Professor Bad Boy (The Bad Boy #1)

by Sloan Kincaid

  “It might be your birthday,” he says, his voice hoarse, “But fuck, if I’m the guy getting the cake and eating it, too.”

  I spread my legs for him. “Eat away,” I say, and he groans as he repositions himself and buries his face between my thighs. That first sweet touch of his tongue to my clit has my hips coming off the ground.

  “Justin…” I whimper, never having felt anything so erotic against my body. The one guy I’d been with wanted his cock in my mouth, but didn’t return the favor. Not that I’d want him fumbling around down there anyway.

  But Justin, he’s doing anything but fumbling. His expert tongue swirls over my clit, lashing at me with erotic precision, taking me higher and higher, until I feel like I’m free falling without a net.

  He softens his tongue, and goes lower, until he’s probing my opening. Desperate to see him, I go up on my elbows, and he inserts a finger.

  “Jesus, Violet, are you really this innocent?” I nod, and he briefly closes his eyes like he’s battling with himself.

  “I want this, Justin. I want you.”

  “My cock is going to destroy you.”

  “I know.”

  “You want that? Tell me you fucking want that, or I’m stopping right now.”

  I love the gentleman side of him, but tonight I want the savage he’s holding back, keeping under tight wraps. I knew from the second I met him he was a man who took without asking, a man who would own his lover’s body completely. Perhaps that was what attracted him to me in the first place. I’ve spent my whole life governing my actions, working, studying, eager to get out of this place. I’m tired of making all the choices, and just want to let go, give the control to someone else. Justin is all power, dominant strength tethered in some cage, but I want to free him, unleash the part he’s afraid to show me because he thinks I’m some delicate flower.

  Tonight I don’t want to be that delicate flower. I want to be taken, owned, used and abused by this man’s hard cock until I can’t breathe or think. All I want is to feel. I at least deserve that on my twenty-first birthday, right?

  “I want that,” I say, having a hard time finding the words as he keeps fingering me. “I want your cock in my tight pussy. I want you to hold me down and give it to me hard.” As soon as the words spill from my mouth, a change comes over him. His nostrils flare, the savage in him tearing through the cage and catching me in its crosshairs, like a predator stalking its prey.

  He pushes another thick finger inside me, stretching me in preparation for his big cock. I cry out, feeling so gloriously full. He dips his head again, and eats at me, a man starved for nourishment. I lift my hips, push against him and he places his hand over my stomach to hold me in place.

  “Don’t move,” he commands in a voice that sends a thrill racing through me. I go still, obediently following his orders, and he says, “Good girl.”

  He drags his hot tongue over my clit, and crooks a finger inside me, brushing over the hot bundle of nerves I discovered years ago when I first began masturbating. But his skilled touch is so much better than mine. It takes me higher than I’ve ever been before.

  “I want your cum,” he murmurs. “I want every fucking drop of it in my mouth. I want it to pour out of you, and land on my tongue. Don’t even think about holding back.”

  I quake under his dirty words, and he forcefully inserts another finger, widening me, pushing me beyond my limits, but I love every second of it.

  “Please…” I beg, my body burning up, heating the water around us. I’m so wet his fingers are soaked, sliding in and out easily.

  “When I’m done eating you, I want to put my cock in the sweet mouth of yours. Want to see how much of me you can take.”

  Yes!

  “You’re going to let me destroy that pretty mouth too, Violet,” he says, a statement not a question. Fire licks through my veins as I visualize him shoving his cock down my throat. Choking me, just a little. God, I want that. It’s crazy just how much I do. I have no idea what’s come over me, or how this man was able to strip away the layers and turn me inside out so fast, but I don’t care. I just want…

  My body heats up, blood pooling between my legs, and when he sucks on my clit, I let go, the entire world closing in on me as an orgasm wracks my body. I quake, violently, my hot flow of release dripping into his waiting mouth.

  “Fuck, you are so sweet.” He laps at me, and dips to catch the dribbles on my thighs. I have never been so wet before, never come so hard. I throb, clenching around his thick fingers, an instant addiction, and I want more.

  I’m still shaking, my body lost in the aftershock, as he sits me up. He strokes his cock, and I reach for it, taking his long hard length between my small hands. So big. He’s definitely going to destroy me, but I want to feel.

  He climbs to his feet, and grips my hair. “Open your mouth,” he growls. I open. “Wider.”

  I relax my jaw and expand my lips, but he’s still going to stretch me. He feeds me his crown, and I lick the pre-cum dripping from his slit. I moan in appreciation and at the tangy, manly taste of him, and he tightens his hold on my hair, like he’s ready to reach his breaking point. It’s crazy to think a quiet, bookish girl like me can make this hot alpha male so stiff.

  My lips burn as he enters, a hot melee of sensations rocketing through me. I take him deeper, and work to relax my throat, ever determined to swallow all of him, even though it’s impossible.

  He rocks his hips, and fucks my mouth. I’d smile at his hot, heated curses if I didn’t have his cock in my mouth.

  I change angles to open my throat, and plunge forward until he’s halfway down my throat. “Fuck, Violet,” he curses. “You’re killing me.”

  He eases back, and I cup his balls and suck on his crown, pushing my tongue into his slit. He swells, and his veins fill with blood. “Stop,” he orders, and pulls from my mouth. I look up and find him shaking, and to know I’ve done this to him, is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

  He races his hands through his hair, tugging like he’s in total agony. Maybe he is. I know I am. “I need to fuck you.”

  I widen my legs. “I’m yours to fuck.”

  He curses again, and glances at the shore, where our clothes are. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

  He hurries to his bag, grabs a condom and sheathes himself. When he comes back and finds me stroking my clit, he drops to his knees and watches. He presses his palm to his temple, and takes quick, short breaths. “Your innocence is killing me.”

  “Should I not be doing this?” I ask. I never touched myself in front of the one guy I had sex with, and really I had no idea it would this kind of effect on Justin.

  He shakes his head. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he says.

  I reach lower and widen my lips, opening my pussy up to him.

  “Sweet fuck,” he grumbles as he falls over me. His mouth finds mine for a hard kiss as his cock breaches my small opening. I wrap my leg around him, and brace myself for the pain and pleasure he’s about to give me.

  “Take a deep breath,” he says. I do as he asks and once I fill my lungs, he powers his hips forward, ruining me for another other man as he drives deep into my tight hole.

  “Oh, my God,” I cry out and scratch at his back as he seats himself high.

  He pauses, giving me a minute to catch my breath. “You still with me?” he asks, inching back until our eyes meet. He smooths my hair from my face, his animal temporarily leashed as he checks in with me.

  My heart wobbles. “Yes,” I say and move my hips.

  He slides out, and drives in again, creating friction and need inside me. “You feel so good. My cock is throbbing.” He pulls out, and I tighten my legs over his ass, and draw him in to me. He groans and sinks back in. When he pulls almost all the way out again I go up on my elbows.

  “You want to see? You want to see the way you take my big cock?” he asks.

  “Yes.” He shifts his body slightly, and I grow hotter,
wetter as I watch his beautiful, engorged cock sink in and pull out of my sex. That, by far, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “You have the tightest, hottest, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” I open my mouth to respond but my words dissolve when he changes the speed, driving into me with a fierceness that steals the air from my lungs. Moisture breaks out on his hard body, and I struggle to take in air as he reaches a fevered, punishable pace. His groin crashes against my clit with each thrust, and once again I’m reaching the precipice, standing there arms spread, not a care in the world as I topple over. A rumble sounds in Justin’s throat, and it vibrates through me until I’m clenching around his gorgeous cock.

  “Jesus,” he bites out. “Your cum is so hot, I’m not going to be able to last.”

  “Don’t try. Just come for me,” I say, wishing we didn’t have to use a condom. I want his cum, every last drop of it inside me, but that wouldn’t be wise. Maybe next time. Wait, there isn’t going to be a next time. That thought flies out of my brain when he throws his head back and shoots into the condom.

  My heart crashes against my chest as he falls over me, pinning me with his heavy body. I ease my legs our from around him, and lay there, sated, exhausted, never, ever having felt so gloriously contented in my entire life.

  “Violet,” He murmurs against my throat. “What the hell?” He lifts his head, and I touch his face. “That was un-fucking-believable.”

  I smile. “Yeah, it was.”

  “I…never…Jesus…I… just…”

  I laugh, never having reduces a man to one-syllable words before. I lift my head, and press my lips to his. He cups my head and kisses me back. When he breaks, it we’re both left shaken. He rolls, and I gasp a little as he slips out of me. Cum drips down my thighs, tickling my flesh. I should get up and wash off, but my legs aren’t working.

  He discards his condom, then looks at my quivering body, his eyes full of tenderness. “Let me warm you up.” He helps me up, spreads out our clothes and lays me over top of them. With unhurried movements, he falls in beside me, his eyes and hands roaming my body, touching like he wants more. I absorb the warmth in his touch, and while one part of me can’t believe I just had sex with this stranger, there is another part of me that can. I wanted this. I wanted him. One night. Tomorrow life goes back to normal.

  I stare at the stars overhead, the sliver of the moon, and sleep pulls at me.

  “I didn’t forget about those twenty spankings,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy.

  I chuckle, and snuggle against his chest, his strong heartbeat lulling me to sleep. It’s funny how close I feel to this stranger, how comfortable I am with him. He puts his arm over me, dragging me closer. I stay like that a moment longer, even though it’s getting late and I need to get going. In no time at all, Justin falls asleep, and I take one last look at his beautiful body. Should I wake him, leave a note? No, better to just leave things the way they are. He lives here and I’ll be on a bus in a few hours, ready to begin a new life. I gather my clothes and climb into them. Once dressed, I carefully cover him with his clothes and cast him one last glance.

  “Happy birthday to me,” I whisper.

  3

  Justin

  I sit at the front of the lecture hall and work on my book as the fresh-faced students file in for Psych 101, a course they all take thinking it’s an easy A—which of course it is if you study. I close my laptop, and I’m about to power down my phone when I stop and slide my finger across the screen. I shouldn’t be thinking about sweet Violet, not when I have to stand before a class, but dammit, why did she run away on me? I hadn’t even given her the rest of her spankings.

  My cock swells as my mind trips back to the way she took me in her throat. I tighten with the memory. Fuck, I’d never needed to be that deep in a woman’s throat before, but Violet, Jesus, I just did. I can’t explain it. Then again, I am a psych prof and probably can. Sweet little Violet, all innocent and submissive, did one fuck of a number on me. I lick my lips and if I try really hard I can still taste her on my tongue, still smell her floral scent.

  Two boys roughhousing as they enter the class draws my attention, and I look up.

  “Have a seat,” I say in my best authoritative voice. I glance at the clock and when no more students enter, I walk to the door ready to shut it.

  “Wait,” I hear, and my heart jumps into my throat. That voice.

  No. Fucking. Way.

  “Sorry, I’m late. I got lost and—”

  Violet stops talking, her mouth still open, when her gaze clashes with mine, and it’s all I can do not to pull her in my arms, kiss that beautiful heart-shaped mouth again. My heart crashes so hard, my mind buzzing as I stare at her, unable to believed she’s here, in my class. Shit, she’s in my class! I struggle to wrap my brain around the idea that she’s now my student.

  She’s my fucking student!

  I want to touch her, show her how much I’ve been thinking of her, but that kind of behavior will get me kicked out of here. Plus, there is a classroom of kids watching, and I need to pull my shit together. Now.

  Her cheeks grow warm, those beautiful blue eyes widen. “You’re—”

  “Please have a seat,” I say, cutting her off before she does or says something that we could both regret later.

  Her body goes stiff, and she nods. “Right.”

  As she walks past me, the two assholes who were roughhousing with each other both give a low slow whistle.

  I point to them. “Out, now.”

  “But—”

  “Now,” I say. No fucking way will I tolerate that kind of behavior in my class.

  Cursing under their breath, they both stand and make their way toward me. “You can come back when you learn some respect.”

  I close the door, make my way to the front of the class, and scan the students. My gaze lingers on Violet in the front row. Her eyes are still wide with confusion.

  I can’t fucking believe she’s here in my class. I do a roll call, and when I say her name, I let it linger on my tongue and my dick swells. Jesus Christ, I need to get it together. I pinch my eyes shut, silently count to three, then begin my lecture.

  I spend the next hour going over the topics we’ll be studying, and Violet taps away on her keyboard, as diligent in her studies as she was with my cock. I steal another glance at her, and my mind wanders. What I’d do to put her over my desk, and give her the rest of he spankings.

  Don’t go there.

  When the bell finally dings, the students power down their laptops. I notice Violet is taking her time; no doubt she’s looking for some sort of explanation. A few students come up to ask me questions, and after they leave, I follow them to the door, close it, and set the lock.

  “Violet,” I say, and she rises from her front row seat. I let my gaze fall over her, take in her T-shirt, and snug jeans that show off her curvy hips.

  “Justin?” She phrases it as a question like she still can’t believe it’s me.

  “Yeah, that’s me.”

  “I…how?”

  That same question is going through my mind. I cross the room, stand before her, and while my body is telling me to pull her in for a kiss, my brain is telling me it’s wrong. She’s my student now, which means she’s completely off limits.

  Fuck me.

  “I started here, today,” she says.

  “Yeah, this is my second year teaching.” I step a bit closer, need urging me on. Our hands touch, knuckles brushing and fire burns through me.

  Want.

  “But you were in Virginia, I thought—”

  “I was visiting a buddy.” It’s not a lie, I was visiting my buddy, and then the dance gig came up. We were short-staffed so I jumped in to take it, but I can’t tell her any of that.

  “Why did you take off?” I ask.

  “I had to. I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again, and I wanted to leave with good memories. Didn’t want to spoil our night with any awkward good-byes.”r />
  I try to lighten the mood, anything to get my mind off sex. “I woke up bare naked with my ass in the air.”

  She puts her hand over her mouth and laughs. The sound massages my cock. “I’m sorry.”

  I pull her hand away, and sexual tension arcs between us, so strong and powerful it could light the entire campus in a blackout—for a week.

  “I didn’t know you were a professor.”

  “I didn’t know you were a student.”

  She smiles, and I want so fucking much to kiss her. “That night. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you,” I admit.

  “Same.”

  “But we can’t…” I tug on my hair, a desperate ache in my groin. She reaches out, puts one hand on my chest.

  “Justin, should I change classes?”

  Haring my name on her lips snaps the last vestige of my control. I reach for the belt loop on her jeans and tug her to me. Our bodies collide, and my cock presses hard against her midriff. “One taste,” I whisper. I dip my head, close my mouth over hers, and the walls close in on me as I kiss her, nothing existing but her and me and the need bubbling between us.

  When I finally tear my lips away, we’re both breathless, shaken. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her. But I can’t. It’s wrong. I should tell her to change classes, but not seeing her every day might be more painful than seeing her in my front row.

  “No, you don’t need to change classes,” I finally say. “We’re adults, we’ll figure this out.”

  “I understand the code of conduct and would never do anything to get you in trouble.”

  Jesus, she was so fucking sweet.

  I need to let her go, as much as I need to keep her close.

  A knock sounds on the door and we both jump back. I scrub my chin, and shift my cock in my pants. Violet holds her laptop close to he chest, to hide nipples my mouth waters to taste again.

  “I have to go. I have another class now.”

  “Okay,” I say, and we both walk to the door. I open it to find Professor Gallant standing there. Like me, he’s new to the profession, and we’ve grabbed a few beers a time or two.