by Madison Faye
She shakes her head.
I growl lowly.
I’m not playing games. I’m far too hard for that, and far to interested in making that sweet little pussy come for me to do the back and forth with this.
I step towards her seat.
“Now, Ms. Thompson.”
She swallows quickly before shooting me this defiant, sassy look.
“I think we’ve gone over everything that needs going over, professor.”
The last of the other students trickles out the door. She stands abruptly, and she’s grabbing her bag and starting for the door when my hand jerks out.
I grab her by both arms and she’s gasping as I yank her tight against me.
“You mean everything to me,” I say thickly, my eyes burning into hers. I say it loud, and forcefully, and she’s suddenly staring up at me with those big blue eyes.
“You mean everything to me,” I say, softer now.
She swallows thickly and bites her lip. “Well who the fuck was that girl?”
I grin. “Casey, my agent.” I raise a brow at her. “Gay, and married, by the way.”
Ellie’s face goes bright red, and she drops her head down before looking up at me with this guilt, embarrassed expression.
“You’re lucky you’re so charming, you know,” she says, trying to hide the smile that starts to creep across her lips.
“Oh I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” I say, kissing her softly on the lips, right there in the empty lecture hall.
And there’s more I want to say, I just don’t know how; not yet at least. Because they’re things and words I never have said, and words I’ve avoided.
So how in the world is this girl - this totally off-limits girl who’s so wrong for me, the one I have no future with - making me want to?
“God, I’m an idiot,” she mumbles, her face still red as she pulls away from my kiss.
“I acted like a total psycho bitch without knowing what was going on.”
I grin. “If I’d walked in on you in that situation with some guy, I’d have probably knocked his fucking teeth out.”
She grins, biting her lip in this unintentionally seductive way.
“Think you can forgive me, professor?”
Fuck. The word is like fucking kryptonite to me at this point, and I can feel the blood roar inside of me as my cock goes rock-hard in my pants.
“Well that depends, Ms. Thompson,” I growl, pulling her tight enough against me that I know she can feel how hard I am.
She does, and she moans quietly as she moves her hips tighter against me.
“Depends on what, professor?” she says softly, her eyes sparkling and her tongue darting out across her lips.
“It depends,” I growl into her ear, my hand tracing down over her ass, lifting the skirt, and hooking a thumb into the waist of her panties.
“It depends on how fast you can take these fucking panties off, give them to me, and the get to my office.”
20
Ellie
I’m a dirty, dirty girl.
Well, no, not really. I mean I’ve slept with all of one man now in my entire life, but what I’m doing is dirty. It’s dirty and naughty, but I love being naughty for him.
And sitting half-naked on my professor’s desk with my legs spread while he curls his tongue around my clit would probably be considered naughty.
Liam grunts as he hungrily licks and slurps at my soaking wet pussy, burying his tongue deep inside and making me whimper as I clutch his hair. His fingers stroke my thighs, brushing across my pussy lips and even teasing around the tight little ring of my asshole, making me squeal and moan as he eats me.
I gasp as his lips fasten around my clit, his tongue darting across it and making my whole body melt.
“Play with your nipples baby,” He growls, looking up to see my hands sliding absently over my lacy bra with my blouse unbuttoned.
I bite my lip and nod obediently, unhooking the front clasp of the bra and letting it drop before I run my hands over my full soft breasts.
He growls as he reaches down and pulls his cock out, and I moan as I watch him start to stroke it in his fist while he pushes his tongue deep inside of me.
“Mmm…you like my little pussy, don’t you Professor?” I say in that voice I know drives him wild.
He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Oh am I being obvious?”
I start to giggle, but his tongue on my clit suddenly has me gasping, tossing my hair back as my fingers pull and pinch at my nipples.
“Such a bad little girl, coming for her professor like this,” he growls, and I moan as I feel my body start to melt at his words. “Such a bad, dirty, naughty little girl,” He murmurs, his tongue sliding over my clit again and sending a shock through me.
“I’ve been bad!” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his mouth. “I should probably be punished.”
I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but then, I can hardly believe anything about what’s been going on the last month or so with him. All of this is so surreal, and wonderful, and perfect, so I’ve stopped trying to believe it and just let it all happen.
“Punished, hmm?” I squeal suddenly as he yanks me up and spins me around. Before I know it, he’s got me bent over across his desk, my breath catching in my throat as I suck my lip between my teeth and feel his breath hot against my thigh.
“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.
Oh my God, he’s spanking me!
The hand slaps down again, cracking deliciously against the smooth pink skin of my ass as he drives his tongue deep inside of me.
“You’re such a naughty girl, honey, sneaking into my office so I can lick this tight little bad-girl pussy.”
I cry out, my nails raking across his desk and my breath coming in gasps as his words and his tongue and his hand across my stinging ass rock me towards my climax.
His hand spanks across my ass again as his tongue curls around my clit, and I can feel the orgasm start to clench up in my toes, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Only dirty, naughty girls spread their legs on their professor's desk and let him fuck their tight little pussies with his big cock.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over that edge.
“Only bad girls open their mouths and swallow every drop of their professors cum.”
His hand slaps down again, his tongue sliding deep inside. “And only very bad girls let their professors fill their hot little pussies with cum.”
And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.
I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “You-” I look up into his eyes. “You are far too good at that.”
He grins.
21
Ellie
We go out to eat later - again, a few towns away where no one’s going to recognize us. And once again, it’s like none of the labels matter. I’m not his barely-legal student, and he’s not my inappropriately older professor.
We’re just Ellie and Liam, having the time of our lives.
Liam parks in the athletics department parking lot and insists on walking me back to my dorm, even if we both know Ally’s home tonight and he can’t come in.
The campus is dark and bathed in dim moonlight as we walk hand-in-hand back to my dorm. We’re near the far, dark side of the English building, when I sigh.
“I wish my roommate was gone.”
Liam turns to me, one brow arched a hungry look on his face that gets my heart pounding in the darkness.
“Oh?” He grins at me as he steps closer. “And why’s that?”
“Just kind of?” He growls, moving right against me and cupping my jaw with his hand.
“It’s more like a whole lot,” I breathe, swallowing thickly.
Without warning, Liam suddenly pulls me into him, kissing me hard on the mouth. I gasp as he pushes us back, right up against the brick wall of the English building.
I gasp at the ferocity of him as I feel his hand immediately slide between us up under my skirt. I moan into his mouth as he rubs my slit through my panties, and I can feel his hardness on my thigh as he grinds against me.
His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive collarbone and making me moan out loud. His hands move to the light tank top I’m wearing, pushing it up over my belly and over my lacy bra. I quickly yank it off, moaning as his mouth dips to kiss and nibble at the valley between my breasts as he slipped his hand behind me to unhook my bra and push it up off of me.
His mouth on my pink, erect nipples has me tossing my head back in pleasure, arching my back towards him. I can feel a burning desire radiating out from my pussy as he teases me, and I gasp again as he starts to drop to his knees, his mouth dropping lower and lower over my stomach.
My panties are pulled quickly from me as he pushes my skirt up to my hips and hungrily moves his mouth up to my wet slit. I cry out as his tongue dragged hotly through my folds, whimpering as my hands drop to his hair.
“Oh God, Professor!” I moan as his hands slide up the backs of my thighs, grabbing my ass and pulling me against his mouth.
He hooks a leg up over his shoulder as his tongue delves deeper into my wet slit, I coo softly as his hands kneed my ass and his tongue dances across my clit. I whimper little mewling sounds and let my fingers tease my nipples as he pushes me higher and higher, making my body tumble under his tongue.
He groans between my legs, pushing his tongue hotly into my slit and making me squirm and writhe in pleasure. He pushes two fingers between the tight, pink lips of my pussy, curling them up inside of me as he tongues my clit.
I can’t take it anymore, and I drag him up, reaching between us and moaning as I feel his cock - already throbbing hard and out of his pants. I pull it against my dripping wet slit as he growls into my ear, and with one thrust of his hips, he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.
Liam begins to fuck me with deep, powerful stroke, both of us gasping at the ferocity of our love-making.
"You looked so fucking hot tonight, baby" He growls into my ear as I moan and wrap my legs around him.
“Such a hot fucking tease in that sexy little skirt, showing off those legs and that perfect ass of yours." I gasp, feeling him grind in deep.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me and flips me around. I moan and shiver as I put my palms against the brick wall, arching my ass out towards him.
It might be dark, but we’re so out in the open right now.
And I’m dripping wet.
It’s the fact that anyone could come up and see us like this - that anyone could walk past and see Professor Martin balls-deep in a freshman - that has me hotter than ever, and literally panting for his cock.
I groan as I feel him push his big, thick cock back into me, grunting as he begins to fuck me hard from behind.
I moan loudly as I feel Liam’s strong hands grab me by the hips, holding me tight and palming his hand over my tight ass as he fucks me like an animal. I whimper as one hand trails over my hip to my clit, a thumb brushing over it as his beautiful cock drives in and out.
"Oh fuck, Liam!” I moan, shoving my hips back to meet his thrusting as he pumps in and out of me. His other hand slips into my hair, making me gasp as he pulls it just hard enough to send an electric shiver through my body. His lips are at my ear, his breath hot against my neck as his cock throbs huge inside of me.
I’m going to come.
My body is spiraling out of control, and the world spinning around me as the orgasm comes roaring up to claim. And I don’t even have time to tell him before it comes shattering out of me.
I cry out as I come, clawing at the brick wall and clinging to my sanity as I go crashing over the edge.
Liam roars out as he grinds his cock into me, and I can feel it throb as his hot come explodes into me.
We rock like that slowly as the last of his hot seed pumps into my tight slit, before we collapse, gasping, against the wall.
We’re quiet for more than a few seconds, just stroking each other’s skin as we slowly came back to earth.
I giggle as I slowly pull off of him, shivering wickedly at the feel of his come dripping out of me as he hands me my bra and tank top.
Liam kisses me hotly, pulling me tight against him before he reaches for his shirt.
My phone suddenly buzzes from my purse with a text. It’s Ally:
“Theme party tonight at Phi Kappa - togas and masks…perfect for your mystery boyfriend!”
I’m staring at the phone when Liam comes up behind me and nuzzles my neck. “What’s is it?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting the phone back into my bag and shaking my head. It’s a stupid idea, even if the thought of being out in public with Liam does sound fantastic.
“Nothing, huh?”
I turn and purse my lips as I look up at him. This man who’s making me feel and opening up this whole new side of me. “I- I mean; do you want to-” I groan. “It’s a stupid idea, forget it.”
“Hey,” he grins as he catches my jaw in his hand and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”
I sigh. “Well, you asked. Want to come to a frat party tonight with my roommate and I?”
He arches a brow, a smirk on his lips. “A party?”
“It’ll be fun?”
He rolls his eyes. “Ellie, I teach here.”
“Yeah, but it’s a mask party,” I say quickly. Liam looks at me like he’s trying to weigh out how serious I am about this. Heck, I’m trying to weigh that out.
“It’ll be fun, huh?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I know it’s bad, I just… I just want to be out with you. And it’d be great for you to meet Ally,” I grin. “Even with a mask on.”
He sighs heavily, and I slip my arms around his waist. “I just want to show you off, that’s all.”
He pulls me against him as he leans back against the brick wall. “Show me off, huh?”
I feel my face flush. “Well, yeah, cause you’re sort of wonderful, you know.”
Liam laughs. “You sure know how to sweet talk a man.”
“I can think of a few other sweet things I can do to this man,” I say breathily, feeling my cheeks blush at even saying something like that.
He laughs though, pulling me into him. “I’ve created a monster.”
I giggle. “Yep!”
He holds my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before he starts to nod. “Alright, fuck it, yeah.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me. “Yeah, let's go to the mask party.”
“Mask and toga party, actually.”
His brows shoot up. “What?”
“Can’t back out now!” I say with a laugh, throwing my arms around him and kissing him fiercely.
22
Ellie
January in coastal New England seems like possibly the last time of the year you'd want to throw a toga-themed party, but nevertheless, the festivities are in full swing by the time we get there.
The fraternity house is just off campus, and it’s pretty much exactly the place you'd imagine it to be - a little grungy, a little dirty, smelling a lot like beer, and full of people.
There’s another flash of apprehension as we move through the front door and into the crowd as people start to to turn and see us, but I force myself to relax. We’re both wearing masks, and Liam’s even wearing a white spandex sports sleeve over his tattooed arm under his toga. No one knows who we are.
"So, ready to party?" I grin as I grab Liam�
�s hand and drag him through the front door.
He looks bewildered and a possibly more than a little out of his element amongst the throngs of college-aged kids chugging beer and grinding to hip-hop music, but really, so am I. He squeezes my hand back and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“What, this?" He rolls his eyes dramatically and grins back at me. “I’m going to show these kids how it's done."
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, peppering his cheek with kisses.
We went to a shopping center earlier a few towns over earlier to buy sheets for tonight, and someone had mistaken us for father and daughter. It wasn’t totally unbelievable considering he was more than double my eighteen years, but I was determined that tonight, no one would have any illusions as to the nature of our relationship, and they could think whatever they wanted about it.
Besides, it isn’t like it’s going to be hard keeping my hands on Liam Martin all night. I mean he’s gorgeous for one, and honestly in probably better shape than half the frat guys cavorting around the place in bedsheets. I grin to myself as we walk in, seeing him already turning heads as we move into the crowd, and I know it isn’t just that he’s by far and away the oldest guy in the room. He looks hot, and I know that more than a few of the looks he’s getting are from girls my age. The looks he draws are checking him out, rather than wondering who he is and why a guy their father's age is at this party. Liam isn’t like all the other shirtless jocks high-fiving each other and crushing beer cans, with their waxed chests and cheesy tribal tattoos. No, Liam is a man, complete with hairy chest and without cliched tattoos.
As we move into the back room, looking for the keg, a girl I recognized from one of my classes but who’s never spoken to me catches my arm while Liam’s head is turned the other way.
"Oh my God, Ellie!” she whispers conspiratorially as she arches her brow and runs her eyes up and down Liam’s muscled back and arms; "Who is that?"
I grinned, feeling the warm glow tickle up my whole body. "Oh, my boyfriend." I say it as nonchalantly as possible, but inside I’m practically jumping up and down.
