Page 9 of Classroom Confessions

“I won’t break.” Fuck this. I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, driving his cock home. Stars erupted behind my eyes.

He tried to stop, to withdraw. “Rebecca.” He trembled. This man, one so full of strength and power, shook in my embrace. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

I locked my legs around him and held on. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.” I rolled my hips, and a shudder racked his spine. “Now give me what we both need.”

He kissed the top of my breast, then moved to my lips. His cock swelled within me, and when he moved, every part of my body came alive. Nothing else mattered except the release building deep within us both. He pistoned his hips in small thrusts at first, then drove harder, deeper, giving me everything I’d asked for and more. When he retreated to the head of his cock, then gave me all of it in one deep plunge, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He did it again, and I screamed his name. The third time, I completely fell apart in his arms. Pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known before tore through my body. I was everywhere, and nowhere. His thrusts quickened, his lips urgent on mine for one last kiss before he arched his back and buried his dick to the hilt with a roar. His face twisted with pleasure, the hard lines and firm jaw locked in ecstasy so tangible it gave me fierce satisfaction. Hot cum filled me, his cock rippling so hard every movement tingled in my pussy.

I’d never had sex like that before. I wanted him again, even as I knew it would likely never happen. Hey, a girl can dream.

Our ragged breaths mingled together in a cacophony of exhaustion. He held his weight off me and traced the curve of my jaw with his knuckle.

Fitz barked, the sharp, frantic bark that usually meant he’d found something outside.

David grinned, the movement taking years off his face. He withdrew and rolled off me. “Are you okay?”

I wiggled my arms and legs, then stretched my toes. “Never better. In fact, I’d never leave this bed if I didn’t have to.” I yawned while moving to the edge of the bed. “But I’d better feed Fitz.”

Was I supposed to ask him to stay the night? I reached for my dress, picking up his pants at the same time. “Would you like to stay?” His wallet fell out of his pocket, hit the floor, and bounced open. My breath froze in my lungs when I spotted the university professor ID staring up at me.

Holy shit. David was a professor at my college. I’d just fucked a professor. Not one of mine, but still. Weren’t there rules about that too?

5

DAVID

Rebecca stared down at my wallet, the glow of good sex fading to a pasty gray. Her lips trembled as she bent to pick up the wallet. She held it out to me. “You’re a professor?”

“Yes.” I took the wallet and my pants. So much for staying the night. One look at that ID and my chances of a round two with Rebecca vanished. “Is that a problem?” No fucking shit, Sherlock. But why?

She clutched her dress to her chest and slid her feet back and forth across the carpet. I’d barely taken the time to look around, and I didn’t bother now. Other than the delightfully comfortable bed where we’d fucked, I couldn’t look away from Rebecca. “I’m a student.” Her voice came out a whisper of sound no louder than her shuffling feet. She finally raised her head and met my gaze, her own wide and insecure. “What do you teach?”

“History.” I answered without thinking, certain this was some joke. “Did you say you’re a student?” My body moved on instinct, pulling on clothes and gathering up my shoes.

Rebecca nodded. Fitz barked and scratched at the bedroom door, his little claws scratching a furious rhythm. My throat turned dry, even as I considered my options. She wasn’t one of my students. Not unless she was in the class Professor Weatherly oversaw for me until my return tomorrow. I’d been on leave to help my mother and returned a few days ago. I had to know. “Do you have a class with Professor Weatherly?”

Another nod.

Fuck me in the ass and call me a popsicle. My mother’s favorite curse burst through my head. It never occurred to me to ask if she was a student. I just assumed. Damn me. That’s what happened when I assumed anything.

“You have to go.” She stood, dress still clutched to her chest. “You have to go right now.”

“I will. But before I go, are you sure you’re okay? I don’t like leaving you alone.” She’d enjoyed sex with me, but I wasn’t your average man, either.

Pink flushed her cheeks, and she winced a little when she walked toward me. “I’m fine. Promise.” The dress barely covered her, and the sight of her tight nipples made my mouth water for another taste.

I wanted to taste every inch of her. If that damned wallet hadn’t fallen, I’d have my face between her thighs right now, eating a delicious dessert of pussy. My cock twitched. There would be no seconds thanks to a single, inconvenient detail. “I’m not sorry I didn’t know.” She needed to understand that I’d wanted her with a kind of desperation I’d never experienced before. “As soon as I saw you in the coffee shop, I wanted to spend time with you.”

“You don’t have to do this, David.” Her lips caressed my name with sweet torture. “I don’t need you to make me feel better.”

Maybe not. I felt miserable enough for both of us. Helping her helped me, and the best thing I could do now was leave before we both recovered and potentially made things worse.

It would be my luck that she was a student. Of all the women in all the world, I had to walk into the coffee shop and find the one woman I should not sleep with. Par for the course in my experience.

I shoved my arms through my shirt sleeves and tugged it over my head. I’d come to California to get away from my terrible history with women.

“I’ll be your professor tomorrow.” I forced the words between us. “Professor Weatherly was covering for me.”

“So, when I see you tomorrow in class, I’m supposed to act like I don’t know you.” Her lips did that thing where they went completely flat and bloodless.

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