The Temptation: A Professor Student Romance (Forbidden First Times Book 6)

by Sofia T Summers

  Just as I sent the last of the pictures to Professor Marks, there was a knock at the front door that made me yelp with surprise and bolt up in bed. Walking naked through the apartment felt so strange – even though I knew Petra wasn’t home, I worried that she would jump out at every turn and stare at me in horror.

  Opening the door made me blush bright red, and I practically yanked Professor Marks inside. As soon as he was inside, he stepped back and stared at me with lust, letting his eyes travel over my numerous curves.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Will growled. He stepped closer and ran a hand down my naked back. His fingers were chill from the cold weather outside and I gasped as his freezing hand slid between the cheeks of my ass and rubbed gently at my asshole before sliding close to my pussy. He groaned with desire as I spread my legs, standing a shoulder-width apart, and let push two cold fingers inside of me.

  Will grinned. “You’re soaking wet, baby girl,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. Standing next to my fully-clothed lover in just those obscene panties was making me hotter than I ever could have thought possible. I trembled as Will took his fingers out of my pussy and lifted them to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling my intimate fragrance. He held his hand out to me and raised an eyebrow.

  “Clean me off,” Will ordered.

  I lapped his hand clean, tasted my own juices and sucked them off his fingers. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would explode as I looked up at Will, locking eyes with him as I sucked and licked his hand.

  “Good girl,” Will said softly. “Now, show me your bedroom.”

  I led Will through the apartment, swaying my ass from side to side with each step. The friction of my naked thighs rubbing together and my boobs bouncing made me feel slutty and adventurous, like I was an entirely different person. Will followed me into my bedroom and I shut and locked the door behind us. My hands were still on the door when Will grabbed me and pounced on me, pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me and kissing me roughly. The wool of his coat rubbed against my nipples and I moaned hotly into his mouth as his tongue probed against mine.

  “Fuck, baby, I needed this so bad,” Will grunted in my ear. He sucked and licked my earlobe, moving his mouth lower and covering my neck in kisses. It felt so good that my eyes rolled back into my head and I ran my hand through Will’s hair, tangling and tugging at his scalp. I wanted more – my body was pulsing and buzzing with excited electricity – and Will’s kisses were setting me on fire. As he nudged my thighs apart and crawled between my legs, he put his free hand back inside my panties and started rubbing my clit, picking up where I had left off.

  “Those fucking pictures,” Will groaned. “You nearly made me come in my pants, baby girl,” he added, and I flushed hotly. “I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”

  I bit my lip and moaned as his fingers rubbed my clit and slid inside of my waiting pussy. I was so wet, so warm, so eager for him that I spread my legs and ground against his touch, rubbed my clit on his thumb like a total slut. Will grinned down at me getting myself off on him, and he pulled his hand away when I sensed a massive orgasm approaching.

  “Not just yet,” Will said archly. He smirked at me and took off his coat. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry as I watched him take off his shirt, then his pants, then his boxers. When his cock popped free, I almost gasped. He was so gorgeous, too sexy to be real, and he was right here.

  In my bed.

  “I want you,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  Will raised an eyebrow at me. “Please, what?”

  I bit my lip and squirmed on the bed. “Please, Sir,” I said softly. “I want you.”

  “Hmmm,” Will said, cocking his head to the side and pretending to think. “I don’t think I’m quite convinced, miss. I think you need to show me just how much you need me.”

  When I realized what he wanted me to do, I cried out in protest.

  “Touch yourself for me, baby girl,” Will ordered. “If you don’t do it, I’ll leave. You’ll be all alone – so horny, so wet, wanting my cock so much and knowing you won’t ever have it again.”

  I blushed harder than I ever had in my entire life. The idea of masturbating and sending Will pictures was one thing, but touching myself in front of him? The idea was horrifying embarrassing – what if I made a weird face, or he didn’t think it was sexy after all?

  But after a few seconds, I slid my hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. Instantly, heavenly sensations began building in my body and I closed my eyes. Soon, I was undulating and writhing and using both hands to pleasure myself. Will groaned with obvious lust and yanked my hand free of my panties, then pulled the crotch of my thong to the side and plunged deep inside of me. As soon as I felt his cock burying itself inside of me, I cried out and a powerful orgasm crested and broke over me. This was what I had wanted, what I had needed so badly. Will fucked me harder, slapping my ass and leaning down to suck my stiff nipples, making ecstasy swarm through every cell, every nerve, every vein in my body. I moaned and twisted, arching my back and taking both of his hands in mine, then putting them to my tits and squeezing.

  Will groaned and bucked, digging his hands into my breasts and then moving them down my body to cup my ass, to drive further into me with every thrust. We tumbled and rolled around on the bed, in a private world of just the two of us. It was so intense that tears came to my eyes as a second orgasm hit me like a freight train and I gasped and screamed and yelled Will’s name, filling the silence of my apartment with a hoarse shriek of ultimate pleasure.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” Will growled. “You feel so fucking good!” He was sweating and bucking, groaning and grunting as his own orgasm hit. When I felt his cock gushing cum deep inside of me, I moaned with happiness.

  This wasn’t just sex – there was no way it was just sex. There was an intense, chemical connection between our bodies and a strong, intellectual connection between our minds.

  I wrapped my thighs around Will’s body, holding him deep inside of me. He flopped down on top of me, still breathing hard, and put a sweaty arm around my body.

  “God, I needed that,” Will groaned. “I needed you, Eden.”

  I swallowed and nodded. “I know,” I said softly. “I needed you, too.”

  Will pulled out of me and I gasped – nothing ever felt as good as his cock in my pussy, and every time he pulled out, I felt like crying.

  “I wish you could stay,” I said drowsily, curling up next to him on the bed and covering our naked bodies with a sheet.

  “I know,” Will said. He nuzzled my sweaty neck and then cupped my chin his hands, bringing my face to his for a passionate, slow kiss that left my toes curled up with happiness.

  “Wanna get something to eat?” I asked softly.

  Will tensed. The atmosphere of the bedroom suddenly changed – turned from warm and loving to strange and alien.

  “Eden, you know we can’t do that,” he said slowly.

  I swallowed. “I know,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry.”

  Will didn’t say anything. He rolled out of my bed and started to pull his clothes on. Seeing his gorgeous body covered up once again made me realize that he was already leaving, that our encounter had once again been all too short, all too brief.

  “I’m really sorry,” I said again. “I feel like a total idiot.”

  Will shook his head. “Eden, it’s fine,” he said, but he sounded tired and wan.

  Despite his words, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly stupid. This was the first relationship I’d ever had – was I going to screw it up by not knowing how to do things? By not knowing how to navigate the waters of love with an adult man?

  I’d seen Petra and Evan fumble their relationship before, but that was different. They were both my age, college kids who were still figuring out the waters.

  Professor Will Marks was a real man – how the hell was I ever going to figure him out?

  24

  Wil
l – Saturday

  After my intense, sexy tryst with Eden the previous night, I woke up the next morning with my brain muddled and cloudy. I’d even had to jack off to fall asleep – being with her young, nubile self was enough to make me feel like a kid again, and all I wanted to do was fuck her, get her hot and wet and aroused, drain my balls into her perfect, pink pussy.

  It was a fucking mess, and the semester still had weeks to go.

  That day, I was set to meet on campus with Peter, my TA. But at the last minute, I couldn’t bear the thought of going there, of seeing my office and missing Eden’s sweet curves and warm presence.

  Or worse, of going into the department lounge and finding Gina, who would no doubt ambush me. I groaned to myself – I felt like I was hiding, like I was a coward, but I just didn’t have the fucking mental energy to deal with her. Not when my mind was still so messed up and conflicted.

  When I called Peter, he answered on the first ring.

  “Hey,” he said, sounding distracted. “I hope you’re not mad, I’m running a little late, I was at the grocery store and it took forever, and—”

  “I’m not mad,” I assured him. “But I was wondering if you’d want to meet somewhere other than campus. I had a hellish week,” I added.

  “Thank god,” Peter said. He laughed. “Man, you read my mind.”

  “So, I was thinking—”

  “Have you been to Ravening Rock?” Peter interrupted. “It’s a new brewpub and I’ve heard pretty good things.”

  “Uh, yeah,” I said. “it’s okay, but maybe kind of loud?”

  “It’ll be fine,” Peter said comfortably, and inwardly I groaned. “It’s the middle of the day on a Saturday,” he explained. “They probably don’t even have the post-brunch crowd yet.”

  “Mmn,” I replied. “Okay. That’s fine.”

  “Great,” Peter said. “See you soon.”

  We hung up and I groaned and put my face in my hands. How was it possible that in trying to escape Eden, I’d somehow unwittingly agreed to return to a place where we had hung out and talked for hours?

  And then you kissed her in your car like some kind of lust-crazed animal, I thought, shaking my head and sighing. You can’t even control yourself. And worse, what if she’s there again?

  What if she sees you and comes over to chat?

  What if Peter fucking invites her to sit down?

  My heart was pounding as I drove to Ravening Rock. The night before had ended awkwardly. Eden was clearly getting very comfortable with me – she’d slipped and asked if we could go out for dinner – and I’d had an incredibly hard time of turning her down, even though agreeing to her request would have been the epitome of stupidity.

  It wasn’t just that I missed her warm body and her curves. I missed her mind. I wished that we could be like normal people, normal people who went out on dates and talked over dinners three hours too long and quaffed whole bottles of the house red and then stumbled back to her apartment for a messy, prolonged makeout session that would leave my balls aching.

  God, I knew how to dream, that was for sure.

  When I got to Ravening Rock, I vowed to put Eden out of my mind, at least temporarily, and went inside to meet Peter. My TA was sitting at the bar with a mug of beer in front of him, and he nodded.

  “Thanks for coming here,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to check it out, but I always feel like going to a brewery alone is like, pretentious, right? Or maybe it would just make me a loser,” he joked.

  I smirked. “You’re going to have to work on that self-esteem if you want to make it in academia,” I told him bluntly. “No one senses weakness like another academic.”

  Peter nodded seriously – clearly, he hadn’t understood my joke.

  I ordered a sampler of beer and sat next to him while he went over his plans for the end of the semester – ideas for the freshman seminar exam and ideas for his own paper. I knew that I should have been hooked on his every word, offering feedback, generally being helpful.

  After all, that was what I was paid to do. In years past, I’d loved working with my grad students – they were a breath of fresh air from the often-naïve, dewy-eyed undergrads who all thought they were going to be the next Hemingway, or at least the next Graham Greene.

  But this year, clearly, it had been a mistake to take on a TA when I had no actual interest. Peter continued to talk, aided by the effects of the booze, and I tried my damndest to pay attention. As the hours slipped by and the sun sank lower in the sky, a group of college kids came into Ravening Rock and for a moment, my heart stopped.

  It wasn’t Eden – the hair was all wrong and she was skinnier – but there was a girl with a similar sparkle in her eyes, a similar tendency to bite her lip and flush, and the resemblance was enough to make me remember the sweet scent of Eden’s pussy and for my cock to grow hard.

  Fucking stop it, I ordered myself as I dragged my eyes away from the would-be Eden. Now that I’d had the chance to get a good look, I knew that she didn’t bear anything more than a passing resemblance to the curvy cutie of whom I was growing so fond. Eden had light and laughter and fun in her smile and a bounce in her step. She had a shy smile that drove me mad with lust and tenderness, and I loved how fresh she was, like she’d always be pure, for the rest of her life.

  I glanced over at the other girl, who was now sitting with her friends and laughing harshly. Now that I’d begun thinking about sweet little Eden, was nothing even remotely attractive about the stranger, and I sighed with relief.

  Unfortunately, Peter noticed. He cleared his throat and my head snapped up to look at him.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “Professor, I don’t mean to sound like a jerk,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “But what the hell? You’re never this ... off,” he continued. “If today was bad for you, hey, I get it – we’ll reschedule.”

  “It’s not bad for me,” I said.

  Peter was still giving me a skeptical look, and I suppressed the urge to groan like a teenaged brat.

  “Well, what is it, then?” Peter asked. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve been checking out progressively as the semester has gone on, and I feel like you’re not even listening to anything that I have to say.”

  “I ...” I trailed off, then sighed. “I’m sorry. Really. I am,” I said, trying to ignore the astonished look that had appeared on Peter’s face.

  “Is something going on? Like, is one of your parents sick or something?”

  “I’m not that old,” I informed him. “And no – everything is fine. I’m ... well, I’ve started seeing someone, and I’m wrapped up in her. I know, it’s unprofessional to admit that, but there it is.”

  Peter’s face had gone from incredulous to sly and approving.

  “It’s Gina, I mean Professor Grant, right?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “I’ve seen the two of you walking around campus a lot,” Peter said. He grinned at me. “Man, that’s awesome. She’s smoking hot. If you don’t mind my saying that,” he added hurriedly.

  The weight of the lie was enough to crush me, and I hated myself for nodding.

  But I had to – it wasn’t like I had a choice.

  Somehow, miraculously, I managed to pull my shit together and pay attention for the rest of the meeting with Peter. My head was swimming with confusion and questions. Gina, really? I thought as I stared at my TA. An older woman – that’s what gets you going?

  Objectively, Gina was a very attractive woman. But I’d never been attracted to her – and now I began to wonder if she had been trying to manipulate me the entire time. Clearly, I was going to have to keep a better watch on things and make sure the lie didn’t spread.

  At the end of the meeting, I walked with Peter into the parking lot. The day had been a warm one for the season but the setting sun meant a rapid cooling of temperatures, and Peter shivered.

  “Sorry I was so distracted,” I said. “But I’d really appreciate if you d
idn’t let this get out. It could do a lot of damage to my reputation, not to mention that of Professor Grant.”

  Peter nodded enthusiastically.

  I desperately hoped I could trust him, but it wasn’t like I could sink to my knees and beg him to keep his fucking mouth shut.

  “Yeah, no, of course I won’t say anything,” Peter said. He glanced sidelong at his car.

  “You’re cold,” I told him. “Better head out, no?”

  I should have driven straight home, but being alone was both soothing and excruciating. I didn’t want to be alone – I wanted to be with Eden, but it wasn’t like I could just show up at her apartment.

  In the end, I went to the grocery store and stood for so long in front of the wine display that five different clerks came up to ask me if there was anything in particular that I was looking for.

  And then, just like that, a flash of brown hair and round curves appeared in front of me.

  Eden gave me a shy smile. “Hi, Professor Marks,” she said. “I was just getting some wine.”

  25

  Eden – Saturday

  I couldn’t believe it – I’d gone to the store hoping to see Will there.

  It was like magic. Had I somehow conjured him into existence? I knew it was dumb to even think like that, but the temptation was strong.

  He stared at me, as if he was equally surprised to see me.

  “Um, are you okay?” I asked.

  Will didn’t reply. His color was high and he looked incredibly sexy in a black sweater that somehow only seemed to emphasize his tan.

  “I’m fine,” he said shortly. “What are you doing here?”

  I laughed nervously. “It’s Safeway,” I replied. “It’s a public place. I told you, I’m grabbing some wine. Petra – my roommate – and I are having dinner together.”