and panties.

  My voice dropped to a whisper. “Are those for after lunch?”

  Dropping the items in the bag, he crossed to me again. “After breakfast,” he murmured. “You are sleeping against me tonight.”

  “And Trace?” I needed to ask. Because as hot as I was for Ethan, I was smoldering for Trace.

  Ethan gave me a wink. “He’ll be on your other side.”

  Zipping up my overnight bag, I give him a nod. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

  Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at Ethan’s house. There must be seven cars pa
rked out front, and two vans that are open and chock-full of equipment. I take a shaky breath as Ethan helps me out of his truck. I told myself I wasn’t, but in this moment, I am so fucking nervous.

  Pulling me close, he whispered, “You’re going to kill this.” With his hand at my back, he walked me inside.

  Trace is the first one to greet me at the door, and I could see several men behind him, but he blocked their view for a moment, as his hand came to my waist. Ethan was still behind me, arm around the small of my back. “Don’t be nervous,” Trace whispered. “We’re both right behind you.”

  Their support helped remind me who I am and what I want. Straightening my shoulders, I gave Trace a cocky grin. “Technically, you’re in front of me.”

  “Smart ass,” he whispered but I see him relax. “You’re getting spanked for that later.”

  “Yes, please,” I softly answered back, confidence making me stand straighter. This teasing play, and the submission that will follow, makes me feel like I rule the world. I can be strong now, they’ll take care of me later. When Trace stepped aside and I enter the room, I’m ready to own this shit.

  I shake several men’s hands, each assessing me from top to bottom. In fairness, it’s part of their job. I have to look the part but a few of them seem interested in having me perform for more than the camera.

  When I make it to the last guy, he introduces himself as Sky Phillips.

  “Missy,” I said confidently as I shook his hand. But he doesn’t let go. His eyes were everywhere.

  “Jesus Christ,” he pulled me in a little closer. “You’re America’s next sweetheart.”

  He’s good looking, fit, the exact kind of guy I would have been into before. I would have fucked him, gotten off the bed and not looked back. But I also don’t feel anything close to what I feel with Trace or Ethan. There is a warmth they share with me that is completely lacking in this guy’s gaze. I’m not even tempted a little.

  Pulling my hand from his, I stepped back. “Thank you.” Then I turned back to the group and gave them what I hoped was a winning smile. “Ready whenever you are.”

  The next three hours are both amazing and exhausting. I answer general questions. I deliver lines for the camera. I even conduct a relatively simple experiment while looking pretty and confident. I can tell the men around me are pleased.

  Finally, food arrived and we all break for lunch. I nibbled at a piece of pizza. I needed to keep up my energy but I’m too excited to be hungry.

  Ethan and Trace have been close by all day. Trace has done some of the screen testing with me and Ethan has been just in my periphery throughout everything. Whenever I look his way, he is staring at me.

  He’s across the kitchen from me now, but I still feel him watching. I turned my head and gave him a tiny wink. It doesn’t mean anything. He winks back. Any professor might do the same as a student succeeds at an interview.

  But I’m so busy looking at him that I fail to notice Sky coming up next to me until he’s pressed up against me, his hand on my ass. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

  “Some,” I replied in my best smartass voice. “Do you have any idea how many guys have said those exact words?”

  I don’t even look at him. That, in and of its self would be an invitation. And I don’t want to give him any ideas.

  He gave a little chuckle. “So that’s how it’s gonna be. Hard to get, are we?”

  “Honestly,” I reply. “I’m taken.” I am about to offer to make the introductions to some ladies whose company he might enjoy when Ethan is on my other side. He’s pressed against me too, but the energy radiating from him is so alpha, it’s almost toxic.

  “Get your hand off of her,” Ethan growled.

  “Professor Brandt,” I drew it out long and low, my eyebrows shooting up. He sounded rather possessive.

  His eyes flicked to me. “Miss Hayes.”

  “I appreciate the fatherly protectiveness, but it is unnecessary.” I held his gaze to make my point.

  “As your professor--” he started.

  “I can take care of myself,” I finished before he has a chance.

  “She can take care of herself.” Sky’s hand squeezes my ass. I am growing less fond of this guy by the second.

  I turned to give him a fake smile. “Where are you staying?”

  “Over at the Marriot. There’s a great bar if you want to meet me for a drink.” He squeezed again.

  I wink without a word and then walk away, leaving both of them standing there. First, Ethan cannot get himself in trouble over me. Second, I meant what I said. I can take care of myself. I love having them order me around in the bedroom. It makes me free to just enjoy. But here in the real world? I got this shit.

  Trace catches me as I am about to head outside to get some air. “Everything okay?”

  I realized I must have been scowling. “Sky was getting handsy. I’ll take care of it, though.”

  “Yeah, he has a problem with that.” Trace drops down next to my ear. “I hear he’s one wrong move away from getting fired.”

  I give him a smile. “Is that so?” A plan is starting to form, just in case Sky proved to be any more of an annoyance.

  After two more hours of filming, the crew and execs finally leave for the day. Officially, they will give me an answer tomorrow. Unofficially, they are welcoming me onto the team. I would be absolutely thrilled if I wasn’t completely exhausted.

  All of the equipment is still in Ethan’s dining room. After reviewing the tapes, tonight, Trace’s bosses will decide if they need anything else from me. But I can’t think about that now. “Would it be all right if I crashed on your couch for a minute?” I look at Ethan, Trace is still saying goodbyes at the door.

  His eyes assess me. “Of course,” he responds, taking my hand and pulling me towards the leather sofa.

  Sitting on the end, he pulls me into his lap. I snuggled down into him and close my eyes, it felt so good. His hand comes to my forehead, rubbing my temples. “That is amazing,” I sigh out.

  He feathers a kiss just above his hand. “You were amazing. You must be exhausted.”

  I give a little smile. “I’m drained. I can’t believe how much energy that took.”

  Relaxing further into Ethan, my head falls back. He continued massaging my head but his lips start travelling down the column of my neck. Trace’s voice, unusually loud, cut into the moment. “If you left your phone anywhere, it would be in the kitchen.”

  Before I can even scramble off Ethan’s lap, a shadow casts over me. “Well, what do we have here?” Sky’s voice has my eyes popping open.

  It’s official, I fucking hate this guy. But I’m not going to feed into any accusations he might make. “Go away,” I tell him. “I’ve got a migraine.”

  “A head massage is always good for that.” He crossed him arms over his chest, smirking.

  “You heard the lady. Get out of my house.” Ethan is relaxed underneath me, but I hear the tension in his voice.

  Sky shrugged. “Fine by me. I am sure the dean of this fine institution will be thrilled to hear my little tale of teacher-student relations.”

  “Why would you do that?” I sit up, completely exasperated.

  “Sky and I have a history,” Ethan nearly growled.

  I quirk an eyebrow, but say nothing as Ethan slides me off his lap and stands nose to nose with Sky. “It’s time for you to leave.”

  I didn’t see Trace come into the room, but I hear him just behind Sky. “You heard Ethan, out.”

  Sky gave me a long look, his eyes all over me. “I could be persuaded to keep my mouth shut. You know, if Miss All-American visits me at my hotel tonight.”

  Ethan didn’t say a word, he just punched Sky in the gut. Then he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him from the room.

  As soon as they’re gone, Trace sat next to me. “Well, shit.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I’ll have to talk to Sky. If Ethan gets fired…”

  He doesn�
�t have to finish. I’m thinking the same thing. I wanted Ethan so much but not at the expense of his job. Ethan didn’t want to do this. “Will talking to him do any good?”

  Trace shakes his head. He doesn’t look very hopeful. “I’m sure I can figure something out.”

  “Because I’ve got a plan, you know, if you need some back up.”

  “What kind of plan?” Ethan asked as he came back into the room.

  “Well, I told you Kappa isn’t what it appears. I have a few sisters who are into some kinky shit. They’re hot enough to get guys to go along with it and they are armed with cameras.”

  “Okay?” Trace’s eyebrows were arcing up but Ethan was holding back a smile.

  I give them both a wink. “I could have them pick up Sky tonight and make a video, you know the kind he would be mortified if it ever saw the light of day. You could let him see it and make sure he knows that if he tells on you, you’ll tell on him.” I look from one to the other, gauging their response. “You said he was one wrong move away from being fired too, right?”

  Trace’s mouth was hanging open. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

  But Ethan pulled me up and into his arms. “Apparently, not only can you take care of yourself, but you can take care of me too.”

  “I take care of the people I…” I paused because I was about to say love. And I can’t say that shit after one day. I don’t say that sort of thing ever. “Call friend,” I finish lamely.

  He gives me a gorgeous grin that lights up his sexy face. “What shall we do now?”

  I smiled back. “That is up to you.”

  Without missing a beat, he replied. “Strip off your clothes. All of them.”

  “Yes, sir,” I murmured even as I start stepping out of my heels.

  His hands were in my hair, even as Trace started tugging my skirt off from his seat on the couch.

  Ethan captured my lips. “I love hearing you say that.”

  I hear Trace gasp. “You’ve had garters on underneath the skirt all day?”

  “Yes, sir,” I manage to mumble between Ethan’s kisses.

  “Ethan, turn her around,” Trace commands. Ethan does as he bids, spinning me so my back is to his chest as he pulls my shirt off. I’m still wearing my bra, thong, garters and stockings. Trace hooks a finger under the crotch of my thong and tugs it down to my thighs. It won’t go any further because of the stockings but it’s enough as he spreads my legs as much as they’ll go and dove his tongue into my pussy.