“Oh, he’s just…”
Off limits? Wrong? My professor? A famous writer? Twice my age?
I don’t answer and Ally just roles her yes. “Fine, have your secrets, weirdo. Hey, at least you finally got laid.”
And I can’t wait to do it again.
It’s a wicked thought, but I know right then that I want more. I need more, no matter the consequences.
“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.” Ally grins. “You finally joined the club and punched that card.”
Except I know tis not going to be a one time thing. And I know how cliche it is to even think that, as the naive, inexperienced girl who’s just lost it to the way older, way more worldly guy. But I know its not. I might be inexperienced, and new to this, but I know the look in Liam’s eyes. I know the way he looked at me, and I know I need him again.
Ally gets up from her bed. “Anyways, I’m going out tonight, want to come with?”
“Nah, thanks but I’m good.”
“Well, baby steps. We’ll get you to a party yet, Ellie Thompson.”
She goes to her closet and starts to change to go out for the night, and suddenly, I know exactly what I want that night. I know exactly where I’m going as I slip a tiny skirt on after she leaves, pulling on a skin-tight tank top that’s positively scandalous to wear anywhere but in my own bed.
And I know exactly what I want to do as I skip across the darkening campus towards the english building. It’s mostly dark, but there’s an office light on up on the third floor, and I grin as I feel the hungry tingle start to spread through my body.
Time for some more tutoring.
Liam~
It’s late by the time I pry myself away from the blank screen on my office computer and start to lock up. Fuck does writer’s block suck. It’s been like this for almost a year now: nothing, just blank pages. I slam the laptop shut and start to get my things together. Of course, I might not be able to think of anything to write, but there’s one thing I can’t get the hell of my brain even if I tried.
Ellie.
We don’t have class again until tomorrow, and it’s been a full day since she lay strewn across my desk writhing on my cock. A full day of basically getting fuck-all done work-wise, and grading none of the papers I needed to get graded. I mean how could I? Especially in that office and on that desk.
I like my desk WAY more with her tight little ass perched on it and her moans drifting over my ears than I do a stack of papers on Jane Eyre.
So yeah, little untouchable, tempting, delicious Ellie Thompson is on my brain, bad. I’m still dreaming about that pussy, and the way she moaned, and the way her eyes locked onto mine when she came.
I crossed a line. Jesus Christ did I. I mean I fucked a student for crying out loud. What a fucking cliche.
Yeah, its going to be an even bigger one when she reports your ass, I grumble to myself. It’s going to be a real big cliche when they run me out of here on a rail.
The hallway is almost pitch dark as I pull my office door shut, lit only by lamp-posts out on the quad coming through the windows as I lock the door.
How much longer is the semester? Three months? Fuck. That’s a long time. A long time to sit there three days a week staring at Ellie-temping-Thompson front and center. Three days a week staring at those tits, and the those legs, and knowing exactly what lies between them. Knowing how she tastes, and how her lips part and what her moans sounds like when I drive my cock in deep.
Fuck. Maybe I can cancel the class? Leave off teaching here completely and head back to New York?
“Professor?”
I can feel my cock twitch before I even turn to see her standing there quietly in the dim light of the hallway. She’s dressed in this short skirt and this tank top that’s just- wow, and her hair is in fucking pigtails.
Jesus Christ.
And right then, I know none of that shit is happening. Dropping the class? Leaving her?
Fuck no. Because I want more; I need more, like some sort of drug.
I’m hard instantly, and my eyes dart up to her eye. “Ellie-”
“I’m here for more help, Professor,” she says is this soft, girlish voice that has me groaning and clenching my jaw as my cock just throbbing in my pants. And she’s calling me professor, and it’s like my kryptonite or something. “Professor” sounds so fucking dirty and scandalous, and with that little pleated skirt, and those mouth watering tits falling out of her tank top, and those damn pigtails, she’s like the schoolgirl fantasy come to life.
She’s my schoolgirl.
Because that pussy is mine. I’ve had a taste, and now I want nothing else. I want to consume her and take her all for my own. She might be young, and innocent, and wholly inappropriate, but fuck it, I’m going to posses her. I’m going to show her everything.
“More help, huh?” I growl as I move towards her in the dark of the hallway.
“Mmhmm…” she nods, biting her lip and looking unbelievably sexy in the way she looks both scared and excited at the same time. “I’ve forgotten our last lesson, and I think I need to go over it again.” She blushes, like she’s trying to play it coy and be the naughty girl here, even as innocent and sweet as she is.
I take a step right towards her, dropping my bag to the floor. “I’ll bet you do,” I growl, and then she’s moaning as bruise my lips to hers.
She gasps into my mouth as she flings her arms around me. I yank her tight against me and spin us around, pressing her back against the wall of the hallway next to my office door. I can feel her pressing and undulating her tight young body against me. Her tongue is inexperienced, but eager, as she slips it against mine. My hands slide down her arms and over her body, squeezing her soft tits through her skin-tight tank top and feeling her nipples harden to tempting little buds under the material. I let my fingertips roll over them, pinching them and bringing a cry to her lips as I bring another hand up to hold her chin as I claim her mouth.
Ellie is moaning as I push my hand under her tank top, my hand cupping those big tits and teasing over her nipples. She drops her hand to my pants, stroking the thick bulge there and making me growl into her mouth. I let my lips slide down her cheek, and over her neck to her earlobe. She whimpers in this high, girlish voice as I suck the lobe between my teeth and start to push her shirt up over those full globes.
My mouth drops lower, running over the bunched fabric of her tank-top and then over the hot, soft skin of her breasts. I close my lips around one hard little nipple and suck as I bat it with my tongue, an she moans as my hand slides down over her panties, pushing them aside and slipping a finger easily inside.
“Oh, Professor,” She whimpers, her small hand jerking me faster through my pants. “We- we could get caught out here!”
“You want me to stop?” I growl in her skin, sinking a second finger knuckles-deep inside of her as my thumb rolls around her clit.
“No!” She gasps out, her hips rocking towards me. Her hand suddenly freezes on my cock as her other one grips my forearm tightly. “Because I’m going to come!”
Ellie’s whole body seizes up, and then she’s biting my shoulder as her orgasm tears through her right there in the hallway of the english department. She’s clinging to me as her tight little teen pussy clenches around my fingers, while my lips leave marks across those full young tits.
Slowly, her grip on me loosens as she lets out this contented sigh. I grin as I manage to pull myself away from her tits, but all of a sudden, she’s flipping us around and dropping to her knees in front of me.