by Madison Faye
“I’d rather just take, actually,” he says gruffly, and I whimper at the coarseness of his words.
His fingers find me wet and ready, and he slips one easily inside as I reach for his zipper. God he’s so big, and I can actually feel myself get wetter just by touching his cock and feeling how rock hard it is for me.
I pull him out through his fly and start to stroke him against my thigh as his lips and tongue tease across my breasts, making me moan and arch my back as if feeding them to him. He pushes forward, the thick head of his cock sliding between my slippery wet lips, and then we’re both crying out as he slams inside.
There’s no preamble, and none needed. We both want this; hard, fast, and right now.
“Oh yes, Professor!” I moan loudly, my fingers slipping through his hair and holding him to my breasts as he tongues my nipples. “Oh please fuck me! Fuck me hard Professor!”
Liam grunts, his hips pumping as he drives his big, fat cock into my dripping wet pussy again and again. His finger is on my clit, rubbing me in circles as he fucks me, and with his mouth sucking on my sensitive nipples, I can already feel myself start to drive towards that edge.
My whole body shakes with the force of his thrusts, hitting me deep and perfectly inside. I can feel his balls, so full of cum for me, slapping against my ass as fucks in and out of me His muscled arms clutch at me as I moan and whimper and beg for him to fuck me harder.
“Oh, fuck, honey,” he growls. “I’m gonna come, baby. His mouth slides up to my lips and he kisses me hard. “I’m going to bury my cock right up to that womb, and I’m going to fill you up with every fucking drop of my cum.”
Oh my God.
And it's there that I think again about the fact that I’ve been letting this man take me bare; no condom, no birth control. And I know we’re playing with fire with that, but I just don’t care. I want to feel him explode inside of me, and the thought of what that might means only gets me wetter and hotter. Only drives me higher as I start to fall over the edge.
“Come for me, Professor!” I cry out, not caring how loud I am or who can hear me. “I want to feel you come inside of me! I want you to fill my tight teenage pussy up with your cum!”
He roars as he drives in deep, and suddenly, I can feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me. And when I feel his hot cum splashing inside of me, I lose it, and I go tumbling over the cliff as my orgasm tears through me.
16
Liam
Jesus Christ.
I’ve now escalated things to where I’m fucking one of my students in the bathroom of a restaurant. Loudly, I might add. Loud enough that more than a few people shoot us looks as we make our way back to the table, including one middle-aged woman who shook her head and muttered something about “illegal” as we passed.
Ellie’s response? This girl straight up grabbed my ass and kissed me on the cheek in the middle of the damn dining room as we walked back to our table.
How the fuck did I get her again?
And part of me wants to shake myself and scream “what the fuck are you doing?!”, but I know I can’t stop. I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I just want more. I want it so much that I can’t resist even one chance to drag her off and fuck her tight little body silly with my cock. I keep telling myself it’s wrong, and that I’m morally corrupting her, but I can’t resist dumping my cum into this tight, barely legal student.
Fuck you, man. You know it’s more than that.
And it is, and it scares the shit out of me. But I know it's true. Little Ellie Thompson is way more than just some girl with perfect ripe tits riding my cock. She’s more than just the hottest sex I’ve ever had, or the tightest pussy I’ve ever even conceived of.
She’s making me feel like me; the real me. The me I used to be when I was writing and the guy I haven’t really seen much of since that dried up. Fuck, I mean she makes me want to write again.
Of course, she’s also making me rock hard with her head on my shoulder and her tits pressed against my arm like that. The pickup truck bounces on a pothole, and I almost groan out loud at the way those big tits shake against me.
“You better be thinking about the road.”
I grin and look down to see her arching a brow at the bulge in my pants.
“Oh, that?” I shrug “Yeah that’s definitely from the road.”
She giggles. “Uh-huh.”
Suddenly, I feel small fingers on my zipper. “Do you need a little help, Professor?”
Jesus. It’s that little-girl voice again that gets my cock hard as steel.
Her fingers slip inside my pants and slowly curl around my cock, and I jerk the wheel a little.
“Eyes on the road, mister.”
I chuckle. “You’re not making that easy.”
Ellie pulls my cock out and suddenly I feel her warm wet tongue sliding over me.
Fuck yes.
“I can taste myself,” she says quietly, her tongue swirling over my dick. Her lips circle my head and slide down, inhaling my shaft and making me grip the wheel tighter.
She pulls off with a wet slurp. “I taste good.”
Seriously, this girl can NOT be real.
She slowly moves up onto her knees on the bench seat next to me and starts to bob her head in my lap. I grunt as I reach under her and slide a hand into her dress, rolling her nipples in my fingers and making her moan around my shaft. I slide my hand back out and move it over her back, trailing down and yanking the hem of her skirt up.
My fingers slide down over her tight little ass, loving the hot, bare, and supple skin there as I slide it down to find her wet and ready for me.
Fuck, I never want this girl to wear panties again.
She’s soaking wet as I let a finger curl inside of her, and she moans around my cock as she sucks me as deep as she can. It’s taking everything I have to watch the road, with this forbidden coed sucking my cock, but her mouth is Goddamn heaven.
I push my fingers deep, letting one flick across her clit, determined to make her come before she makes me explode, which I can already tell is going to happen sooner than later.
Ellie pulls off my cock again and moans into my thigh. “Oh God, Professor. You’re going to make me co- oooh!” She squeals and I can feel her pussy flood my hand with her sticky wetness.
Her mouth drops and then I really can barely keep my eyes on the road as she just starts to go to town on my cock. She’s whimpering and moaning and slurping on me as she bobs her pouty lips up and down, until I can barely hold onto sanity.
“I’m gonna come, honey,” I grunt out.
“Not yet,” she gasps quickly, pulling away. “I want it inside of me.”
The wheel jerks again as she slips a leg over my lap and slowly lowers herself onto me, and it takes everything I have to keep us on the road. I’m staring out the windshield over her shoulder as she starts to sink down on my cock. She starts to bounce up and down, that soft voice whimpering in my ear as her ridiculously tight pussy milks me and sucks the cum from my balls.
I groan, and I don’t get two minutes into her bouncing her tight little cunt up and down my shaft before I rock my hips up and start to just blast my cum into her.
She rides me for all she’s worth, cooing and moaning into my ear as she milks every single damn drop of my cum deep into her pussy.
That night, she sleeps at my place. No illicit office sex, no sneaking into dorm rooms, no roommate, no bullshit. That night, it’s just her and I, and it’s fucking perfect.
That night, she falls asleep in my arms for the first time, her soft, warm naked body curled into me as we drift off together.
And it’s the best damn sleep I’ve had in years.
17
Ellie
Three weeks later, and I’m on cloud nine. Three weeks of losing myself so deliciously with Liam, three weeks of feeling his body against mine, his mouth on me, his cock inside of me.
And three weeks of knowing this is something so much mo
re than that. Three weeks later, this isn’t just “learning” or “seeing where this goes.” We still don’t have a label or anything, but I know we both know it’s something much bigger than the illicit thrill that comes with the forbidden nature of our relationship.
Of course, that certainly helps things. I’d be lying if I said the dirty, naughty thrill wasn’t part of it. There’s certainly something quite hot about sitting it in his class knowing that no one around me has the faintest idea that I’ve just swallowed his cum in his office five minutes before, or felt his big cock thrust deep inside my young pussy as I came.
He’s my secret scandal, and I love it.
And it’s because I have his class in forty-five minutes that I feel my cheeks burn as I climb the stairs to the top floor of the English department, which I know is fairly quiet at this hour on a Tuesday. Thinking about how much I want to walk into class later feeling his cum deep inside my pussy has me dripping wet and aching for him as I walk down the hallway in the heels, skirt, and knee-highs I’ve picked out especially to drive him wild.
His door is open, and I’m biting my lip and grinning as I start to just stroll inside, when I stop cold in my tracks.
Liam and the girl he’s with look up at me, smiling, as I stand there frozen in the doorway. They’re laughing, each sipping from glass tumblers with a bottle of whiskey on the desk between them.
I can feel my pulse freeze in my chest as the girl blinks at me, smiling. She’s young, and very pretty, and I know how ridiculously juvenile and jealous I’m being, but I can’t help it. I’m trying to push it away and shake the it off, but then she’s putting her hand on his arm in a way that says they know each other, and I see red.
“Oh, hello, Ms. Thompson.”
Liam calls me that all the time around other students or faculty, but something about the way he says it in front of her makes me roar inside. With teachers and students, it’s like he protecting me from scrutiny when he calls me “Ms. Thompson.”
With this girl, it feels like he’s hiding me.
Her hand is still on his arm as she smiles sweetly at me, sipping her drink, and I want to murder her, or him, or both.
“You need to know that I’ve never done this before.”
And it’s bullshit, I know that now. Because it sure doesn’t look like I was the first time. Not now, not with her sitting there with that familiar touch.
Liam frowns. “Ms. Thompson?”
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 wa
nts 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.
