by Alex Wolf
“What are you going to do to it, sir?” She couldn’t help but notice her words were like a soft, inviting purr.
“You’ve been shaving, haven’t you? Just in case you got your little moment with me.”
She nodded.
He smacked her bare ass this time. Not because she’d done anything to deserve it. Simply because he could, and he wanted to. It was even better on her bare ass.
“Are you going to punish me some more?” She craned her head back to him and bit her lip when she knew he was looking.
“Yes.” He nodded as he spoke.
Before she knew what’d happened, he’d forced her down to her knees. He unzipped his pants while she waited patiently. She sat there and wondered what it would look like, how big it would be, how it would taste. He couldn’t get it out fast enough, and he didn’t even bother to take his pants off. He pulled it through the opening, and it sprang out, rock-hard and huge in front of her face.
She’d had enough of the charade. She licked her lips and lunged out for his cock, wanting to take it all in her mouth. He held her back by the hair, keeping her mouth just inches away from it.
“You want this cock in your mouth? Don’t you? You filthy little slut?”
She nodded furiously.
He yanked her hair back so that her chin tilted and her face angled up toward the sky. He fisted his dick in his palm, and it still had inches of length to spare that didn’t fit in his hand.
“Open up.”
Her mouth flew open as wide as she could, so much it strained her jaw.
He teased around the edge of her mouth with the head and then slapped it lightly on her lips a few times. “You’re going to suck this dick and swallow it all. Understood?”
Yes, fuck! Just give it to me!
She nodded in understanding and stuck her tongue out for emphasis.
He smacked her tongue a few times with the crown, and she already loved how he tasted. A bead of precome glistened at the tip, and she was going to lose her mind soon if she wasn’t sucking on it.
She stared up at his eyes, seemingly begging with only a look. She wanted to suck his cock. She wanted to please him. Make his toes curl when he lost control. She wanted him to come undone and just completely let loose on her.
He inched into her mouth slowly, and his eyes rolled up in the back of his head. “My God, that’s fucking good.”
She took him deeper and deeper. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, while she sucked her cheeks tight around his length. There were slurping sounds, and saliva hung from her mouth, and she didn’t give a fuck. It was the best thing she’d ever tasted, but even better was watching his face react while she pleased him.
His hands raked through her hair, gently at first, and they tightened when she sped up on him. Before long, his hips were driving into her face, and her eyes began to water. He fucked into her throat so hard she choked but willed herself to not stop.
“Fucking hell.” He stared down at her, and their eyes locked while she bobbed on his dick. He angled his hips to the side and pressed the head of his cock into her cheek, then applied pressure until it popped out of her mouth.
“Fuck yes, right there.” He did it again—once, then twice, then she opened her mouth, and he drove his cock right back between her lips.
“Jesus, you’re good at that. You dirty bitch.”
His words only had her clit throbbing harder, and she reached down and stroked it with her free hand, while she moaned on his cock.
“Don’t you fucking come.”
She nodded on his dick, and then lifted the shaft and sucked on both of his smooth balls, practically juggling them with her tongue. She licked, sucked, hummed. Anything she could do that might reward her with his hot come in the back of her throat.
“Jesus, fucking, Kristen. Fuck.”
“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.” Her words were practically begging for his release.
He nodded slightly, gripped the back of her hair, and drove her head onto him as far and as deep as she could take him, until her nose smashed up against his body, and her lips wrapped around the base.
His cock kicked against the roof of her mouth. “Fuck, Kristen.” His hot, salty load exploded in the back of her throat.
She willed herself not to gag and tried to relax. She swallowed over and over, as fast as she could—wave after wave that never seemed to end.
His whole body was completely stiff, every muscle constricted, and his fingers squeezed her hair so hard she thought he might actually pull it out of her scalp.
He couldn’t even speak at the end, just groaned and grunted. Some of his come was still in her mouth when she released him, and some of it had spilled out around the edges of her lips and dangled from her chin.
She stared up at him as he opened his eyes and looked at her in amazement.
She fucking loved every second of that feeling, watching him, the way he looked at her like he couldn’t believe she’d just sucked him off that good. She opened her mouth to show that she still had some of it left, and then made a show of gulping it down.
He bent down to wipe her chin off for her, and she shook her head at him. He stood there with a confused look for a second, but she grabbed his cock and proceeded to clean the tip of it for him with her tongue.
“We have to get you cleaned up first, sir.”
His eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. She used the head of his cock to wipe up the rest of his come from her chin and then sucked it off him once more.
When she was finished, he brushed his thumb across her mouth and chin to get the rest. She held her mouth open, and he plunged his thumb between her lips. She sucked his finger dry and looked at him as if to ask was that good?
He stood her up, and to her disappointment, he pulled her jeans back up over her hips. “Time to go home.”
She frowned but got back into the car.
She sat in the front seat, practically pouting the entire drive, until she realized they’d pulled up to his house. There was no way he was going to get his own rocks off, and then go to bed without fucking her.
She knew he’d never do something like that.
When they got to the house, he showed her around, and then handed her one of his shirts to put on. “Time for bed.”
He stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs, and she ogled everything about him. He slid his glasses off and laid them on the counter.
She walked up to him for a kiss, but he held his finger out and pressed it to her lips and shook his head.
“There’s no way we’re going to bed without you getting me off.” She glared at him.
He smiled. “Yes, there is. And you will not come until I tell you.”
“What the fuck?” She folded her arms over her chest and pressed her tits together in his shirt.
He stared right at them, and she could tell it was a struggle for him to keep from grabbing her right then and there.
He shook his head, though, and his eyes remained cold and hard. Then they widened, as if in surprise. “Oh, you thought the spanking was the punishment for what you did tonight?”
Her heart sank. She realized immediately what he was doing.
“Wait, what?”
He snickered and climbed into bed. “You loved the spanking way too much for that to be a punishment. Like I said, you can come when I tell you. If you don’t like it—” He pointed toward the hallway. “There’s the door.”
She crawled into bed next to him, completely defeated. He’d gotten the best of her. How the fuck was she supposed to sleep with a throbbing clit she wasn’t allowed to touch? It was going to be a long night.
Grant’s eyes opened to meet the day. The events of the previous night flooded into his mind all at once, and a wave of guilt rushed over him. He didn’t even know where to begin with where he’d gone off the rails.
It’d been a lot of fun, other than not fucking her, of course, plus the time he spent worried b
efore he’d yanked her out of the club. She lay there in his bed, the light from the window haloing her hair. She looked like an angel. A dirty, naughty little angel.
The worst part was she’d been intoxicated. Not much, but enough to make him question things. He knew she’d been cognizant enough to know what she was doing, and he knew how bad she wanted him.
He’d been slightly intoxicated too. Enough to lower his inhibitions to where he had no problem fucking her mouth. Regret settled in the pit of his stomach. He’d lowered the walls of self-control just enough to let a student suck his dick, and now she lay in his bed.
What’s done is done.
What was he going to do now? Talk to her about it? Do it again?
Of course not. He couldn’t. It was a horrible idea.
It didn’t matter if they both wanted each other. He had a career to think about, and her future as well.
What he wanted was to leave it at that. They had some fun. Now, the fun was over. There was no way she was going to go for it, though. The age gap and the ethical considerations all pointed to the obvious answer.
He tried to rationalize a possible relationship, but it only stoked the flames of regret higher. She was going to wake up thinking there would be a relationship.
This is bad.
How did he think she’d react? She was going to suck his cock and that’d be the end of it? He should’ve gone ahead and fucked her last night, and then ended it today. So at least there would be finality.
But, he stared at her in his bed. His button-down rode up her thigh, and he already had a morning erection from hell. The sight of her only sent more tension straight into his dick. He wanted to yank that shirt up and fuck an orgasm out of her.
But this could turn into a scandal unlike anything he wanted to even think about. Once word got out, it would ruin them both.
Whether she was an adult or not, it went against university policy. He’d be dismissed immediately, and it would follow him around wherever he went. And now, if he passed her, everyone would claim nepotism.
He stormed out of the room to make a cup of coffee. If he remained any longer, he’d have to find out what it felt like to be inside her sweet pussy. And the worst part was, he knew she’d let him. She’d beg him if she had to. That was too much for any man to handle.
He pulled out a filter and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. It would be fine. They could figure this out. He had to find a way to let her down easy. He had to make her understand. Maybe after the semester, they could start something up, when she was out of his class and school had let out. At least, he could make her think it’d happen. It would be a shitty thing to do, but maybe she’d have moved past her infatuation by then.
He shook his head and pressed the start button on the coffee pot. His last idea wasn’t a possibility. It wasn’t the type of guy he was. He was a man who stood up to his mistakes and took responsibility for his actions.
Kristen wasn’t a mistake, though. He’d sought her out and yanked her out of that bar for a reason more than attraction. What was it about her? He gripped the coffee mug so hard he could see the whites of his knuckles.
I should’ve kept my ass at home.
He walked back into the room, and she was still lying there.
Grant took his coffee into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He dragged the razor down his cheeks, getting rid of the five o’clock shadow.
He grabbed a towel and dried his face, trying to rid himself of the guilt hanging thick in the air like a cloud. He glanced through the door, and she’d flipped over onto her back. Her legs were spread, and the shirt was bunched up to her breasts, revealing her cotton panties and flat stomach.
He stared at her from the doorway and damn near had to bite down on his forearm to stifle a groan. Jesus, she was so fucking sexy.
How easy would it be for him to go over and fuck her? She’d be wet in an instant for him. She was probably dreaming about him at that moment.
Deep down inside, he doubted Kristen was going to say anything about what they’d done, but another part of him worried she would.
Finally, being responsible, he grabbed some clothes. He buttoned his shirt, questioning whether the night before had been worth the anxiety. He had to fix this shit.
But how?
He turned back to the mirror and studied himself. Then he heard the one word he wasn’t ready for.
“Professor?”
He stood there looking sexy as fuck, halfway dressed in his suit. She smiled, welcoming the warm sunlight through the window on her skin, and stretched her arms back against his bedsheets.
She could feel a slight hangover, but nothing she couldn’t manage. It’d been worth it. She could still practically feel his hard cock thrusting into her throat. She’d done everything possible to please him, but now he needed to fuck her. Kristen hadn’t come like he instructed, and she needed a release now, or it might kill her.
“Professor?”
He turned around, and his face was pale as a ghost.
No.
No way was he going to pull this shit now. He’d punished her, but now she was off the hook. She’d done what he told her.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. It looked like it was painful for him to even look at her.
“Look, Kristen, we need to—”
Her eyes had already begun to well with tears. “No!”
He jolted. “What?”
“You owe me. You’re not about to back out of this now. We’ve gone too far.”
His eyes glanced down her body, which she refused to cover up, and back up to her face. “You need to go.”
She gritted her teeth. “I’m not going anywhere. I did what you said. I didn’t come. I sucked your cock in that fucking parking lot. Hell no.”
“We need to discuss this like adults.”
“What the hell are you so afraid of? I see the way you look at me. The way you pulled me out of the bar.” She glared. “And you know what you did in that alley. I know you want me as bad as I want you. Don’t deny it.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want. It just can’t happen.”
She sat there for a moment, thinking about it, shaking her head. “You’re just trying to cover your own ass.”
“I know you don’t believe this, but I’m looking out for you too.”
Her jaw flexed. Then she had a brilliant idea. Her body relaxed, and she stared him right in the eye, and started to unbutton the shirt. The top button went first. “Oops.”
“I know what you’re trying—”
Second button.
“Sorry, it’s just so damn hot in here.” She pretended to fan her face.
She saw his pulse speed up on his neck, and his collar practically tightened around his throat.
“You need to stop. It can’t happen.”
She ran a hand down to her panties and slipped her fingers underneath. She was already wet, just from staring at him in his half-dressed state, and the tension, the need for release, it all rushed down into her pussy. She circled her clit and moaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Grant’s face tensed, and she watched his eyes behind his glasses. They were locked in a staring match. He hadn’t looked down at her hand yet. It was a battle of wills, and she would win it.
Her hips rolled, and her pussy ground against her hand. “You can watch me, sir.” Her eyes closed. “You’re fucking me so hard right now.”
He got onto the bed and crawled over toward her.
Her mind turned to fuzz, and adrenaline coursed through her body. She was seconds away from coming all over her fingers. Her pussy soaked her panties, and her wetness ran down her inner thighs and onto the sheets. Her moans grew more intense, and her fingers sped up as he neared.
He hovered a few inches from her face, looking like he might kiss her.
“Fuck me, sir. I need it.”
He blinked, and his face hardened. “Get out.”
His words crushed her. A mi
llion things hammered into her at once—guilt, shame, embarrassment. But fuck him. He’d put her in this state. She could punish him too. If he wasn’t going to join in, he could fucking watch what he was missing out on and be tortured along with her.
Two fingers slipped inside of her, and her thumb stroked over her clit. He stared with those steely blue eyes locked onto hers.
“Oh, fuck, Grant—” Her words trailed off on a squeak as her pussy clamped down on her fingers. She could smell her own arousal and saw his nostrils flare as if he was taking in her scent. She shuddered and convulsed, all with his face just inches from hers.
Her eyes closed on instinct, and fireworks went off behind her eyelids, as she came multiple times in waves, all from the tension that’d built from the previous night.
When her eyes opened, he still watched her, his face still hardened steel.
She pulled her hand from her panties, still coated in her pussy. She placed her palm on his cheek and smiled. “Too bad for you.” She made a show of slightly wiping her wetness down his cheek as her fingers trailed over his jaw.
Then she stood from the bed, put her clothes on, and walked right out the front door.
She practically ran down the block and called a cab. She fought back the tears until after she’d paid the cabbie at the dorm, and once he was out of sight, she burst into tears.
How could he do this to her? Make her feel this way? He was the biggest asshole she’d ever met in her life. Why would he come to her rescue, let her suck his fucking cock and swallow every last drop, take her home, and then just discard her like a piece of garbage?
She sprinted to her dorm room, hoping Stef wasn’t there. She just wanted to crawl under her covers and hide for the day.
“You were out late last night.” Stefani yawned as Kristen walked into the room.
So much for wallowing in shame all alone.
Stef was in her pajamas eating cereal. “Hangover?”
Kristen shook her head and did everything she could to hold it together.
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”
“I’m fine.” Kristen stripped down and put on some pajamas and crawled into bed.
“Did he hurt you? I’ll cut his dick off. What’d Jordan do?”
