Professor next Door

by Summer Cooper

  My hands were everywhere, learning him anew, but his knew exactly where they wanted to be: between my parted thighs. He moved to his knees, giving himself room to slide into my folds, and I felt every single inch of my skin go tight with arousal. I shivered under him, moaning when his other hand came up to my mouth, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip.

  “Open for me, Tara,” he moaned out, and I allowed my lips to part, his thumb sliding into my wet mouth with ease. “This is what I want to do. I want to open you, take you, and give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

  His fingers slid over my clit, brushing it with a teasing flick, before sliding lower, down to my entrance. A single finger slid into my wet heat, and I thought I’d fly off the bed. It felt so very different from anything else I’d ever experienced. His finger was so hard, somehow unbending, filling me in a hard way that made me want to squirm, to move!

  “Galen!” I gasped as he pulled his thumb away. “I...”

  He knew what I needed, and slid down my body to push my thighs apart as his mouth found me, sucking at me in an incredible way I never knew could be so fucking good!

  I bit my lip, trying to hold back the cry that wanted to escape as his tongue flicked at the button of my pleasure, and I ended up thrashing my head on the pillows that smelled of him. When his finger slid back into me, my body tensed and I felt the pressure inside of me growing.

  He sucked at the bud again before he pulled away. “Scream for me, Tara. Let yourself go. Take what you want. Pull, tear, ride me until you come, baby. That’s all I ask.”

  I could only watch as he went back to my center, his tongue sliding up my slit until he found that central nerve center and started to suck again.

  I decided the best response was action. My hands tangled in his hair, holding his head still as I did as instructed and rode his face for my own pleasure, using him as my toy. He obliged by letting me as he fucked me with his finger deep inside of me.

  My body began a low quake, a warning of what was to come as I sighed his name. He thrust his finger deeper, sliding another one in with it aiming for a new spot. That’s when my walls clamped down around him, and pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known ripped through me. My back arched off the bed, my head pressed into the pillows, and my thighs closed around his head.

  A sound came from me I’ve never heard before, a guttural sound of release, of pleasure, tore from my throat and filled the room. Galen gave his own moan of appreciation, sending me even higher as he moved within me, on me, to make it last.

  I didn’t have time to come down, I didn’t have time to internalize it all and examine it before he was slipping on a condom and pressing into me, on his knees. I pushed back, eager to know how it felt to encase him. We moved together, past the barrier, past the tear of pain, into a world where only we existed, him and me.

  Galen pulled me up from the bed and we stared into each other’s eyes as we moved, his strong arms holding me up easily. My hips danced on him, instinct taking over as my nipples pressed into his chest. His fingers cupped my breast, kneading it, teasing the nipple, while his other hand clasped at my bottom, a probing finger teasing between the globes.

  He didn’t press into me, but for a moment I wanted to know how that felt, how it felt to be totally invaded by him.

  “Later, princess. For now, just get used to this.” His teeth were clenched together, his eyes closed for a moment as his body was raked by a shiver. “You just feel so damn good, Tara. Fuck!”

  He moved again, pushing me back down to the bed as he moved within me, slow, steady, building us to something new. His hips moved and our flesh slapped together sweetly, slickly.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Tara. I can still taste you on my tongue. God, you fill my fucking head without you even trying!” He pressed deeper, harder, his hand on my ass tilting my hips in a new way, in a way that made me dig my heels into the bed and push up.

  I gasped again, looking up at him, concentrating on how he made me feel, on how he felt against me. Our bodies were soaked, the heat still too high in his room, but maybe it was just from the heat we were creating ourselves.

  “Galen, please, almost... fuck!”

  My words failed me as a new grasping started within me, and I fell over a new edge, an edge of ultimate pleasure with Galen buried deep inside of me. My hips moved of their own will, taking him over and over as he held himself still, letting me fuck him this time, letting me find my own pleasure.

  “So beautiful.”

  He waited for my breathing to change, he waited for my body to stop shaking, before he started a new pace, a driving pace that had me gasping out again. I couldn’t keep up and left him to it as I held him to me, his face buried in my neck as he gasped, trying to find the pleasure he’d given me so easily.

  “Let go, Galen. Just let go.”

  “Tar—”

  He couldn’t finish because he was too busy crying out his pleasure as his cock pulsed within me. He was coming and it was tearing him in two. I held him as he found his own release, taking the brunt of his weight as he let himself drown in the pleasure. I didn’t mind, I was too lost in how I felt.

  Galen pushed off me, but hovered over me, studying me closely. I could see his thoughts as he looked at me. No tears, pleased smile, breathing normally. I’d survived.

  I gave him more of my pleased smile and pulled his head down for a kiss.

  He kissed me softly, tender little kisses that made me hum with happiness.

  “Thank you.” I had to say it, he’d given me a gift after all.

  “My pleasure. Literally.” He gave me a half-cocky smile and rolled to his side. “What now?”

  “Now, I think we sleep. I think I can sleep now, at least. Hopefully.”

  “I do have that early class.”

  His fingers played along my shoulder, a light, absent touch.

  I stole a glance at him, noting that his arm was over his eyes. I looked down his body, seeing the sheet casually thrown over his hips, an image I wanted to burn into my brain. I’d have to get a picture of him like that at some point, it was just so alluring.

  “You do.” I stayed in place, not sure of what I should do now. I wanted to roll over to him, to wrap myself around him and never leave the bed. We didn’t have that kind of relationship though, did we?

  Galen answered the question for me my pulling me to him and kissing the top of my head. “Sleep now. Rest. I have a feeling we’ll be awake again in an hour or so.”

  “Why?” I asked innocently, not sure what would wake me up an hour after I’d fallen asleep.

  “Because, this is the part you won’t know about. The part where we’ve satisfied our initial craving for each other but learn that there’s something even worse. The need to experience it all over again.” I looked at him but his arm was still over his eyes.

  Was that true? I settled in when he turned the light off, happy to be so close to him. So very intimately close.

  I learned he was right an hour later when something woke me. It wasn’t a sound, the house was quiet, the storm was over, and the house had cooled. It wasn’t a light, the house was totally dark. I knew what it was when I realized my hand was wrapped around something hard, long, and pulsing with life.

  “Tara…,” his ragged whisper let me know he was awake.

  Rather than saying anything I kissed his neck, my lips finding the stubble of his beard. I liked the sensation of rough against smooth and wandered down his neck, down to his bare chest. Smooth, silky skin over hard muscles. I pinched his nipples and was surprised when he hissed.

  “I thought male nipples were vestigial as well.” I reminded him of our earlier conversation about hymens.

  “No, the pleasure can be quite... intense.”

  This was news to me and I scraped at the tight flesh with a fingernail before pinching it. I watched for his reaction and felt gratification as he hissed in a breath.

  “Tara! If you keep that up I’m going to fi
nish in your hand. That’s not where I want to come.” He’d figured out early on that pretty words were nice, but straight talk made me hot.

  I hesitated, uncertain of what to do, but instinct had served me well so far. I moved, pushing the sheet away as I straddled him.

  “A big girl now, huh?” His eyes twinkled up at me from the darkness lit only by the moon and his alarm clock’s blue lit numbers. “You going to take my cock in that newly opened pussy, baby?”

  I grinned down at him, his words making the taut muscles of my lower abdomen tense even more. I wanted to know what it was like to ride him properly. Anticipation of knowing shot another twinge of heat through me.

  “I think I might try a few things. How am I going to know what I like otherwise?”

  I’d become a bold, knowing person in an instant, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it but I went with it.

  “Oh, a dirty girl!” Galen held my hips as I hovered over his cock, taking him in my hand once more to hold him steady. It had to be a simple case of hold and slide down right? A tilt of my ass and he’d be inside of me?

  I closed my eyes, concentrating as I moved, feeling the head of his dick nudging me open. “Spread yourself with your other hand, Tara, open yourself to me.”

  His instruction was helpful and I sat up to do as he’d said. He slid in another inch, silk against silk. I’d thought he’d just glide right in, but this wasn’t so easy. I felt him opening me, but there was a tightness that I had to push to get passed, and he started to squeeze my hips as I moved, giving me a rhythm to follow.

  “That’s it, nice and slow.” He sounded relaxed but an underlying tenseness let me know this was not easy for him either. “Take it as you can, Tara.”

  He went deeper, past some last reserve of tightness, and then he was seated in me firmly. I’d taken all of him I could take. I felt incredibly full, brazenly open, and powerful. I had him in my grasp now.

  “Move, baby. Move or I’m going to go mad.” I’d been lost in the sensation of having him within me but his words drew me back. “Lean forward until you find the right spot.”

  “How will I know it’s the right spot?” I asked in a shaky voice, aware of just how my walls were clasping at him.

  “You’ll know.”

  His head relaxed against the pillows and I moved, leaning towards him. His hands grasped at my breasts, kneading them. I’d heard so much negative about men doing that, but his large hands cupping them felt so good to me.

  I could feel my blood coursing through my veins, pounding in my ears as I discovered what Galen had been talking about. That spot, just to the front. Fuck me! I began to move, pulling my hips up and down, grinding onto him, grinding my clit into him as I found pure bliss.

  “That’s it, Tara, you’ve found it. Ride it out, baby. Take all of me.” His hips began to move beneath me and I gasped out a moan of approval. His fingers flicked my nipples, and I fell over the edge.

  My walls clenched as the orgasm took me—took my breath and my every thought—into a dark world where only pleasure existed. I climbed high, my body spasmed in a tight knot before it exploded and I became little more than a quivering shell on his dick.

  “Fuck, Tara!”

  He’d stopped moving, and his fingers dug into my hips as he tried to maintain control but I didn’t care, I was coming and coming hard.

  I’d braced myself against his chest, but my arms went numb and I fell on him as the waves passed slowly, each one a tight spasm that took my breath away. He held me until it was done, kissing me, murmuring soft words, until I was only breathing against him, floating in my own world of satisfaction.

  He pulsed within me, a sensation that pulled me from oblivion. I went to sit up but Galen was already moving, pushing me onto my hands and knees as he came up behind me. “Open for me.”

  I moved a hand back to my nether lips, opening my entrance for him, anticipating that ride to heaven again. I felt my nipples scraping against the duvet, the way the palm of my hand pressed into my clit, and thought I’d fall over the edge again before he’d even slid into me. I held it off, waiting, my ass high for him.

  “So beautiful!” He murmured as his hand smoothed over my ass, just before he thrust into me, deep and fast. With one smooth motion he was inside of me, all of him, and I cried out in surprise. “It’s okay, Tara, it’s okay.”

  I didn’t move, but I wanted to. I wanted to be wild, free, and open only for him.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Give me those sounds that drive me mad for you!” He started a slow pace then, a gentle nudge that barely saw him withdraw from me, before he pushed back into me softly.

  I moved my hand, finding the sweet spot he wanted me to finger, and traced light circles on it. My hips bucked under him as pleasure shot through me. This was open and honest, as honest as we’d ever been with each other. This was need.

  “Take everything you want, baby. I’m not stopping until you can’t take anymore.” It was a promise made through gritted teeth but I knew he’d keep it.

  I pressed the finger into my clit harder as he drove into me, faster, deeper, finding that spot I’d only just found. He fucked me through the orgasm, but he didn’t stop when I did, and he wouldn’t let me stop either.

  “Keep fingering your clit, Tara, don’t stop baby. Make yourself come again. I love feeling you coming on my dick.”

  I came again, intense pleasure rocketing through me at his words, at his pounding strokes inside of me, and I almost collapsed as I clenched around him, my body rippling with pleasure.

  He fucked me hard, slow and easy, moaning each time I came, telling me how beautiful it was, feeding me more pleasure until I felt his fingers on my tired ones, stroking me as I stroked myself. “Surely you have one more?”

  I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him I had nothing left, but his words rumbled into my ear, and I knew there had to be more. His tongue flicked at my ear lobe and he murmured words into my ears, plans of where and how he was going to fuck me, filling my brain with images I craved to make reality.

  The world went black, it went bright, it ceased to exist as he bit lightly into my neck, and I gave one final cry of release. I had nothing more in me, only this pleasure he’d given me over and over until my nerves were raw and I couldn’t make any more sounds.

  “Now you’re ready for me.” And Galen let go, pounding into my flesh so hard I could hear it. It was heaven.

  He came with a harsh cry, a guttural sound that could be torment, but I knew was pleasure. He emptied into me, and for a moment I was terrified, but I’d started on birth control pills before I came to the school. It would be alright.

  I let myself go once more, his cries and the pulsing of his cock setting me off and I shook beneath him, my nerves far too raw. But I loved every moment of it.

  We collapsed together on the bed, him beside me with his arm over me, both of us out of breath.

  “Okay, that was worth the wait!” he said as he finally caught some air in his lungs. “So worth the wait.”

  He pulled me closer and I felt his lips on my shoulder again, this time he kissed the spot he’d bitten, soothing me.

  I couldn’t speak, my brain was too foggy, too full of him for anything else. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I worshiped him, but held it back. I didn’t want to terrify him. I didn’t want to come off as that clingy girl after her first lovemaking session.

  “Come on, Tara, let’s get you cleaned up and back into bed.”

  I looked at him confused, but followed as he took my hand.

  “Galen, I don’t think I can do that again. I’m too tired.” I made a feeble protest, I just wanted to sleep, but he only grinned and turned on the hot water before he pulled us both into the hot spray.

  “No sex, darlin’, just clean. Come on, raise your arms!” He was trying not to laugh as I made sounds of protest but did as directed. He was efficient, cleaning me quickly with a soap and washcloth, not missing a single spot, before he cleaned himse
lf off. Then he washed my hair, slowly, massaging my scalp, almost putting me to sleep it felt so good. “Time to rinse.”

  He pulled the shower head down, using it to wash the soap away. Even that was done with tenderness and care, as he made sure none of the soapy water ran over my face. I leaned back into him when he finished, his arms wrapping around me. This was something I’d never felt before, an intimate connection that was not sexual, but far more than familial.

  “Bed now.” Galen had tensed behind me but relaxed after a moment. He pulled me from the shower, dried us both, and we went back to bed, spooning together under the sheet.

  No more words were spoken. They weren’t really needed after what we’d shared.

  15. Galen

  I woke up the next morning with a beautiful woman in my arms. My wife. A strip of light beaming from the gap in the curtains revealed smooth porcelain skin, dark eyelashes hiding her warm brown eyes, and a nose that was tilted just a little too much on the end. She wasn’t perfect but her imperfection made her more than perfect, it made her unique. Mine, if I wanted her.

  The court hearing was coming up; the first in what I’m sure was going to be many.

  A lock of hair was tickling her nose, it twitched even in her sleep, and I brushed it away. How could this have happened? It wasn’t supposed to.

  My thoughts bounced from my hearing, to Tara, to the future, and other possibilities. I had no right to promise anything right now, if I lost my daughter, I’d lose my main reason for living. Tara was quickly becoming my next reason for living, the woman had somehow managed to work her way into my heart without me even noticing. I’d had no interest in her at all when I’d first met her, yet in my bed she the most captivating woman I’d ever met.

  Fantasy could not match the reality of Tara, not in any way. I’d found myself thinking about her constantly, in between sexual fantasies I’d thought about the things that made her smile, wondering if I should do more to bring her out of herself. It hit me then that I’d fallen head over heels with a woman that simply wasn’t my type. The odd thing was, she suited me perfectly. Intelligent, able to laugh at herself, capable, and just as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. I just hadn’t seen that beauty at first because I’d been caught behind my own notions of what perfection was.