Professor Cline Revealed (The Professor #1)

by J. M. La Rocca

  My mouth hung open slightly as I stared into his eyes. I was dumbfounded. How do I respond to that? I want to stand my ground. Tell him to fuck off. But I would’ve been lying to myself if I’d said I wasn’t the least bit curious. I wanted to know him better, too. He intrigued me.

  I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel. I was so attracted to him, more than any other guy I’d ever been with. I had some sort of connection to him, which I’d probably never be able to explain.

  I stared into his eyes and battled with myself on whether I’d say yes or no. The pros outweighed the cons in that very moment, but did I want to put myself through that again for one night of bliss?

  “Yes,” I said as I closed my eyes, giving in to the battle. “I’ll come with you.”

  I opened my eyes to look at him, and he surprised me with a smile on his face. Not one of his signature smirks, but a full, bright smile. Then he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.

  “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off,” he told me before he pulled away and walked out the door.

  I placed a hand over my heart and waited for the beating to go back to its regular pace.

  What the fuck just happened? Oh, my God.

  I took a deep breath and glanced up at the clock. Shit. I’d been in there for fifteen minutes.

  Straightening my skirt, I headed toward the door and took a calming breath before I went out. I’d give him one more chance. I wanted to find out if our connection was real and what it meant. It was all I could take.

  Chapter 16

  Mason

  I hung out with the guys, watching Emma every chance I got. After the show she’d put on with trying to avoid me, I knew she probably didn’t want to see me. But I needed to try. I’d never planned to corner her, but the opportunity presented itself and I took it. I was prepared for her to tell me to fuck off and I never intended to come on so strong, but when I was around her, I couldn’t help it. I spoke words to her I’d never said before and they were all true. She consumed every part of my life.

  The connection I had with her was undeniable. I couldn’t look past it and I couldn’t ignore it, although deep down I wanted to. She was starting to remind me too much of Sophia, the only woman I’d ever had a connection with. It brought up so many emotions I couldn’t explain.

  I should’ve wanted to run away, but I knew I wouldn’t. She was all I could think about. Being with her wasn’t about getting her out of my system anymore. No, it was a need to have something that was taken away from me so many years ago.

  It was sick and twisted. Everything about it was wrong, but that was what made it feel so right.

  I sat in my car in front of the building and waited for her, suddenly glad I hadn’t taken a taxi like I’d planned. The streets were still busy, but not too crowded at one o’clock in the morning. A few moments later, she walked out of the front doors and looked straight ahead at my car. I could see the trepidation on her face. I knew she was nervous after what I’d done, and I couldn’t blame her. She walked to the car and opened the door, hesitating for a brief moment before finally getting in.

  She placed a bag at her feet and buckled her seatbelt before turning to me.

  “Before you pull away, I need you to know I don’t do this.” She gestured between the both of us. “I don’t meet with men and plan nights of sex. This whole situation has me on edge, and my gut is telling me this is all a very, very bad idea.” She looked down at her lap and took a deep breath. “But I can’t seem to get that idea out of my head, even though it seems like the worst one ever.” She shook her head as if contemplating to leave. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she whispered under her breath.

  I placed a hand under her chin, lifting her face to look at me. “I can’t get you out of my head either, Emma. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, but if this isn’t what you want, I won’t force you or try to convince you to come with me. The decision is yours. You have the control here. However, if you choose to stay…the control will no longer be yours. You will be mine, Emma. So choose wisely,” I stated as I dropped my hand.

  I didn’t want to give her the option to say no, but I had no other choice. She was more willful than I was used to. I’d never had to go to that length to get a woman to come with me, but she was different. I knew she wasn’t like any of the women I usually encountered, and maybe that was another reason why I was so drawn to her.

  She fiddled with her skirt for a moment before turning to me. She licked her bottom lip then grazed her teeth over the plump flesh. My attention centered on the sensual act when she finally spoke.

  “I want to go with you.”

  I grinned as I sat back in my seat and put the car in gear.

  There was a comfortable silence between us as I made my way to the house. Taking someone to my house was a foreign concept to me, but I’d have to get used to the new feeling around Emma.

  I turned my head slightly and looked at her. She was looking out the window and I could only wonder what was going through her mind. She was probably chastising herself for agreeing to come with me, but I’d make it worth her while.

  I pulled up to my colonial-style home and exited the car to open Emma’s door.

  When I’d first suggested I’d take her somewhere else, my place wasn’t the first thing that came to mind, but it was the only place that seemed suitable. It made me uneasy and uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do about it by that point.

  We made our way into the house and I watched her as she looked over all of my personal things. Her facial expressions spoke more words then her mouth ever could. I could tell she wasn’t expecting what she saw. She walked into the sitting room on the right and looked over the paintings I had on the walls. The whole room had random ones I’d found over the years. I always picked something that matched my mood at the time, which meant none of the paintings were calming or comforting.

  I walked into the room and stood close behind her as she examined one of my favorites. There was really nothing to it. It was a black canvas with white, grey, red, and purple spatters all over it, with only a few actual brush strokes. To a person who wasn’t into art, it would look like something a toddler could paint. To those who appreciated art, it was more complex than that. I could picture the artist painting it, choosing the colors carefully. Each color was a symbol for something, black being the most significant. It consumed everything. I had to have it when I saw it.

  I leaned down close to her ear, inhaling her sweet scent—something I could never get enough of—as I ran the tips of my fingers down her arms. Her body quivered at my touch and I reveled in her reaction to me.

  “I never would have pegged you for a man who liked art,” she stated, looking over the piece.

  “It’s a window to a man’s soul,” I whispered into her ear.

  “And what does this art say about you?” she asked breathlessly as I cupped one of her breasts.

  I tilted my head slightly to look at the painting. “What do you see?”

  She was quiet as she looked it over, her breathing picking up as I pinched her nipple through her shirt.

  “There isn’t any brightness to the painting at all. It’s dark, sad, depressing… violent. And yet it’s beautiful. The small splash of purple, right there,” she pointed, “feels like the artist was giving it hope for brightness, but the dark would always overpower it.”

  I closed my eyes and breathed into her neck. Every fucking word she’d said described me. It cut right to my core and turned me on.

  No matter how much I knew she would try to deny our connection, she couldn’t hide it. It was like she was in my fucking head. She leaned back against my chest and I moved my hands down to the hem of her skirt, hiking it up to her hips. She moaned at my movements and I stifled my own as I covered her pussy with my hand. Her center was hot and her panties were soaked. My cock was straining against my pants, in need of some relief.

  I licked the shell of her ear
as I lightly rubbed over her pussy. “Are you ready for me, Emma?” I whispered.

  She rocked her hips into my hand and gave a breathy, “Yes”.

  I pulled away from her and she turned to look at me, confusion written on her face.

  “Come with me,” I said as I made my way to the stairs.

  I walked up the staircase and headed to one of my spare rooms, hearing her quiet steps behind me.

  There was no way I could fuck her in my bed. The only person allowed in my personal space was my housekeeper, and even that had taken a lot of time to get used to. Too many of my demons lived in that room, and I wouldn’t risk having someone in that space.

  I opened the door and walked into the gray room. Everything in there was a shade of gray, minus the black bed.

  I watched Emma as she looked over the space, her eyes moving in every direction.

  She turned and met my gaze.

  “Is this your room?”

  “No,” I said without hesitation. “Stay here for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

  I walked out and made my way down the hall to my room, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. I knew as soon as I walked back in with the blindfold she’d have doubts about being there, but it was the only way. If she wouldn’t submit to it, then I wouldn’t go through with it no matter how badly I wanted to. I threw the shirt on the bed and headed to my closet where I kept the blindfold.

  I walked back into the gray room to see Emma sitting on the bed, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for me. She looked up to meet my gaze then drifted down to my exposed body.

  I watched her chest rise and fall in a rapid pace as she looked me over. I stood in the doorway and waited as her eyes raked over my toned chest and abs. I worked hard on my body and I knew she appreciated it.

  Her eyes finally moved up to mine and I grinned as a blush rose on her cheeks before she diverted her gaze to her lap.

  I’ll never understand women. How could they be so bold one minute, then turn into a blushing schoolgirl the next?

  I walked to the bed and she instinctively spread her legs so I could stand between them.

  “Emma, look at me.”

  She tilted her head up and met my gaze.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I announced as I ran my fingertips softly down her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. “I won’t be gentle and that wet, eager pussy of yours will beg for release, but I won’t give it…not until I’m ready for you to come.” She opened her lust-filled eyes and I grinned before lifting my other hand. Her eyes darted to the blindfold I was holding and she frowned. She opened her mouth to speak, but I placed my hand over her lips. “This is how I fuck, Emma. I’ll never walk out on you again. I’m going to pleasure you until you can’t take any more, and then I’ll do it some more. I want to be buried inside you so deep, you never forget what it feels like.”

  I handed her the blindfold and stepped away from her. She held it in her lap and stared at it for a few moments before she finally stood up from the bed.

  I could tell she was hesitant. She stared at the floor as if she was weighing her options. I didn’t want her to get lost in her own thoughts. I only wanted her to get lost in the pleasure I would bring her.

  “Put it on and strip for me, Emma.”

  She looked at me with trepidation, but slowly lifted the blindfold over her head and covered her eyes. Then she brought her hand down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal a white lace bra, which pushed up her perfect tits. I started to undress as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt, keeping my eyes on her every move.

  When her skirt finally fell to the floor, I had to hold back a groan. She was a fucking masterpiece. She had on matching black and white panties with black thigh-highs.

  “Get on the bed, Emma, and keep the heels on.”

  I rubbed my dick through my pants as I watched her climb onto the bed, ass poking out in the air as if she was trying to put on a show for me. A show I was all too willing to watch.

  I walked to the end of the bed as she positioned herself with her hair fanned out against the pillows. All I could do at that moment was stare at her and commit the image to memory. She looked like a fucking angel on the black sheets.

  “Spread your legs for me, princess,” I finally said as I continued to stroke my dick.

  She slowly spread her legs apart and I looked over her body. Her plump tits rose and fell with her breaths, nipples standing at attention under her bra, and the sheer fabric of her panties was soaked against the lips of her pussy.

  A perfect fucking sight.

  I climbed onto the bed, running my hands up the outside of her legs until I reached her hips. Then I gently pulled her panties down, revealing her clean-shaven pussy.

  She bent her legs up so I could take off her panties.

  “Keep your legs bent,” I told her as I watched her pant while I pushed her legs open for me.

  Her pussy glistened with need, calling out to be devoured. I licked my lips as her musky scent filled my senses. I was so fucking turned on I knew I’d have to hold off because as soon as my cock melted into that hot pussy, I’d explode.

  “I’m going to lick this sweet cunt until I’m ready to stop.”

  Looking down at her soaked pussy, I reached an arm around to spread her lips with my fingers. I didn’t waste any time lowering my mouth, flicking her clit with my tongue and then moving down to lick up her juices. Her hips bucked and I pulled away, waiting for her to set her butt back down. As she did, I felt her fingers run through my hair. It took me off-guard at first, but then I realized I never told her to put her hands above her head and not to move.

  She pulled at my hair, trying to inch me closer to her throbbing clit, and I closed my eyes at the sensation. It had been so long since I’d allowed that type of behavior in the bedroom that I needed a moment to take it all in.

  Opening my eyes, I looked up at Emma as she moaned and bit the bottom of her lip. I couldn’t deny the way she made me feel, but it was too foreign to me. I couldn’t let go of the past so easily.

  Pulling away from her grasp, I grabbed her arms and placed them over her head then leaned down to her ear.

  “Don’t move,” I commanded as I nipped at her ear. “You move and I won’t let you come. Do you understand?”

  She let out a heavy breath and nodded slowly.

  Lowering myself down her body, I trailed my hand down her tits as I once again lowered my head to her pussy. Spreading her lips, I could see her pulsing with need as she tried not to raise her pussy to my face. Gripping her thighs, I lowered my head down again when she stopped moving, flicking at her clit in a fast speed before inserting two fingers to pump into her. She let out a gasp as I curved my finger into her g-spot, and I knew it was taking all of her control not to move her body into mine for more friction.

  Flicking my tongue a few more times, I pulled back and stopped pumping my fingers as soon as I felt the walls of her pussy start to clench. She groaned in frustration as the need took over her senses.

  Her breathing slowed and I resumed my position, sucking on her clit and causing her to buck into me. Although I’d usually pull away, my own arousal was starting to take over. My hips were moving on their own accord, looking for friction against the bed. I groaned into her pussy as her heavy breathing turned into deep moans.

  Keeping at my assault on the bed, I removed my fingers and lowered my mouth to lick up her juices, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She groaned every time I flicked at her clit lightly, causing me to pump into the bed faster. I knew if I kept it up, I’d end up releasing in my pants.

  I needed to be inside her.

  I let go of her legs, moving them off my shoulders, and climbed off the bed. I watched as she clamped her legs closed trying to get some friction for her aching pussy, an ache only I could soothe.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, princess,” I told her as I undid my belt and dropped my pants to the
floor.

  Her hands gripped the sheets above her head, causing her knuckles to turn white as I slowly made my way onto the bed and up her body.

  “Don’t be nervous, Emma,” I whispered into her ear. She inhaled deeply and shook her head slightly as if to tell me she wasn’t nervous, but I could tell she was.

  Running my nose along her jaw, I lifted my head and looked over her beautiful face before I connected my lips to hers. She opened up for me and our tongues met with a moan, the taste of her pussy still on my lips. Her moans consumed me, causing me to kiss her harder as I laced my fingers into her hair and squeezed.

  I was so fucking turned on. I couldn’t hold off any longer.

  Pulling away from her lips, I thrust my cock to the hilt, deep into her cunt. She screamed out and I could feel the pulsing of her pussy walls as I waited a moment for her to adjust to my size.

  She was so fucking tight. I needed to wait before I moved again or else it would be over way too soon. The pain running up to the tip of my cock was almost unbearable. It had been so long since I’d felt that sensation. That overpowering need to come, when you’re so fucking turned on your mind goes completely blank and the only thing that matters is your cock and getting off.

  Slowly, I pulled out and thrust back in, watching her face as I plunged deep inside her. Her mouth hung open as moans escaped. The sight and sound was so erotic I almost felt saddened that half of her face was covered.

  Without thought, I reached down and pulled the blindfold off her face. I wanted to look into her eyes, a need I’d never felt before. I wanted to see all of her emotions as I thrust deep inside her. I wanted her to see what she did to me, how she made me feel. I picked up my pace as I stared into her eyes. Out of everything I had ever done with a woman, this was by far the most erotic. I never looked at their faces. But Emma was different. She made me feel like there was a sliver of hope, and I wanted to absorb every last drop I could take.

  Lifting her bent legs, I pushed them against her chest with my hands and pounded my dick into her fast and hard, no longer registering her moans. She was causing every emotion I’d had buried deep down to resurface. I didn’t know how to handle it. It was fucking with my head, so I was going to fuck the feelings out of me with her watching all of it.