“Um, Professor?”
I swallow and blink as I drag my eyes back up to her eyes, those soft, crystal blue eyes that I just get lost in. “Ellie, uh, hi.”
She bites her lip, looking so nervous and innocent and vulnerable. “You, um, you said I could stop by if I ever needed anything?” Her eyes dart quickly around my face before her brow furrows. “I’m so sorry, it’s probably too late.”
Her face goes red and she starts to turn, but I reach out and stop her with a hand on her arm.
Fuck she’s so warm. Her sleeves are pushed up a little over her forearm, and it’s there that my hand rests, skin on skin. And its soft, and flawless, and smooth, and I clench my jaw at the thought of running my hands over every single inch of her body to see how soft everything else is.
I clear my throat and force a smile to my face to cover the raw lust. “No, not at all, Ellie. I told you, I work late.” I wink as I let go of her arm and gesture. “Here, come on in.”
She bites her lip again, a grin teasing the corners of her mouth and her eyes flashing before she nods and steps past me into the mid-sized office lined with bookshelves.
I gesture towards the small love-seat against the wall. “What can I of for you?”
What can I do TO you, I want to growl out loud, picturing my cock sinking into that tight, yielding cunt.
Ellie takes a step towards the love-seat but then stops and turns back quickly, a look like she’s wrestling with something on her face that actually gives me pau
se. She genuinely looks worried and conflicted about something.
“Everything okay?”
She blushes and lets out a small laugh. “Oh, yes; sorry.” She grins at me. “Yeah, everything’s okay. I just wanted to thank you for intervening with Ted the other day.”
“I hope I wasn’t stepping over a line.”
“Oh! No, not at all,” she says quickly.
“Boyfriend?”
She groans a little and rolls her eyes. “No.” She sighs. “Well, maybe we sort of were, but he cheated on me because I wouldn’t-” She stops suddenly and blushes before shaking her head.
“Wouldn’t what?”
Her face is bright pink as she looks up at me shyly. “I- it’s nothing.”
“You sure?” I frown. “I’m all ears if you want to talk.”
“I wouldn’t, um, do things with him.”
I raise an eyebrow, resisting the urge to grin at the deep flush that blooms across her cheeks and the top of her chest, not to mention the sense of glee I get knowing that little shitbag didn’t get a piece of her. “Seriously?” I shake my head. “That guy stepped out on a girl like you?”
Her face falls a little. “Yeah, he’s kind of a jerk.”
“He’s a fucking Goddamn idiot.” I immediately regret how forcefully I say it the second it comes out and by the way her eyebrows shoot up. But then she’s giggling as she grins at me.
“You think so?” Her face perks up even more as she smiles shyly at me, her eyes darting across mine.
“I know so, Ellie.”
She blushes again. “Thanks, Professor Martin.”
I roll my eyes as I lean back against my desk. “Liam works just fine, you know.”
She grins.
“So, uh, anything else I can help you with today?”
I groan inside the second I say it and see her face freeze a little. And I want to kick myself since it sounds like I’m trying to get rid of her. I shake my head quickly. “You, uh, you reading anything good these days?”
Ellie’s face seems to brighten, her shoulders relaxing a little, “No, actually. Any recommendations?”
I laugh. “Plenty. Ever read Hutchins?”
She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Aww, man!” I shake my head. “You’ve gotta read his latest,” I say, pointing to one of the top shelves behind her.
I go to move past her towards the rolling ladder to the side of my office that spans one of the extra-tall bookshelves, but she stops me. “Oh, I can get it!” She says with a bright smile. And before I can stop her, she’s turning and starting to climb the wooden ladder. “Which shelf?”
But I barely hear her, like her voice is coming at me from underwater or something.
Holy shit.
Because now she’s four steps up the ladder right in front of me. And she’s wearing that short little pleated skirt.
…And I can see right up to the tiny patch of lace white pulled tight across the lips of her pussy before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass.
I’m utterly mesmerized, utterly frozen with my eyes hungry and locked on that sweet untouchable prize, like a little peach - barely covered, barely legal, and right in front of my face. My cock roars in my pants, and I’m so mesmerized, in fact, that I don’t even hear her ask a second time.
But it’s when I hear her small gasp and the soft “oh” that my eyes jerk up to her face.
And our eyes lock.
“Fuck,” I swear, suddenly feeling the rush of adrenaline turn to something else as I quickly take a step back. “Shit, Ellie, I’m-” I shake my head as I take a deep breath and look up at her again. “Fuck, honey, I’m so sorry, that was out of li-”
“Do you like what you see, Professor?” Her voice is soft, and so tender sounding, and the combination of the two is insanely hot to my ears and has my cock rising right back up to attention.
“Ellie, I didn’t mean to-”
“I don’t mind,” She says, her face going bright red as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.
I freeze, one hand still on the wooden ladder and the blood roaring in my ear I slowly look back up at her. She’s still standing there, four rungs up and looking coyly and shyly over her shoulder at me.
And I can still see her panties.
“Ellie, maybe you should come down from th-”
“I really don’t mind, Professor,” She says again, her eyes flashing at me as she swallows thickly. “I think it’s only fair.”
I force my eyes up from her panty-clad pussy to her face again, my brow furrowing. “Fair?”
“I-” She blushes furiously. “I saw you,” she says quietly. “The other day here, here in your office.”
Here in my-
OH FUCK.
The flash of movement, the cracked open door, and the empty hallway, the night I’d jerked off in here thinking of her. And suddenly, it’s all clicking as my jaw clenches and my muscles tense. My eyes pierce into hers, and I can see the heat and the same hunger there in hers that I know is writ across mine.
“Ellie, honey-”
“I- I liked what I saw, Professor,” She says softly. Slowly, she starts to turn on the ladder, until she’s facing and looking down at me perched there above me. “Could-” She blushes bright red again, and I can feel the blood pumping my dick rock hard as I watch the way her tits rise and fall with her breath.
“Could I see it again?”
Holy shit.
“Ellie,” I say quietly, barely trusting myself to talk to her with how ready I am to bury every inch of my dick inside of her. “I think you should leave.”
The fuck I do. I don’t, really. Leave? Fuck that. I want her to stay right here, preferable with her legs spreading and my cock buried balls-deep in that tight little eighteen year old pussy. But I also have a job to think about. I have rules and consequences of breaking them to think about.
“I won’t tell anyone, Professor Martin,” she says softly, and she says it so innocently and sweetly that I literally groan out loud at how hard my cock gets when she’s says it.
“It can be our little secret,” she says with a hushed voice.
It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if hearing sweet little Ellie Thompson say shit like that doesn’t have me ready to tear those panties right off her and bury my tongue in her slit.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I growl, letting my eyes roam freely over her nubile young body.
“Do you want a better look, Professor?” She says, grinning shyly as she bites her lip. And before I can say or do anything, she slowly starts to pull up on her skirt. I groan as more and more of her creamy thighs are revealed. And when she pulls it higher still and the lacy white of her panties pulled right across her pussy comes into view, I growl.
She’s wet, and I can see it plainly there between her legs. Her panties are wet across her pussy, making them mold to every soft contour of her forbidden place.
“Is this what you were trying to see earlier in the lecture, Professor?” She says with a little grin across her lips.