Page 21 of Hot Professor (Tainted Professors)

“Please,”she whispers shakily, sounding almost as distraught as she did when she begged me to be her first.

Without warning, I plunge two fingers deep inside of her, filling her up slowly as I continue to work my magic on her clit. Steadily pumping them in and out, curling them to stroke her G-spot.

She cries out even louder this time, her body tight with anticipation. Her inner walls squeeze around my fingers, telling me how much she enjoys and needs this.

“Harrison, I'm…”

She doesn't get the chance to finish her sentence because she's caught in the throes of her orgasm, her body shaking violently against mine as I hold onto her, determined to see her through it.

“Beautiful,”I murmur in the aftermath. Using my lip and fingers, I trace soothing paths up and down her trembling legs. I explore every inch of her thoroughly until I've got myself so worked up that a simple thrust into the sheets and I'd probably come.

Ivy reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around my arms and pulling me into the cradle of her legs.

“Are you sure?”My voice is rough with desire. I want her again so desperately, but I don't want to overwhelm her or cause her any discomfort.

“More than anything.”Her eyes search mine, so determined and sure of what she wants.

I reach into the drawer for another condom and waste no time covering myself. With great care, I guide myself to her opening, and slowly push inside, my muscles straining, trembling with tension as I watch her stretch around me, sucking me deep. With each inch, she puffs out air, her expression shifting from a short twinge of pain to utter rapture. Before, I encountered resistance, but this time, there's just warm, tight, wet acceptance.

“Look at me,” I command softly.

She lifts her eyes to meet mine and I rock back and forth, pulling almost all the way out, plunging back in again, andsetting a slow and steady rhythm that unhurriedly builds until we're sweating, panting, and teetering on the edge of something monumental.

“Harrison!”Then, the dam breaks for both of us as pleasure cascades over our bodies in waves that leave us both breathless and clinging to each other.

As aftershocks ripple through me, I wonder how I'm supposed to let her go. Because, of course, she'll leave. She's young. She has plans. She came to New York for the experience. And I'm the start of her adventure.

There's a sudden pounding at the door that jolts us apart. The real world crashing back in, cruel in its timing. Annoyed at the interruption, I roll off of Ivy, rip the condom off, and grab my pants from the floor. “Stay here. I'll find out who it is. It has to be one of my neighbors because nobody else can get on this floor.”I make a quick trip into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and slip on my pants.

When I emerge, I see that Ivy has ignored me. She's busy pulling her dress over her head, covering her gorgeous body, but not before I spot the redness that marks her stomach, her breasts, and between her legs, where I rubbed my beard and gave her love bites. Bitter disappointment slams into me. I hate that she's covered up the signs of our lovemaking.

The pounding starts again.

“Damn it,”I mutter under my breath. Irritated, I give her one last glance and then storm from my room. Unlocking my door, I yank it open. “Somebody better be seriously injured.”

Leaning against my doorframe, looking like he's seen better days is a man I don't know but suspect he's my new neighbor. I don't even know his name yet, but I saw the movers earlier in the week. The guy is big and bulky, and he's clearly had his nose broken in the recent past, given the crooked shape, bruising, and black eyes.

“Hey, man, you gotta help me out.”He slurs, obviously drunk and smelling like a brewery. “I got locked out.”

“Did you check with the doorman?”

“Doorman?”He blinks like an owl, his jaw slack, his eyes glazed.

“Yeah, the guy downstairs at the desk? He can let you into your apartment.”

“Oh. Okay. Can I stay here until he comes?”

Not likely. I don't know him from Adam, and I have Ivy inside. “How about I call him for you?”

“Sure, thanks, man.”He twists away from the doorframe and stumbles. I automatically stretch my hand out to steady him, but he sidesteps, missing the help. “Whoa.”He takes another step, then places his back against the wall, and slides down until his ass hits the floor with a hard thud. “I'll wait right here.”

“Okay, then.”Leaving my door open to keep an eye on him, I reach over to the intercom and press the button for the lobby.”

“Mr. Ashe, sir, how can I help you.”

“Hi, Giles. I think my new neighbor needs some assistance getting into his apartment. Can you bring up a spare key?”

“Of course, sir. I'll be right up.”

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