by Jenna Rose
But then our eyes met, and a shiver quaked through me that was unmistakable. There was that same chiseled jaw. That same designer stubble. The same fierce gaze that had hypnotized me last night. And when I felt my heart flutter and a different kind of wetness between my legs, I knew.
It was him.
My gorgeous stranger from last night…was my fucking teacher.
Chapter Three
Caleb
My body went tight. My blood was roaring. I stepped quickly behind the lecture desk to hide the bulge that grew instantly beneath my pants.
Holy shit, it’s her!
For some reason, she’d taken her seat in the least conspicuous corner of the classroom, but that hadn’t stopped me from spotting her instantly. Those same eyes from last night. The same mouth-watering curves that set my heart on fire. I could practically feel the cum forming in my balls as I stared at her like a lion stares at a gazelle.
I craved her. I had to have her. I’d watched her slip away from me once and I was not going to let that happen again. But what was I supposed to do? I’d just walked into my first lecture of the year and had the whole hour already planned out.
How had she done this to me? No girl had ever had this kind of power over me. I could already feel a few cute glances from a handful of the freshman girls, but they didn’t even register. The only thing I could see right now was her.
I was fucking hypnotized. She’d taken hold of me and there was nothing I could do about it. There was no fighting it. I only had one option: take her, claim her, and bind her to me forever.
“Everyone’s got their books?” I asked, realizing I’d been standing there silently for too long. “I am Professor Grey, and I appreciate you all braving the storm to come and be here with me, but, uh…”
Don’t do it. Remain professional!
I leaned forward and tilted my hips back, giving my dick a bit more room as it grew beneath my pants. How was I supposed to teach like this? Normally, I was a pretty kinetic teacher who liked to move around, walk up to the front row, use the whole enormous whiteboard—but with a fat fucking hard-on, none of that was possible.
This girl was seriously hampering my ability to do my job.
Power through, Caleb. You can do this.
I looked back at her and our eyes met again, and it was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart. Slowly, I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm. But I was like a starving man who’d just laid eyes on the world’s juiciest steak with a slice of cake and a bowl of ice cream beside it.
…and I knew, that like that starving man, I couldn’t resist.
“But I’m going to take it easy on you all today,” I announced, tearing my eyes from hers so I could address the class. “And just say this—make sure you stay up to date on the bulletin board online, read the class rules in the syllabus, go through the first chapter and be ready to discuss it on Wednesday. Class dismissed!”
The students cheered like I’d just told them I was covering all their student loans. Dudes high-fived and girls gawked at each other as they all got their things together and started to filter out.
I wanted to call out to her, but I didn’t even know her name! As she stood up, her wet hair draped in front of her face like a siren calling out to me, there was no stopping it—I went for it.
“Miss?” I called out, motioning towards her. She looked up. “Miss, can I speak with you for a moment, please?”
She looked confused, as did the girls around her, but they’d get over it. They were just happy to be getting out of class. My beautiful little goddess stared back at me, those innocent eyes boring holes right into me, and pointed to herself.
“M—me?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “You.”
My cock grew three sizes as she made her way down the steps towards me, her luscious hips swaying with each step, her figure pulsing with feminine beauty. The wet had soaked her tight yoga pants, and I could see the perfect outline of her little puffy pussy and groaned as I thought about sliding my tongue into that sweet little peach.
She was trembling as she approached the desk. I waited until the last of the students exited the lecture hall before I spoke.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Lizbeth,” she said, her voice trembling. “Lizbeth Brady.”
“Lizbeth Brady,” I replied. I took another breath and fought the urge to put my hands on her.
No. Not here. Be professional.
“Lizbeth, I am Caleb Grey, your anatomy professor.”
“Oh, God…” she whimpered. “This is so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not,” I replied. I stepped closer to her and lifted her chin to mine. The feeling of her soft skin against my finger was heaven. “It’s so right.”
“I—I need to drop the class.”
“No, you don’t,” I said firmly. “That’s the last thing you need to do right now.”
“But we—” her voice faltered. “What we did!”
“Was absolutely incredible,” I told her. “The only problem is we didn’t get a chance to finish it.”
Her eyes went wide as she looked at me, and I felt that same pull that I’d felt before, her succulent body and charm tugging at me with a force impossible to resist. Her cheeks were flushed red and her lips were wet and inviting, like a plump wet cunt inviting my cock to plunge itself inside.
I wanted her. I needed her. I thought I’d lost her and then she walked right into my classroom and now there was no getting away.
“Last night…” she whispered. “I—I never do things like that.”
“I know, princess.”
“Never,” she repeated. “I never kiss guys like that. I’ve never even…”
“Never even what, princess?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. I just—I really think it would be best if I dropped the class. I’m sorry, Professor Grey, but I have to go.”
Not fucking likely!
Lizbeth turned away, but I snatched her firmly by the wrist and pulled her back to me. She gasped as our bodies touched, and even though her clothes were drenched by the rain, her body was burning hot beneath.
Just like last night…
My cock pulsed with lust as her body quivered against mine. I could feel her full, firm breasts against my hard chest. Again, I spread her legs open with one of mine and pulled her down onto it, like a gymnast on the balance beam. She couldn’t hide the moan that escaped her lips as I pressed my hard cock against her pussy mound.
Her back arched and she pressed her body against mine. Her mouth might have been saying no, but her body was telling a completely different story. I knew that if she wasn’t already wet with rain, I would feel the wetness forming between her thighs, dripping from that little slit that I was desperate to see.
“Professor—”
“Shhh,” I whispered. Then I kissed her.
My fucking world rocked again.
I had to brace myself with one hand against my desk as we embraced and I felt her plump lips against mine. They opened eagerly for my tongue. I slid inside just like I was going to slide my cock into her tight little pussy and claim her as mine. I reached around and cupped her ass. It was just as firm as last night, but this time I couldn’t resist. I slid my hand down the back of her pants and felt the soft skin there.
Fuck. She’s not wearing any panties!
“Mr. Grey,” she stammered, breaking our embrace. “I—I shouldn’t. I’m here on a scholarship and if I do something to have that taken away from me—”
“A scholarship, eh?” I replied with a smile. “Well, princess, you know what you have to do to keep a scholarship, don’t you?”
Those innocent eyes stared back at me, but behind them was a hint of fierce desire.
“Work for it.”
Chapter Four
Lizbeth
“Work for it.”
I shivered again, but it had nothing to do with the cold. Every inch of my body was
tingling, craving his touch, crying out for me to submit to his each and every whim and desire.
But it was wrong…
I knew that. He was my professor and I was his student, and countless college scandals had broken from relationships like this.
Relationships? Was my mind really already going there?
But as I melted beneath his touch, on fire for him, pulsing with desire as he cupped my bare ass with his strong hand and pulled me down against him, forcing me to grind against the enormous bulge in his pant leg…
It was wrong. He was my professor, an older man with power and authority over me. I knew it was wrong. But I didn’t care.
In fact, I loved it.
“W-work for it?” I whispered as his fingers walked their way down to the cleft of my ass and began to move in towards…
“That’s right,” he replied. “Like you said, I’m your professor, and if you want to keep that scholarship of yours, you’re going to be a good little student for me and work for it.”
I swallowed nervously and stared up into his powerful eyes. I was completely under his control, held in place not only by his incredible grip but by his stare. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life. Compared to every other guy I’d ever met—he was leagues above them. In fact, he was in a league of his own.
“Come,” he told me. “You were late to class today and now you’re being called to the teacher’s office.”
I let out a moan as he took me by the wrist and began to walk me towards the side door of the lecture hall. His grip was like a handcuff, forcing me to submit to him. Follow without questioning—that’s what that grip was telling me. Before I knew it, we were through the door and he was closing a second door behind me. And then, we were alone.
Alone in my anatomy professor’s office.
“You’re all wet,” he told me. I gasped before realizing he was referring to my clothes. Or was he? He growled like an animal as he reached past me and locked the door behind me. His dominance terrified me…
…and I liked it.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked. “Good grades. Never been in trouble?”
“Yes…”
How did he know?
“You’re innocent. Really innocent, aren’t you?”
Was it possible that he knew somehow? It seemed impossible. How could he know that I was a virgin? Was I giving off some kind of invisible signal? Did we give off some kind of pheromone that men could detect? I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He smiled knowingly and ran his fingers down the small of my back.
“You know what I’ve been wondering since last night?” he asked me. I could barely speak.
“W—what?”
“What that pretty little pussy you’re hiding under there looks like.”
Fuck!
His words threw me head over heels and before I knew it, Professor Grey was on his knees in front of me, slowly peeling down the waistband of my yoga pants.
“Cal—Professor Grey,” I stammered.
“Shhh. Be a good student. You want to keep that scholarship, don’t you?”
A moan slid across my lips as he exposed me to him—my little wet pussy just inches from his beautiful face. It was electric. I didn’t know what to do with myself as he fixed his eyes on my moist mound, my little pink slit. My heart was racing with anticipation of what he would say or do, but his reaction was not what I expected.
“You shave,” he growled. He was angry.
“I—I wax, actually.”
His eyes snapped up to mine. “Why?”
His words were fierce and his eyes were strong. I trembled at the power he held over me.
“I—I don’t know—”
“Who are you waxing for?” he demanded.
“Nobody!” I blurted out.
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I’m not lying!” I stammered, feeling suddenly under attack. “I’m not seeing anybody!”
“You don’t have a boyfriend?”
“No! I—I’ve never even…”
My voice trailed off. I couldn’t admit it to him. He was a man, not a recent high school graduate. And with his good looks, he must have had countless women. What would he want with an inexperienced virgin like me?
“You’ve never even what?” he growled. I could only stare back at him, half-naked and trembling. “Finish that sentence.”
“I’ve never even had sex!”
The words were torn from my lips by his gaze and the raw power behind his voice. I was helpless against him. But again, his reaction surprised me. His eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into a wanting smile that caused a heat to spread across my body. He wasn’t turned off by my virginity—he was turned on.
“You really are a little princess, and I love your puffy little pussy. Looks just like a ripe peach, and I bet it tastes just as sweet,” he whispered. I felt his warm breath against my pussy lips, teasing me, making me wonder what his tongue would feel like there. My body was crying out for him, and my wetness was dripping out of my little hole and running down my thighs.
“Now I’m going to do my duty as your professor,” he smiled. “And teach you something. You know I teach anatomy, right?”
A shudder ran through my body causing my legs to shake as my eyes rolled back in my head. I almost fell and had to brace myself on his desk—my professor’s desk. His tongue pressed wide against my entire pussy and his lips closed around my entire puffy little mound. I’d always been self-conscious, wishing I had just a tiny little slit because I thought that’s what guys liked, but Caleb, Professor Grey, loved what I had.
He licked upwards, probing inside of me, spreading me with his tongue. He groaned as he tasted me, and kept moving up until he found my clit, sending pleasure flooding through me. My hands tightened on the desk as my hips began to rock against his mouth and my back arched like I was doing a yoga pose.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Your body’s working perfectly…”
I moaned again as my body grew hotter as he pleasured me. He snatched my ass with both of his hands, pulling me tighter against his strong, wide tongue that rolled over my clit. My stomach convulsed as the sensations shocked me and when I looked down to see his beautiful eyes staring up at me, I almost lost it.
He’s claiming me.
His hands spread my ass apart, which in turn opened my pussy to him. I gasped as he slid his tongue inside, teasing me with feelings of what was to come. More. No one had ever even seen my pussy before, let alone touched it, let alone slid his tongue inside of it. He groaned, loving what he was doing, which turned me on even more.
And then…somewhere deep inside of me…I felt it. That little pearl of pleasure that was growing and growing and would soon explode if he kept up what he was doing.
“P—professor,” I muttered, my voice a trembling whisper.
“Mmmmm,” he groaned back, not moving his mouth from my pussy.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
That little pearl inside me grew, expanded, flared like a white-hot heat, a star about to go supernova. I was dripping my juices all over him. My lips, my thighs, his face—they were all wet, and as he moved his tongue from my hole to my clit and pressed down, I went over the edge.
“Yes!” I gasped, clamping a hand over my mouth to try and muffle my moan as the typhoon swept over me, sending me reeling. I fell back onto the desk, but Professor Grey moved with me, holding his tongue down hard while I came. My legs shook uncontrollably and clamped down on his head. I thought I might be hurting him, but he moaned into me like he was loving every second of it.
“Oh…Professor Grey…” I groaned when I was finally able to speak and started to come down from space where I’d been shot by the rocket of my orgasm. “Oh my God…”
“Mmmm,” he whispered as he finally pulled back from my pussy. He kissed my inner thigh, causing me to shake. I giggled and let out a moan of pure satisfaction.
My professor just ate me o
ut!
“Very good,” he said with approval. “I think you may be a good student yet. But you still have much to learn.”
I know I should have felt guilty for what I’d just done, but I didn’t. I should have felt like that girl—the one who fucks her professor for good grades or a fling she can talk about later—but that wasn’t it at all. There was more to it.
It was like two planetary bodies being pulled together by gravity. I’d felt it back at the bar and I felt it even more now. It wasn’t just the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous (of course, that didn’t hurt), or that he was my professor (and that didn’t hurt either), it was something else—something deeper, elusive, inexplicable, and that was the reason I was so comfortable giving myself to him.
He got to his feet in front of me as I still shook slightly atop his desk, post-orgasmic waves rolling through me. My eyes were closed, my breasts heaving as I gulped deep breaths of air, but when I heard him unzip his pants, I propped myself up quickly to look.
His dick was so big it seemed impossible, and he held it like it was heavy and needed his support. A thick vein ran from the base of his chiseled abs all the way up his thick shaft to the swollen top at the end which was dripping with a long strand of precum that had my mouth watering and my body crying out for him.
My pussy felt open and ready.
I was ready to give myself to him, and not just for some stupid reason like not wanting to go to college a virgin, but because I really wanted to.
No—that wasn’t right. I needed to…
He took a step towards me, snatched my sweatshirt and shirt and with one quick pull, exposed my breasts to him. He growled and, with my yoga pants still at my ankles, pushed my legs back over my shoulders and pulled my butt right up to the edge of his desk. Both of my holes were presented to him now. There was no hiding anymore.
Not that I would ever hide from him…Not anymore.
Take me…
“Now, time for your first exam,” he growled as he pressed his cock against my pussy lips. I braced myself, wondering if it would hurt when he penetrated me, but suddenly his phone rang. It was so loud it actually startled us both.
