Addy looked just as she had in the picture. Having her in front of me, seeing the way she looked at me like I was the answer to all of life’s problems, sent blood rushing into my cock, filling it past the point of erection and into a level of hardness usually reserved for diamonds.
“I don’t have a lot of time, but I needed you, sir,” she said, her hands already at my belt.
There was never a moment when I didn’t feel the same about her. If all my body needed for sustenance was her taste, then I would never be able to leave.
She had gotten a lot of practice at taking my pants off over the course of the term. My eyes slipped closed as her warm mouth enveloped me.
As good as her blowjobs had been the first time we slept together, they were even better now. Months spent fucking at every opportunity had allowed each of us to learn the other’s body to a finely tuned level unmatched by anything I thought was possible.
Addy never acted as though putting my cock in her mouth was a favor or something I was privileged to be allowed. She made love to it, and her faint moans showed just how much she adored pleasing me. From plenty of experience, I knew if I reached down to touch her pussy, it would be completely soaked from how turned on she was.
That enthusiasm sent shivers through my body as I fought down the rising pleasure, wanting to extend the encounter longer to give us both what we wanted.
“Just like that, Princess,” I murmured. “Suck my cock. Show it how much you love to take it down your throat.”
My words spurred her on, and she choked herself on my shaft as she pushed it down her throat with as much force as she could bear. The additional stimulation was rapidly too much to bear, and I used my hands in her hair to pull her off my cock before she pushed me over the edge.
“It’s your turn, Princess.”
~Adeline~
I stared up at Landon, ravenous.
He did this to me all the time. Just as I sensed my reward for a job well done coming near, he would stop me. I never regretted it because he fucked me so well, but it always took a few seconds to get over the feeling of being robbed of what I had worked so hard to receive.
Landon’s hands were still in my hair, and he used his grip to tug upward and force me to my feet. Then he led me to the sink and bent me over it so that my face was in the mirror.
My eyes could barely focus, and my expression was so full of wanton lust I didn't recognize it.
With strong, guiding hands, Landon forced my legs apart, and then he knelt behind me.
“You are so wet that it’s dripping down your thighs, Princess.”
His words turned me on even more.
“I want you so badly, sir. I can’t help it. I need to feel you in my pussy.”
He growled and licked my wet thighs, groaning at the taste before attacking my labia. Unlike his usual strategy of teasing me until I begged, he devoured me from the get-go. The intensity with which he licked me, frantic and yet gentle on my sensitive folds, drove my own passions higher. The way he acted like I was an elixir that would stave off death was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
Then he did something different. His tongue drifted higher, running up from my clit to my opening in one broad stroke before continuing upward. Before I could register what he was doing, intense pleasure radiated from somewhere I’d never felt it before.
“Oh, my God!” I said, shocked but unable to do anything other than grip the sink harder.
Landon slid a finger inside my pussy as he tongued my ass, his finger the perfect length to press exactly against my g-spot, making my entire body shudder at the combination of sensations. When his thumb brushed against my clit, I convulsed harder.
“Fuck! Yes, sir. Please don’t stop.”
The triple attack gave me no choice but to grit my teeth and accept the pleasure coursing through my body. It coasted through me in waves, catching me in the throes of a gigantic storm as I did my best to ride it out. In mere moments, I was cast into delirium as Landon coaxed a powerful climax from my body with his skilled fingers and mouth.
He stilled his movements as I came down from my peak, but he didn’t give me long to recover. Before I had caught my breath, his cock slid through my folds, the head getting wet from my juices, ready to penetrate me.
We’d had so much sex that I no longer felt any discomfort from the entry of his massive cock, only pure pleasure. He slid into me with a long, smooth stroke and immediately launched into an aggressive attack on my pussy. After such a brilliant orgasm, my body was more than willing and ready to accept his plunging manhood.
Landon grabbed my hair with one of his hands and pulled it back, once more forcing me to look in the mirror as he fucked me. This time, I could also see him standing behind me, his upper body still clad in his shirt and suit jacket, his broad shoulders swaying as he drove himself into me again and again.
His other hand made its presence known when his thumb circled my asshole, teasing the ring of muscle there and pushing gently against it. We’d done nothing like this before, although we’d discussed it. I couldn’t believe it felt as good as it did—the moment his thumb popped in, my breath left me in a low, hard moan.
The fullness inside me was unparalleled. Landon dominated my body, and I would let him do anything he wanted. Luckily, the only thing he wanted from me was to give my body more pleasure than I could handle.
With steady strokes, Landon built upon the first climax, edging me closer and closer to another peak, one push at a time. I fought to keep quiet, aware that anyone could walk by the bathroom door at any time, but it was one of the most difficult things I’d ever done. Eventually, I resorted to turning my head and biting my own shoulder, the pain even lending itself to an intensifying of everything going on.
It didn’t last long. The effort to keep from making any noise led to an internalization of the maelstrom within, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I shook. If it weren’t for Landon’s hand releasing my hair and wrapping around my waist, my knees would have collapsed from the spasms that rocked my body.
The orgasm lasted for at least a full minute, and Landon continued to thrust and work his thumb the entire time, giving me no break but extending my pleasure for so long that it almost felt like I’d entered another phase of reality.
As I came back to earth, Landon sped his hips for a last few thrusts, then pulled out and pushed me to my knees. I’d only just regained enough of a sense of what was going on to position myself and take his cock in my mouth a second before his own climax hit.
Our scents and tastes mingled together as I worked his cock, feeling it jerk in my mouth as his load blasted inside me. By the time it slowed down, my heart rate had fallen from the dangerously high levels it had hit moments before.
“Good girl, Princess,” Landon said as he took his cock out of my mouth. “That was hot as fuck.”
I looked up at him, happy to have pleased him. “If that’s what happens when I send you naughty pictures, then I must do that more often, sir.”
He grinned. “I don’t think I could find fault in that.”
“I can’t believe how fast you were up here. It felt like I had just sent it.”
“I don’t think I have ever moved faster through these halls.”
We shared a laugh at that.
Landon straightened up his clothes as I got dressed. He took far less time since he just needed to pull his pants up and redo them, and he watched me with those fiery eyes as I pulled on my lingerie and then my clothes.
“You look like you aren’t quite satisfied,” I said.
He shook his head. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
When I finished, he cracked the door and poked his head out. Seeing no one, he walked away without looking back. I grinned as I slipped out and turned in the opposite direction.
~Landon~
“Come in,” I said in response to the knock.
It was second nature by now. Most professors kept their doors open when they
were in their offices, but Addy came by so often that I always left it closed just so that my colleagues were used to it being that way. Getting up every time someone knocked on the door would be tedious.
The door cracked open, and an unfamiliar woman stepped inside. She looked around with interest.
Not a student.
She wore a staff lanyard around her neck, and she was in her mid-thirties.
“Professor Fraser?”
I nodded. “That’s right. How may I help you?”
She strode forward and offered her hand. “My name is Margaret, and I’m with the Office for Sexual and Gender-related Dispute Resolution, or ODR for short.”
I rose to shake her hand. My stomach felt uncertain at the implications surrounding someone from that office standing where Addy had been naked dozens of times over the term. “Please, call me Landon, and help yourself to a seat. What can I do for you, Margaret?”
I waited until she sat in the offered chair before seating myself behind the desk.
“Well, there’s no easy way to say this, but our office has received a formal complaint about sexual misconduct with a student.”
The fears that had been hovering in the back of my mind for months solidified into a terrifying reality. “Really? From whom?”
I didn’t have to fake surprise.
I’ve been fucking a student, but there’s no way Addy would have made a formal complaint. How did they find out?
“It was made by a third party with very solid evidence.”
Is she trying to tell me as slowly as possible?
I shrugged. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to be more straightforward with me. Can you please just lay out the who and the what?”
Margaret had the grace to flush.
“I’m sorry. The student is Adeline Hudson, and the complaint was made by another student, Brody Harrington. He submitted an email chain between you and Miss Hudson as proof, and well…” Margaret got even redder. “Let’s just say that it appears to bear out the complaintant’s claims.”
That son of a bitch must have sneaked into my office when I left the other day and ran into him in the hall. I can’t believe I didn’t lock the screen before I left.
Usually, it would lock itself after only a few minutes of inactivity, so I rarely bothered. That was a costly mistake that I may regret for the rest of my life.
Conflicting impulses tore at me. I wanted to deny the charges and pretend as though Brody was full of shit. At the same time, I wanted to own up to it to protect Addy and then hunt Brody down and rend him limb from limb.
Fighting to maintain calm, I did neither. “What happens now?”
“You will have a week to submit a written response to the complaint. After that, the office will interview you, Miss Hudson, and Mr. Harrington, as well as any witnesses named by you three. After gathering all the information, we will put together a report and issue it to the faculty. The Dean will then make the decision as to what happens next.”
“Have you spoken with Adeline?”
Margaret shook her head. “I wanted to touch base with you first. I trust that you will remain professional as this matter is investigated. It goes without saying that until the process is finished and the Dean has made his judgment, you are to cease all personal interaction with Miss Hudson.”
I nodded. “It goes without saying.”
The veneer of civilized calm on my face hid a firestorm of emotion. It took all the energy I had to hold it back until Margaret closed the door behind her.
Is this the end of my time at Harvard?
Was all the running around and sex worth it? There were only two things I cared about—my academic career and Addy. Keeping both was impossible, and at this rate, I might not be left with either.
If it came to a choice between the two, which would I take?
Chapter 8
~Adeline~
Boston had somehow so far avoided any of the massive snowstorms that had plagued it in recent years, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t cold out. I missed wearing the skirts of the summer and autumn, mainly for the way Landon would take advantage any time I was near him, but there was no way I was freezing my ass cheeks off just to make sex more convenient.
Even with jeans and a coat, I shuffled along the paths between buildings as fast as I could to escape the cold.
“Hey, Adeline!”
The call was from nearby, but it took me a moment to track it down. The hood I’d put on muffled the voice and the direction enough that I didn’t know whom to look for, or from where.
By the time a figure bundled up in a big parka with mittens and a hat stopped next to me, I’d almost given up and resuming walking.
“I didn’t think you would stop,” Brody said. His long hair was the main thing I used to identify him, and with it tucked under his hat, I hadn’t recognized his face.
“What’s up, Brody? I already told you I submitted the project, so we’re all good.” I was shorter than usual with him to hurry the conversation along and get out of the cold.
He waved off my words. “Yeah, I saw the message. I just wanted to let you know that I did you a big favor.”
There was something off about the look on his face. He was looking at me differently than usual, and it made me uncomfortable.
“What are you talking about?”
“I went into Fraser’s office and found your email chain, so I used it to submit a complaint to the faculty. He’s a goner, so you don’t have to pretend you want him anymore.” He wore a big grin now.
As soon as the words penetrated my mind, my hands clenched tight into fists. Dreadful fury filled me, and I forgot all about the cold. I was so enraged that I couldn’t even speak.
Brody either didn’t see my expression or was as oblivious to its true meaning as he was to every other signal I’d ever given him that I wasn’t interested. Instead of turning tail and running like he should have, he forged on.
“I saw your pictures as I read it, and goddamn, you are just as hot naked as I thought you’d be. I might even let you buy me a drink for saving your ass like that.”
Conscious decision-making fled me as rage took control. With a wordless cry, I flung my fist into his grinning face as hard as I could. He fell backward and a spray of red colored the pristine snow beside the walkway.
“How fucking dare you!” I screamed as I jumped on him.
With all the strength in my body, I rained down punches that missed as often as they hit because of the tears that welled in my eyes and obscured my vision. I resorted to clawing at his face with my nails, determined to do as much damage to the arrogant asshole as possible.
The flurry of attacks had caught Brody off balance, but he managed to shove me off him. We both got to our feet and stared at each other.
“You fucking ungrateful bitch!” Brody yelled, clutching his face.
Blood ran between his fingers, and I felt a savage glee at the evidence of damage. It wasn’t enough for me. He was trying to assess the extent of the damage, and I took a full windup and a step and rocketed my foot into his crotch.
This time, he went down with a whimper, collapsing in place and twitching, curling up on the ground.
I flung myself toward him again, but before I could inflict any more damage, hands grabbed me and pulled me back. Other people in the surrounding area had responded to the commotion and arrived to break up the fight.
“If I ever see you again, I will fucking cut your balls completely off, you asshole,” I screamed.
The looks on the faces of those around me were shocked. I didn’t care, shrugging off the arms holding me and sprinting away. A few shouts followed me, but no one gave chase.
Brody hadn’t given me many details, but there was only one person I needed to see. I didn’t stop running until I reached the Littauer Center. Landon’s office was on the second floor, and I choked back tears to regain at least a facade of normalcy for the sake of those I passed in the halls.
Land
on’s office was locked. I knocked on it, then pounded, but there was no response.
His teaching assistants were located in the same small side hall, and I stuck my head inside.
“Josie, do you know where Landon is?”
The teaching assistant looked up and frowned. “He left in a hurry just a few minutes ago. What’s going on? You look like someone died.”
I didn’t answer, rushing down the hall and back out of the building. He and Nick were only a fifteen-minute walk from campus, which meant I could run there in about five minutes.
By the time I got to the house, I was breathless. Dodging the car in the driveway, I ran up the stairs to the porch and charged into the house.
I found him in the living room on the couch. His eyes widened as I rounded the corner.
“Addy? You shouldn’t be here.”
“Like fucking hell I’m not. I just beat the shit out of Brody. Now what will we do about this?”
Landon’s jaw dropped.
“You did what? I have to admit I was close to hunting him down myself. I’m glad you took care of him, but it doesn’t matter.” Landon shook his head and his shoulders slumped. “There’s nothing we can do, Addy. They have the emails. The only thing I can do is admit it was all my fault and make sure you don’t suffer any consequences for this.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He wouldn't fight it?
“It’s not like you should take the fall, Landon. I’m the one who started this whole thing, who convinced you to fuck me. I won't let you lose your job over this.”
He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “It doesn’t matter what you say, Addy. The policy’s clear on this. I’m older, and I’m part of the faculty. That I’m your professor and also technically your boss makes it that much worse. This is all on me, no matter what you say. They know we’ve been having sex, and I just have to hope the discipline isn’t too bad.”
A creak and a heavy step behind me stopped my heated reply short. I whirled to find Nick standing in the hallway wrapped in a blanket, his eyes bloodshot. His face was blank.
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