Dear Professor

by Blaire Drake

  I glanced at my laptop on the passenger’s side and smiled. I was nervous because it was him. As long as he didn’t show his face, then yes. We’d be safe.

  That didn’t stop the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach though.

  The porch light clicked on, and I’d run out of time. I had to go in and do this… Suck his cock on camera.

  Good fucking God.

  I was so morally screwed.

  I grabbed my laptop, my phone, and my keys and got out of the car. I was wearing nothing over my light dress. There wasn’t a need for it. There wasn’t really a need for the dress, but since I was there early, I’d figured I might as well put something on.

  The front door opened as I approached it. Jordan was standing in the doorway, his jeans slung low on his hips, minus a T-shirt.

  I’d never seen him in anything but a suit. Certainly never half naked. I almost faltered in my steps as my eyes combed across his upper body. I traced every dent and peak of muscle across his stomach and lingered a little too long on the lines that disappeared below his pants in a tantalizing V.

  Fuck. He was a closet Men’s Health cover model.

  “Is that it?” he asked, looking at the laptop. “All you need?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What else do you think I need? I hardly needed to bring my section of stock in LoveHoney to your house, did I? I can do that at home.”

  His bright-blue eyes flashed darkly. “We’ll see.” He stepped to the side and gestured for me to come in.

  I glanced him as I stepped past him but quickly dropped my eyes.

  “You do this in your room, right?”

  I nodded. “We all do.”

  “Would you feel more comfortable upstairs? There are two spare rooms.”

  “What makes you think I’m uncomfortable?”

  “You’re clutching your laptop so tightly I’m afraid you’ll break the screen in two.”

  His smirk made me loosen my grip.

  “Do you mind if I go up and see?” I asked.

  “Help yourself. Do you want a drink?”

  I put my foot on the bottom step. “Do you have wine?” To hell with it.

  “Red or white?” His smile grew.

  “White. Please.” I turned and slowly walked upstairs.

  His house was decorated the same all the way through, for the most part. It was neutral colors with random bright bursts, but very traditional all the same. Minimalistic is the best word.

  It felt like a house instead of a home.

  As I moved through upstairs, I searched for traces of a woman living there. I couldn’t see any as I went into bedroom decorated in white with blue accents. The door was open, same with the gray room next door, and it hit me just how prepared for tonight he was.

  He had it all ready to go.

  He wasn’t fazed by this. Why would he have been? This was all on his terms. I wasn’t against them, so I had no idea why I was so terrified by this prospect.

  I set my laptop on the bed and looked around. I needed to get myself together, and I needed to do it quickly. If I played this right, my mouth wouldn’t be the only place he’d be putting his cock tonight. In fact, more than ever, I needed him to fuck me.

  I wanted to push him to that edge and watch him take the step over it.

  “Here.”

  I turned at the sound of his voice and took the glass of wine he’d offered me. “Thank you.” The glass was cold, the wine sweet as I took a sip.

  Then another. And another.

  He watched me with amusement and leaned against a dresser. His muscles flexed as he lifted a small, square glass filled with golden liquid to his smiling mouth. “You’re nervous.”

  I took a deep breath and perched on the edge of the bed. Setting the glass on the nightstand, I focused on him. “Yes, I am. This is incredibly risky. I’m not used to doing a show with people who’ve never performed on camera before.”

  “What makes you think I haven’t?”

  I raised an eyebrow, but the widening grin on his face had me smiling. “Please,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Like you’ve done that.”

  He shrugged a shoulder, and that grin—that fucking grin—was so damn sexy that I couldn’t stand it. “You’re right. I haven’t. Never thought about it, if I’m honest.”

  “Then welcome to your newest addiction. It’s a thrill.”

  “Is that why you do it?”

  I paused. “Does it matter?”

  “I suppose not. I’m curious though.” He sipped from his glass then motioned to me. “Why would you need to? The money?”

  My tongue ran across my teeth. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.

  “At first,” I said. “It was the easy option, but then…it became easier to continue than it was to find another job.”

  “And the thrill you just mentioned?”

  “Is exactly that. A thrill. It’s exciting. There isn’t a great psychological reasoning behind my choice to do this, Jordan. Why do you watch it?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “I’m curious,” I said, throw his words back at him like he had mine.

  He slowly reached behind him, grabbed his glass, and then threw back the last of the alcohol. His gaze was intense as he set the empty glass back down. “Curiosity killed the cat, sweet thing. It’d be better if you tamped down that particular desire.”

  My eyes narrowed as he approached me. “That just makes me even more interested.”

  He stopped in front of me then bent right down. His hands planted on either side of me on the bed, and I had to lean back a little to maintain eye contact.

  “Curiouser and curiouser,” he murmured.

  My heart thumped. There was nothing hotter than a man who quoted literature.

  He reached over to the clock on the nightstand and looked at it before meeting my eyes again. “We have time to kill.”

  I cut my eyes to the clock. We had twenty minutes before I had to log on. This conversation was clearly going nowhere. Although I had the crazy desire to force him to quote more books, I also wanted…more.

  I wanted to know what he was hiding. Until I got that, though…

  I grabbed the bottom of my dress and tugged it up my body with a tiny jerk of my hips. I pulled it over my head, dropped it onto the bed next to me, then lay back.

  His hot gaze swept my body, setting my skin on fire. I kept my attention on him as his wandered across my body, from the hot-pink lace bra cupping my breasts to the tiny, pink thong hiding beneath the garter belt, which was attached to the silky, black stockings covering my legs. My lips quirked to one side even as heat flooded my body.

  We had time, and I wanted to play.

  “See something you like, Professor?”

  He snapped his head up, and his eyes met mine with a blazing ferocity that screamed need. He quickly moved up the bed and covered my body with his. His erection pressed into my inner thigh as he dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me. There was nothing gentle about it.

  It was a teeth-clashing, lip-biting, tongue-battling kind of kiss. Raw and primal.

  It drove me wild.

  He dove his hands into my hair. I grasped at his back and bent one of my legs, hooking my toes in the pocket of his jeans. Then I shifted. His cock pressed fully against me now, and my clit throbbed as the roughness of his pants beat out the softness of my underwear. My hips bucked against him. The tiniest moan left me as the combination of him grasping my hair and the pressure on my clit forced pleasure up and down my spine.

  Jordan reached between us and wasted no time before sliding his hand between my legs. The meager fabric of my thong was no match for his powerful fingers as they pushed inside me. I arched my back as he moved his hand against me as roughly as he kissed me.

  It was pleasure and punishment wrapped up into one ball just waiting to explode.

  I ground my hips against his hand. His thumb was pressed on my clit, and with every movement, I moved a little closer to th
e edge. Until he paused, his fingers buried inside me, curled up. It only lasted a second as he unclipped my bra and covered one of my nipples with his mouth. He fucked me with his fingers again as his tongue rolled over and around my nipple, making it ache so much that it hurt.

  My breathing was heavy and my heart pounding dangerously fast. I’d started this with control, but he’d taken every bit from me, and I was more than happy to surrender everything else just as long as I could reach the end of this pleasurable ride.

  I could barely think straight as I reached down and cupped his hard cock with my hand. His hips jerked, and I squeezed lightly. He stilled then pulled his hand from me. And, with one last flick of my nipple, he brought his mouth to mine and whispered, “You have a show to do.”

  Then the bastard got up, leaving me close enough to an orgasm that I had a problem.

  He barely looked over his shoulder as he took his glass and headed out the door.

  Fine. He wanted to do it that way? He wanted to fuck with me like that?

  Two of us could play that game.

  I sat up and opened my laptop. It quickly loaded up, and I opened the Dalton page. It took me seconds to log in and open my chat room.

  Three people joined within seconds.

  I got up, threw my bra off, and moved the laptop to the nightstand, angling it so both the floor and the bed could be seen. Then I hit the button to set the video feed to live and sat back on the bed. Four more people joined.

  Jordan was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

  Wordlessly, I grasped my breasts in my hands and massaged them, making sure to pay my nipples extra attention. It didn’t take long for the money to start being sent. Five dollars, ten dollars… Every few seconds, the screen flashed. I moved one hand down my body, and, lying back now, slipped it over my underwear. Heat shuddered through me as my fingertips brushed my clit.

  It was too much. I needed to come.

  I moved my hand beneath the fabric and ran my fingers over myself. I slipped a finger inside my pussy and rubbed my clit with my thumb. I moved my hips against my hand as the pleasure built. The only thing that remotely cut through my building orgasmic haze was the sounded of creaking boards to my side. I moved and moaned until I hit the edge and all I could do was ride it out.

  When I opened my eyes, it was to stare into bright-blue, furious ones.

  I smiled and rolled to the side with a glance to the screen. There were more people and the money was coming thick and fast. I knew how quickly those five dollars added up.

  I peered up at Jordan through my lashes. Yeah, he was angry. It just spurred me on though. He was my professor, but I was about to teach him a thing or two.

  I got onto my knees, still on the bed, and reached for him. I hooked two fingers through his belt loops and yanked him to me. He stepped forward once, and I kissed his lower stomach. My mouth traveled across the hot strip of skin right above his waistband. Slow, hot kisses against his tensed muscles. Teasing him. Taking back some power only to unleash it upon him in a way he wouldn’t forget.

  I unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs. My eyes focused on his cock, which was plastered against his body by his boxers. He was so large that I could almost see the head of his cock as it peeked out the top of his waistband. I ripped them down his legs and pushed them below his knees.

  His cock sprang out, long and hard. Veins pulsed through it, and I wrapped my hand around the base of it. With a smile on my face, I rolled my tongue around the very tip. He hissed out a breath, so I closed my mouth over him and sucked gently.

  He grabbed my hair and harshly tugged on it. The sting sent a bolt of pleasure through my body.

  I went to work on him, drawing him right into my mouth. He groaned as I moved back and then forward again, exploring every inch of his cock with my lips and my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue along every vein and touched my lips around every inch of him as he hit the back of my throat.

  He held my hair even tighter as he lost his control and starting fucking my mouth. My eyes watered slightly as he came in deeply, but I held steady until I couldn’t any longer and stopped him. I swept my hair around the back of my neck and sucked him again. I sucked his cock vigorously and without mercy, hollowing my cheeks every time I pulled back, working him with my hand at the base of his length.

  He groaned loudly, the sound reverberating through the air. I couldn’t help but smile and repeat exactly what I’d just done, drawing the sound from him again.

  “Mmm, you like that?” I asked with a smile, teasing the tip of his cock with my lips.

  He yanked my hair back, and with an inferno of need burning in his eyes, he shoved me onto my back by my hair and shut the laptop. My mouth dropped open as the fan stopped whirring and Jordan harshly tugged a door open. He pulled something out, raised it to his mouth, and pulled.

  Foil ripped.

  My body went into overdrive. My heart thundered and adrenaline rushed and my lungs tightened. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I could only wait as he kicked the clothes from around his ankles and rolled the condom on.

  He turned to me. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he stalked the couple of steps toward me and grabbed my ankles. He forced me onto my stomach then slapped his hand across my exposed ass.

  “Get on your knees. Now.”

  Rough and hard, it was a demand said in the tone of voice that reflected what was coming to me.

  I did as he’d said although the sting from his palm was still trickling through my body. I was breathing too harshly to argue.

  He placed his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them. Then he positioned himself between my legs. He edged the tip of his cock inside me, and I tensed in wait for his full thrust. He was teasing me, though, because his hand slid up my bare back and he wrapped my hair around his hand.

  He was seriously obsessed with my hair.

  But I was ready for the tug when it came. My back arched as he pulled my head back and his mouth came dangerously close to my ear.

  “I warned you not to push me,” he breathed in a husky voice that had all my nerve endings tingling.

  “I didn’t listen,” I whispered back, gasping as he pulled my hair tighter.

  “And that was your mistake.”

  He pushed into me in a way that was almost brutal. It sent a shock through my whole body, one that pumped through every vein and had my heart skipping beats. I trembled as he pulled out of me and thrust back in roughly. His powerful movements were both scary and thrilling.

  In that moment, as he fucked me almost to the point of hurting me, I believed him. I believed him when he’d told me that he could.

  And me? I wanted him to. I wanted him to pull my hair tighter and smack my ass harder and pound into me rougher. I wanted it all. I wanted to feel how badly he wanted me.

  I needed to feel how badly he wanted me. It was like a promise of a sensation just out of reach. I wanted more and more. I wanted everything he would give me, because in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was all him and me and our bodies. It was rough, bruising pleasure that rippled through me again and again.

  He released my hair and pushed my shoulders down. I moaned as he straightened and moved, pushing himself deeper inside me. His large hands covered my ass cheeks, and his fingers dug in as he spread them.

  “Harder,” I whimpered.

  I needed more. All of it. All of him.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly craved anything except for right now.

  “What’s that, sweet thing? I didn’t hear you.”

  Liar. “Harder.”

  He spanked me and slammed into me at the same time. I half moaned, half gasped at the intense shiver that went through me. Sweet fucking Jesus—it was heaven and torture at the same time.

  “You want it harder like that?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it. Beg me, Darcy.”

  “Please,” I whispered. “Please.”r />
  He did. He moved. Harder and faster and harsher. So much so that he had to tighten his grip on my hips to keep me in place.

  “What do you scream when you come?”

  “Your n—” My voice dissolved into a moan.

  “I. Didn’t. Fucking. Hear. You.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust.

  Pleasure hit me so hard that I almost blacked out. I fisted my hair and arched my back despite my position.

  “Your name!” I cried. “Fuck!”

  “Good girl.” He gripped me tighter and rolled his hips with every thrust, and it didn’t take long for me to lose myself to him.

  I lost myself in crashing waves of delight to the sound of his name falling from my lips, white lights flashing behind my eyes, and the undeniable knowledge that he really did own me.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  I looked up from my plate. It might have been eleven p.m., but apparently, there was no such thing as too late for Chinese takeout.

  “No,” I answered, pushing a forkful of noodles around my plate. “Well, not in a bad way.”

  “Is there a good way to hurt someone?” His lips turned upward as his eyebrow curved, and he reached for his glass.

  “Is it bad if you like it?” I grabbed my own wine glass and hid my mouth behind the rim.

  Jordan thought about it and sipped his drink. “I guess it depends. Are you hurt right now?”

  “No.”

  “Bruised?”

  “I haven’t exactly checked my butt for your handprint, funnily enough.”

  “Little smartass.” He half grinned. “Want me to check for you?”

  I half considered it, but it was getting late and who the hell knew where that’d end up? “I’ll check tomorrow and report back.” I twirled my fork around some noodles and put them into my mouth. They were lukewarm at best, but they were food. Good food too.

  “I look forward to it.”

  An air of amusement passed between us at his response, and our eyes met for a brief second over the table.

  It was the strangest, most intimate moment we’d shared. That split second of eye contact.

  “I’m sure you will.” I met his eyes again for another quick moment before dropping them.