Page 19 of Hot Professor (Tainted Professors)

“I didn’t date much growing up. Not at all really. My parents didn’t let me. I was very sheltered.”

Still nothing.

“I know about that woman from last year. I have no plans to write a blog post about what happens here tonight, in case you thought I might.”

His jaw clenches now. I can see the tic now. But his eyes are still soft.

“I’m not trying to trap you or anything.”

“She lied to me. Had I known who she was, that night never would have happened.”

Is he telling me now, after what we’ve already shared, that because she was a student, he wouldn’t have slept with her? “Would you like me to leave?”

He stares at me, hardly blinking and the silence becomes deafening as the frenzied hunger that drove us both only moments before slowly drains from the room.

“I’ll leave.”I try to roll away from him, thinking I need to escape before the tears come.But he stops me with a gentle hand on my thigh, his thumb circling in a soothing motion on my skin.

“Ivy. She wasn’t you. I know we shouldn’t be doing this. School policies, our age difference—there’s a lot at stake, for both of us. All I know is,youare special to me. It doesn’t make sense, but regardless of the consequences, I want… I never expected you to be… I’m not sure what to say here. You don’t have to be scared, though. We can stop right?—”

“No!”I practically scream the word, startling him. “No, I don’t want to stop. I came here tonight knowing this could happen. I want it to happen. With you, Harrison. I want it to be with you. Please.” I don’t want to worry about what comes after. I only care about right now.

A series of expressions flash over his face and through his eyes, but I can’t tell them apart quick enough. Finally, he sighs, and he smiles tenderly. “Thank you for trusting me with this, Ivy. I promise you, I’ll try not to hurt you, but I can’t promise it will be pain free. I can only promise it will get better.”He leans over and thumbs away a tear rolling down my cheek.

“I’m not scared,”I whisper, sniffling slightly. “I’m... nervous.”

He leans down and presses his forehead against mine. His warm breath washes over my face when he speaks making tiny goosebumps rise up my arms. “I understand. And you don’t need to be nervous with me. I’ll take it slow and wait until you’re ready.”

“But I’m ready now.”

He chuckles. “Not quite, but you will be.”

With that, he retakes his position, but instead of trying to push inside of me, he reaches to my nipples and traces small circles around them with the pad of his finger, causing them to tighten again. Then he plucks at them gently. While he teases my breast with one hand, he slips a finger of the other inside me and starts pumping it slowing in and out, getting me worked up once more. It doesn’t take long before my chest is rising and falling in short pants, and my hips are lifting to meet his finger halfway.

Soon, his finger is gone, and he’s nudging against my opening again. This time he slowly pushes his hips forward, sliding his thick cock into my tight entrance, his eyes searching my face, watching intently for any signal to stop.

I gasp as he stretches me wider than before. It’s a moment mixed with pleasure and pain as he fills me up gradually, inch by excruciatingly wonderful inch. I clutch at his shoulders, biting my lip to stifle any noise that might escape my throat, scared that he’ll stop if I give any indication of discomfort.

He sinks deeper inside me, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. The moment our bodies meet, and he’s fully seated inside me, he stops and takes my mouth in a fierce possessive kiss while he hovers over me, his arms trembling as they hold his weight.

The feeling of being claimed excites me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips, crossing my ankles.

He starts moving slowly at first, rocking gently back and forth, giving me time to get comfortable with his body, the fullness, the raging emotions.

The room feels hot now. The stubble on his jaw tickles as he occasionally runs it along my cheekbone. When he picks up the pace, I dig my nails into his shoulders and the feeling inside me shifts from one of discomfort tinged with pain to something entirely different.

Harrison must be able to discern the change because he starts pumping his hips harder, driving into me with a force that feels so good it surprises me. His skin ripples under my fingertips, and I can feel his heart thundering like mine. He lowers his head and captures one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking softly while he thrusts faster.

My body arches involuntarily, meeting him stroke for stroke as he plunges deeper and deeper inside me. The sensation is intense yet exquisite as if our bodies alone were made for this.

The sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room, mingling with our heavy breaths and Harrison’s low grunts of pleasure. The sheets beneath us rustle and twist caught up in the fervor of our lovemaking. His scent wraps around me, and I want to stay like this forever. I can feel my body squeezing him,grabbing and pulling him in. He hits a nerve on every stroke that sends shockwaves throughout my body. It feels so damn good that I wonder why I waited so long to do this. But deep down, I know. I waited for him specifically. It wouldn’t have been the same with anybody els+e.

Our moans echo around the room. His lips find a sensitive spot on my neck, and he sucks lightly. My hands wander over his back, tracing every ridge and muscle as we move together, sweat coating our bodies. The bed creaks beneath us as we rock against each other faster and harder, our passion reaching a crescendo.

Harrison slips one hand between us and brushes his thumb against my clit and it’s like gasoline tossed on a raging fire. I cry out as my orgasm rolls over me, my body shudders, quaking beneath him as pleasure pours through me in waves.

As soon as I come down, he pumps his hips fast and furious until he’s growling my name. His body goes rigid above me before he collapses on a harsh grunt, and I welcome his weight.

“Harrison...”My voice is hoarse. I want to say something, but I don’t have any words.

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