Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  I frown, my eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “This is me.”

  He looks at me for a minute like he can’t quite process my words. “You?”

  I laugh. “My class.” I hook a thumb toward the lecture hall, moving to go in. “Right in here.”

  The look on his face makes my stomach drop. Because he follows me in, right on my heels. “This is my class,” he says, his voice heavy with disappointment.

  It takes me a minute to fully realize what he means. But when he continues passing by me and heads for the desk at the front of the lecture hall, it’s all totally clear. It’s his class.

  As in he’s the professor. And I’m the student.

  Fuck.

  Oliver

  “I’m Oliver Mason, a grad student here at NYU, and I’ll be your professor this semester.” I address the class as calmly as I can.

  But I can hardly focus on going through my standard introduction and syllabus explanation as I stand at the front of the lecture hall. I can’t keep my eyes from going back to her over and over, the realization pissing me off. This girl—Ana, according to the class roster—is my student.

  I want to grind my teeth together. It shouldn’t upset me as much as it does. I mean, I don’t even know her. We literally spent fifteen minutes talking to each other. But I’m not gonna lie. I was seriously excited about the idea of having coffee with her later.

  And now I can’t.

  From the minute she opened her mouth on the train, I was fascinated. Totally drawn in. Not just because she’s fucking sexy, those long, long legs so smooth and tempting. But because I can tell she’s way more than the flirty image she puts off.

  I sigh and try to get this over with. When I’m done, breezing through the first day bullshit in record time, I ask, “Okay, anyone have any questions about anything?” I just want to get out of here.

  And of course, her hand flies up. I meet her eyes. Teasing. Laughing. Taunting. I want to groan. She’s going to make this semester hell for me. I can just feel it.

  “This end of semester project? The study of social mores. Are there any limitations to what we can explore?”

  I’m torn between feeling dread at what she might say next and being totally turned on that she seems to get this stuff. This topic that I love so much. I can just tell she’s as into it as I am. That’s sexy as hell to me.

  Shoving down the thought, I answer her warily. “That depends. What do you have in mind?”

  “I was thinking I might explore the reasoning behind taboo relationships. How it evolved, why it’s still an issue today, why they matter.” She pauses, her eyes full of meaning as she stares right at me. “Or why they don’t. You know, discuss why it might be okay to push the boundaries a little.”

  Fuck.

  Her words are heavy with insinuation. Like she’s daring me to push those limits with her.

  A smirk threatens to disrupt the aloof calm I’m barely maintaining. She’s something else. I reach up and scratch my temple with my index finger as I contemplate a safe way to answer her. Then I say the least safe thing I possibly could.

  “I think that’s an excellent idea. I’d love to see where your thoughts fall on that topic.”

  She smiles as if that’s exactly what she wanted me to say.

  And I’m so fucked. Because I want to push the boundaries when it comes to her. Even though it’s the stupidest thing I could possibly do.

  Then I must lose my sanity completely with the next words that fall from my lips, as if I have no control over my own brain. “In fact, why don’t you see me after class and we can discuss this further.”

  Ana bites her lip, obviously fighting a smile as her eyes flash with satisfied amusement while she simply nods.

  God, this is such a bad idea. So very bad. Even though I’m a grad student teaching an intro-level course, there are still standards and expectations. It’s not quite the same thing as a member of the faculty being involved with a student. But it might as well be. The line is very thin.

  And my dumb ass is walking right up to it, seeing how far I can push it.

  I dismiss the class, taking my time shoving everything back into my bag as all the students shuffle out. When I finally look up, she’s the only one left inside.

  “So, Professor Mason,” Ava says, walking slowly toward my desk. “Or can I call you Oliver?”

  I totally want her calling me Oliver. Preferably while she’s laid out before me, naked and writhing, screaming it as I make her cum.

  And just like that, my dick is hard as a rock, straining against my pants, telling my brain that I need to grab her and sink into her.

  I draw in a slow breath, hoping it will steady me. Fighting for control over my brain. Telling my dick I’m the one in charge here.

  He doesn’t get the message.

  Her eyes drop, and I know she can totally see how hard I am. When she flicks her gaze back up to mine, the desire in her eyes is obvious. She wants this as much as I do.

  “So, about that project,” she begins. “I think I’m going to need some assistance. Some one-on-one attention. Do you think you can help me with that, professor?”

  She’s dangerous. Bad. Pure temptation. But, god, how much do I want to sink my teeth into the sweet sin she’s offering up?

  “Why don’t you come to my office and we can discuss this further?”

  Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “I think that sounds perfect.”

  Ana

  Oliver locks the door behind him and turns to me, conflict in his eyes.

  I know what he’s thinking. This is a bad idea.

  Totally. The worst. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going ahead with it. Like I said, live in the moment. What’s the worst that could happen? We fuck and things get awkward? Okay. I’m game. As long as I get the fucking part.

  I turn and hop up on his desk, my fingers gripping the edge. I give him a devious grin. “So, about those boundaries. Tell me, professor, just why is it that some things are so taboo?”

  He walks slowly toward me, shaking his head, his eyes boring into mine. “Right now I’m really not sure.”

  I laugh and purse my lips. “I think the best way to find out would be to do a really in-depth experiment. You know, really go deep.”

  Oliver laughs. “You, Ana, are a very dangerous woman.”

  “You know,” I say, cocking my head as if I’m thinking seriously. “I think we need to make sure that you’re able to help me out with what I need. That we can work well together. In fact, I think we should probably make sure of that right now. It would be a shame if you weren’t able to help me.”

  His eyes darken as he steps closer. Right between my legs that open up for him as he approaches. Inviting him in.

  “I can give you everything you need, Ana. Don’t doubt that for a second.” His voice is low and almost threatening, and it sends a thrill through me that settles in my core, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.

  “Show me.” I lift my chin as if it’s a challenge.

  He rests his hands on my thighs, pushing them further apart. “Actually,” he says, his eyes dark with hungry desire, “I think that’s an excellent idea. I’m a firm believer in hands-on methods of instruction.”

  “Oh, are you?” Hell yeah.

  He backs up abruptly and pulls me off his desk, standing in front of me, feet spread wide. “On your knees.”

  Oh my god. My breath whooshes out in a pant, and I immediately obey. This has taken a totally unexpected and thrilling turn. Fast. And I couldn’t be more excited.

  “Now what, professor?”

  He pretends like he’s thinking, but I can tell from the gleam in his eyes that he already knows what he wants. “Open wide and let me cum down your throat.”

  Holy fucking hell. Yes. His words make my pussy even wetter than it already is as I look up at him, hastily freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants.

  This is insane. Totally crazy. All kinds of wrong. And
I can’t get enough. I have to admit I didn’t expect him to be so willing to get dirty with me. Or so commanding. There is definitely a dirty side to this man, even more than I suspected. I want to dig in and discover all of it.

  So I do. First, I lick up the underside of his shaft from base to tip, slowly, teasingly, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. Then I take him in my mouth, going down on him as far as I can and making up the difference by wrapping my fingers around the base.

  I begin to work my head up and down, hollowing out my cheeks and making my mouth as wet and tight as possible. I feel a thrill go through me as I continue to suck him off.

  “Fuck, Ava. You feel so good,” he grinds out, plunging his fingers into my hair as he fucks my face. “Such a bad girl. I’m going to cum in that naughty mouth and make you swallow every last drop of my cum.”

  I moan, wanting that too. His dirty words turn me on so much that I have to touch myself, the throbbing in my clit unbearable. I reach down and unbutton my shorts.

  “So, so good,” he growls again, pulling my hair just how I like it, knowing somehow that it turns me on even more. He keeps right on thrusting into my mouth, hard and fast.

  I groan around his cock, and he shudders slightly before looking down at me. “Are you touching yourself right now? Because you better be fucking touching yourself when I cum down your throat.”

  I moan again and immediately shove my hand inside my shorts so he can watch as I play with my clit. It doesn’t take either of us long before we’re on the verge.

  But want more. I need more. I need his cock.

  I finger fuck myself furiously, giving him the same treatment with my mouth. I can’t decide what I want more, him to spin me around, bend me over his desk, and fuck me from behind until I cum, or for him to release himself in my mouth.

  Turns out, I don’t have to decide, because the next thing I know, he’s gripping my head, his cock throbbing in my mouth as jet after hot, salty jet hits the back of my throat.

  “Fuck,” he groans, not quiet in the least, and I send up a silent prayer to the sex gods that no one is anywhere near his office at the moment. Even though the risk of it makes me teeter on the brink of my own orgasm.

  “Holy hell, Ana. That was… Just. Fuck.”

  I release his cock with a pop and smile up at him as I wipe my mouth. He hauls me up and smashes his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise since I just swallowed a mouthful of his cum.

  “Your turn,” he growls, shoving my shorts down, throwing them aside and grabbing my hips to put me back on his desk.

  Oliver drops to his knees, his face right there in front of my pussy as he spreads my legs wide. He licks a hot, wet trail up my inner thigh, then his mouth is on me.

  I cry out at the intrusion of his tongue plunging into my wet folds. “Oh god. Yes.”

  My head drops back as I give in to the sensations rocketing through my body. Oliver licks me all over, then focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, scraping it lightly with his teeth.

  Light flickers behind my eyes as the intense waves of pleasure build and build and build until I’m ready to explode.

  When he slides his fingers into my slit, crooking his finger and hitting just the right spot, that does it. Instantly.

  I grip his head, pushing him harder against my pussy as I pulse and throb and clench around his fingers, feeling like I’m hurtling through space at warp speed.

  What the hell was that? I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that. Like, ever.

  When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.

  “Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”

  Uh, yeah.

  I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”

  I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.

  I shove my phone back in my pocket and look up at Oliver. “Now, how about that coffee?”

  Oliver

  I scrub my hand over my face as I push my laptop away from me and go to the kitchen for some more coffee. It’s going to be a long night, and I need caffeine to get me through it.

  I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.

  Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.

  I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.

  I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.

  Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.

  I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.

  I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.

  Yeah. Right.

  By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.

  Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.

  Ana: I think I need some extra credit.

  I grin and tap out a quick response.

  Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.

  Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.

  She definitely gives it her best.

  Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?

  I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.

  Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.

  Me: I promise I can go very deep.

  Ana: Where are you?

  Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.

  Me: Thought you were at a concert?

  Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.

  Well okay then. I text her my address.

  Ana: Be there in twenty.

  Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.

  Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.

  I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.

  I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.

  But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.

  I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it as
ide. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.

  I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.

  “Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.

  “I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”

  She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.

  “You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”

  I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.

  “I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”

  I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.

  I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

  Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.

  I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”

  Ana

  Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.

  I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

  “Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”