by Havana Scott
He says nothing. He could still walk away if he’s strong enough.
“Can we go to your place again?” I ask before he can abandon me. “I can skip my next class.”
“I don’t want you skipping classes, Sabine. And I don’t want to go home either.”
“But we’ll be more comfortable there.”
He steps toward me again, taking my hand in his and placing it against his cheek. Then, he closes his eyes, turns his face, and bites gently into my hand. “I don’t want you to be comfortable.” This new Dr. MacKenzie is making me feel all kinds of crazy excitement I’ve never felt before. I need him. Want him so badly. “Comfortable is how you always are. I want to take you out of your comfort zone.”
“Okay…” I hardly hear my own voice. I’m at his beck and call. Whatever he wants from me, I’m there.
He brings my hands down and pushes them against his chest. I want to push them further until they’re holding his straining package. “I’m going to open the door and walk out first,” he says. “Wait a minute, then come find me in the hall.”
“Okay.”
I watch him click open the door and walk out, eyeing me through the crack as he leaves. All I can do is stand here gasping for air. What is this man doing to me? I came here with the intention of saying goodbye, of thanking him for trying to help, of apologizing for crossing the line. Instead, I’m waiting in a study room while Dr. MacKenzie leaves the library first, all so people won’t notice we’re having a secret relationship.
The whole thing feels wrong and dirty…and wonderful.
Where is he going to take me?
I’m scared of what he’ll do. I’m scared that people will see us. But most of all, I’m scared of what I’ll feel. This is, without a doubt, the most alive I’ve ever felt.
After a minute, I leave the study room and close the door softly, doing my best to act as though nothing out of the ordinary is going on. A few people sit scattered throughout the library, but most have ear buds in, closed in their own little worlds. My phone buzzes, and I see a text from an unknown number: Go to my office.
Of course he has my number even though I’ve never given it to him. He has all my contact info on file from Mr. Quackenbush’s student records. Another wall comes down.
Leaving the library, I take the inner hallway through the building and find the connecting hall to the Aarons Building. My heart pounds like an African drum, and I float to another reality. A week ago, I was plodding along in my coursework, filling out my paperwork to enter the Elementary Education program, no boyfriend in sight. No drama either.
By Friday afternoon, all that has changed.
Turning the corner, I find Dr. MacKenzie’s office door open. When I peek in, he’s there, closing the blinds. I have to breathe deeply to keep from fainting. Shit, what am I about to do? You’re about to have an illicit encounter with a university professor, Sabine, my conscience reminds me.
Thanks, conscience. You’re so helpful!
Dr. MacKenzie looms towards me, his presence bigger and naughtier than I’ve ever seen him. “Close the door and lock it.”
Dear God…
I do as he says, then when I spin back around, he’s on me, closing in, pushing me against the wall, gripping, searching, feeling. My book bag automatically falls to the ground, as the solidness of his body pushes against me. His hand scoops around my head, and his other hand wraps around my waist, drawing me in. I’ve never felt smaller, daintier, like a dust particle getting blown around by a hurricane force.
Pushing his glasses onto the top of his head, he kisses me again. I melt into it, because there’s nothing else for me to do but follow his command, let him sway me and put me wherever he wants. I’m putty in his hands. I don’t even care either. I’m so tired from always figuring out my sex life. For once, it’s nice to have someone who knows what he’s doing just take over. And shit, does he know what he’s doing.
His lips and tongue explore mine, as his hands skillfully mold my neck then my shoulders, then my arms. My body gravitates towards the professor. I thrust my body against him—it’s where it wants to go. Natural gravitation. I want my neck between his teeth, I want my breasts in his hands. He reads my mind and body masterfully, kissing the sensitive skin of my neck then reaching up to squeeze one of my breasts, searching for a hard nipple to pinch and massage.
I groan, which elicits a moan from his throat, muffled up against my neck.
His hands are big and thick. I love them. Makes me wonder where those hands have been, how many other women he’s handled this same way, why he chose me as his next. It’s jealousy-inducing but also an honor. Dr. MacKenzie could have any woman he wants—any woman—he’s so incredibly older-man HOT.
So why me? Why this little girl?
He slides my shirt up, and things get a lot hungrier. As he pulls down on my bra cups, sliding his mouth along my hot skin, he sucks in one nipple, letting it go with a pop. He flicks at it with his tongue, sucks it in between his teeth lightly, then takes the whole thing into his mouth. I always felt like my nipples were too big. I’ve been self-conscious about them my whole life, but Dr. MacKenzie makes me feel beautiful. He drinks them in, moving from one to the other, like they’re made of pure nectar.
He gives them a tiny slap before pointing to his desk. It doesn’t hurt and turns me on even more. “Get on that.” He tosses his glasses onto the leather chair. They slide along forcefully and fall to the floor. His voice and the way he looks at me make my insides twist around. What have I gotten myself into?
This man loves telling me what to do, and God help me—I love hearing it. Boys do whatever you want them to do, like puppies waiting for your command. Men take what they want. “Yes, Professor.”
Sitting on the edge of his desk, I wait for him nervously.
He comes over and tugs at the button of my jeans. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, as he slowly digs his fingers into the sides then slides my jeans and panties down my legs. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night. And you know why?” He pulls them off my feet and tosses them onto his chair, the same chair I only sat in a few days ago.
“Why?” I gasp.
“Because you showed me your naked pussy last night, Sabine, and you know what happens to a man when you show him your naked pussy?”
“No, what…” I bite my lip. Of course, I know. It made him crazy, just the way I’d hoped.
“I want to bury my face in it. I want to taste that sweetness. I want to slide my fingers into you and fuck you while I lick you. Did you know you’d be opening Pandora’s Box when you asked me to be your surrogate?”
“Yes,” I reply. It’s the truth. I wanted him from Day One, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
“Ah, so you knew what you were doing. You wanted it, little girl.”
Little girl.
I can do this. I can be his little girl whenever he wants me.
Coming around my side to pull back on my hair, he tilts my chin up, and kisses me again. I feel like I’m being assaulted in the most beautiful of ways, like I’m being forced to drink and discovering I’m addicted to whatever he’s made of. Reaching down, he grabs a hold of my thigh, opening it away from the other one and readying me.
“Yes, Professor. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you. It was like someone else was driving me.”
“That’s your lust, Sabine. And your lust is who you listen to if you want that big, fat orgasm. Your lust drove you to me, and I’m not going to let you down. I’m going to teach you right now. Spread your legs open.”
Doing as he says, I lean back, powerless to do anything. I can’t resist him, can only watch as he scoops my ass and turns me toward him, then pulling up his leather chair, he sits and leans forward, breathing in the aura of everything I have to offer. Professor MacKenzie’s face is between my legs, that gorgeous face I love, and his mouth is kissing me softly at first, taking slow licks at the opening of my pussy all the way up to my clit. Every t
ime he reaches there, I shiver when I see those grayish eyes.
Damn them underneath those sexy brows.
Flicking his tongue across my clit, I shudder with every lick, but I also cringe and pray that I feel enough. Two boyfriends so far have tried licking me to orgasm to no avail. I’m not as sensitive as most girls, I guess, or I wouldn’t have my problem, but I have to remember that I’ve never been with Dr. MacKenzie either.
Trust him, open up for him completely.
“That’s it, spread your legs for me.” His mouth breathes hot fire onto my skin, and his finger slips inside of me nice and slowly. I moan and push into him harder. He drinks from my pussy, making every lick and every suck of my clit a culinary experience. His fingers drive into me faster, and every time I look up to see him there, worshipping my female gifts, knowing that he loves it, that he would do this every day, even if he never got anything in return, only because he loves pleasing me, I almost push past that plateau again.
But things have never come easily for me—ha—so he slides up, pulls my face into his hands, and kisses me deeply. I taste the sweetness of his kiss mixed with my juices, and it pushes me closer to him, closer to that pure lust he wants me to feel. I’m drawn to him, falling from the sky, and he’s at the controls.
“No worries, little girl. You found the right man.” He stands straight and begins fumbling with the button on his jeans. My eyes roll back. I fight for breath. Holy shit, this rollercoaster. In a moment, he’s going to pull out and show me his cock, even though I’ve seen it in my daydreams all week.
“Why’s that?” I whisper.
“Because I love a challenge, and I’ll be here all day if I have to. And all night,” he laughs. “If I have to bring in a sleeping bag and order Chinese food, that’s what I’ll do, because you’re not leaving here until you come all over me.” Sliding down his jeans and boxer briefs, his erection springs free, hanging heavily in front of him.
I think my mouth must hang open, because he smiles as he unbuttons his shirt, leaving it open, as he chuckles. Then he reaches forward, grabs me by the ass and slides me towards him.
“I like that you’re determined. I think I need that.” I bite into my smile.
“I agree. In fact, from what I gather…” He presses the head of his cock against my aching, slick folds. “From what I’ve seen, Sabine, is that we have a bad girl on our hands. You just didn’t know it.”
A bad girl?
So, he’s saying I haven’t come in the past because sex, thus far, has been too tame for me? My brain tries to wrap around this. Could he be right? Because that would be a HOLY SHIT kind of revelation. “Is that your professional opinion, Professor?”
“Oh, yes.” He thumbs my clit with one hand and holds his huge cock with the other, sliding it up and down my slick pussy. I just want to feel him filling me up. I want him claiming me, taking me for his. I know he’s the one. I knew it from the moment he walked into the room. “You needed a man with a big cock…” He chides. “You needed to get out of your bed, for once. Beds are boring. Beds are for sleeping. Desks are for fucking.”
“Desks are for fucking…” I repeat, because I can’t think for myself anymore, nor do I want to.
“Yes. You needed a man—you needed me—telling you what to do. And you needed a hard fuck.” Suddenly, he slams into me, pushing all the way, balls deep.
The stars all come into view, as I scream out loud, and he reaches out to cover my mouth with his hand. “Don’t make a sound. Give into your lust but don’t scream. The scream is your climax, little girl. Let it go only when you can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper into his hand. He fills me so deeply, I feel complete. I’ve never felt complete before. He takes full control of my body, and me, I’m just along for the ride. I love his cock stretching me out, his fingers flat against my clit. I love that I don’t have to do anything but feel.
Feel the professor, as he pulls back, cocking his gun then plowing into me again. And again and again. The pressure builds inside of me, as I push past the plateau phase, feeling myself reaching for new destinations like I did last night when I was scared. But today I don’t feel scared. Today, I feel cared for. Today, I feel molded and beautiful, wanted. Today, I got my delicious kiss, and I know the man I’m with knows what he’s doing.
He fucks me hard and good, banging my ass against the desk, expertly fiddling with my clit the entire time. “You see, Sabine, clitoral stimulation is key for the female orgasm.”
“I see, Professor. Teach me more…”
“But so is a fat cock in your pretty little cunt.”
Oh, my GOD… My legs tighten around his waist, locking him in. Did he just say cunt? Did my prim and proper professor delve deep into his primal instincts and abandon all propriety in favor of raw dirty talk?
Because THAT IS WHAT I NEEDED. I can’t take it anymore.
“That’s right, you love when I say cunt. And fuck. And cock. You know why? Because you’re a dirty little girl who never knew she liked it this way. Because no other guy knew what to do with you. Well, it all ends here. Come for me, Sabine. I’m fucking you the way you didn’t know you loved, and now there’s no turning back. Come for me.”
“Yes, Professor…”
I’m ready for this. Been ready for a long time. I just needed—him.
What I feel is the most awe-inspiring sensation ever. It’s like someone has kicked me from behind, and I begin falling, flying, soaring over a cliff, reaching the highest peaks ever. White, pulsating light throbs at my core, and the more the professor pats my clit, pounds into me with his throbbing cock, the higher I go.
This is it. I’m coming. It’s happening.
And it’s the hardest, most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like all my muscles are squeezing toward some invisible apex high in the sky, flying, searching, reaching the proverbial brass ring. My abs clench, my legs are tense, jutting straight out, and yes, even my toes curl. It’s the most amazing physical sensation ever. No wonder the world makes a big deal about this. No wonder everyone is obsessed with sex.
And suddenly, the Professor—Liam—comes, too. He groans, pulls my hips closer to him, slams into me with such force, I feel my core shake deep inside. “Good girl, good girl…” he says, and then he moans, low and long, spilling into me, and then I’m floating…flying…whirling around like a feather on the wind, slowing coming down from the high.
I don’t care that he hasn’t used a condom. I’m on the pill to regulate my period, and even if I wasn’t, I feel like he belongs inside of me. I’ve never “not cared” that way before, but everything about him just feels so right.
I breathe in the moment as mindfully as I can, aware of every breath, every contraction, freezing it all in my memory for the rest of my life. Because this is heaven, and there was nothing to be afraid of. I could die right now and be a happy ghost, because I finally found out what it’s all about. I’m whole, I’m spent, he collapses onto me, and I’m content.
So much, in fact, I start crying. “Thank you,” I hear myself say. He’ll never know how grateful I am. The years of stress, of thinking there was something wrong with me, pours out in an endless waterfall of weeping, and what started with a kiss ends with one, only much softer.
He takes my face in both hands, presses his beautiful lips against me, and holds me close. The skin of his bare chest smells and feels delicious. “No, Sabine. It was all you.”
8
LIAM
For twenty-four hours, I can’t think straight. My thoughts are filled with images of Sabine, Sabine’s voice, and Sabine’s screams when she came—the most amazing sound in the world, and I did that for her. Me. My cock erases all other cocks from cock existence.
On the weekend, I do my best to stay away from Sabine, but it’s like expecting chicken to taste like filet mignon. It’s fucking impossible, how’s that.
“Wear something easy,” I text a voice message to her and start headin
g out before it rains again. Even though it’s Saturday, the university halls will still be crawling with students, and I don’t want to have to fumble with jeans and buttons this time. I want to be able to get dressed at a moment’s notice if it comes to that.
On the hour-long drive to Hendersonville on my day off, there’s a lot to think about. If you’ve ever seen a brain explode into thousands of pieces, then you’ll know what mine looks like. Didn’t matter that I tried to stop things with Sabine yesterday, deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be able to—especially when she mentioned getting her orgasm from some other dude.
There was no way I’d let that happen, and Sabine could easily get any man she wants.
Even with Dean Albert’s impromptu visit reminding me where my priorities should lie, once I kissed her—it was all over. And when she finally came right there in my office, I was filled with an honor and pride I can’t even describe.
All I know is that I felt, at that moment, like she was mine—all mine.
I claimed her.
And she knows it. When I woke up this morning with a super hard dick asking if she wanted to see me again, her reply was a quick YES!!! No thinking about it, no worries, no guilt or remorse. Just name the time and place.
As for me, yes, there’s guilt. How could there not be?
We have to keep this secretive, or things will go down in flames very quickly. I need that award to teach at Harvard. We’ll do this a few more times, but that’s it. I can’t afford to get caught. When I asked Sabine if she could come to my house, however, she said she had no ride today, and she had to study. In a way, it’s better. Though Mariana hasn’t been there in two years, her ghost still lingers, and besides, it’d be breaking my one-time-only rule.
Luckily, I happen to know that Room 17B is empty on Saturdays.
When I arrive, she’s already waiting for me, sitting cross-legged on the hallway floor. She wears a short skirt, a white button blouse, and a red tie around her neck knotted loosely. Her hair is parted into long pigtails. She’s a schoolgirl fantasy come true, and she’s so going to pay for that.
