Page 9 of Rolling with my Professors

After memorizing the exact path his fingers traveled up my body, I’m sitting on his desk again, this time with no panties.

My skirt is pushed up against my hips. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them. My very wet sex is exposed to my professor. It doesn’t matter how we define good or naughty in this game. It doesn’t matter if it started with a dare. We’ve crossed a line.

The honk of a car horn outside draws our attentions. The blinds are closed. The pause gives either of us a chance to call it off. His eyes meet mine.

I recognize the question, and tangle my fingers in his hair, giving a little tug. My core aches. One lick, that’s probably all it will take to make me come. Or maybe just a breath.

His wicked smile returns as he kisses my inner thigh. Just when I’m bracing myself for his mouth on my sex, he pauses, licks my wetness, and says, “You’re a very naughty girl, Little One.”

“You’re a very naughty Daddy.” I freeze.

He freezes.

Shit! Did I just ruin this?

“I’m your very naughty Daddy.”

I can’t be sure if he actually got his tongue on my clit first or if I just plunged headlong into an orgasm. I don’t care. He licks me through the release, groaning into my sex, gripping my ass as I wiggle against his face.

I’m shook, blinded, drifting. Angels sing. Fireworks are set off. If that wasn’t an out-of-body experience, they don’t exist.

My fingers hurt, I tangled them in his hair so hard. Uncurling them, I use one hand to brace myself, lean back, and catch my breath.

“True,” I say, finding it harder to form the playful word than expected.

“I forgot the question.” He sits back on his heels.

“You’re my Daddy. I want you to teach me how to give you a blowjob.”

He stands, rubs a hand over his tented pants, then pulls me against his body. “Not tonight, Little One. You need to rest after that orgasm. Let me take you home.”

Home… which means outside of this office, which also means real world. My heart sinks at the reality that this could be a one-and-done. “Give me a minute. I’ll be fine to drive myself.”

“Did you forget how to address me?”

What? Big pause. Then enough of the bliss hormones subside that I get it. Hope floods through my veins that we’re far from done. “I’ll be fine to drive myself, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Chapter 5

Sterling

The bubbling of the hot tub is a welcome sound when I get out of the car. A long, hot soak will be the perfect way to wrap up my birthday, and exactly what I need after a long day of flights.

Not having to wait for the water to warm up can be a birthday present from Rutherford. We don’t exchange gifts, and I bumped up my flight home so this will be as good as it gets.

As I round the corner, the back porch is only lit from the interior coming through the glass door, which is sliding open and Rutherford is stepping out—naked with an impressive erection. Damn!

“Guess you didn’t get my text.”

“No… I’ve been… You’re supposed to be at the conference,” Rutherford says loudly as he stops in the doorway, towel in hand. Watching his cock suddenly fall, I realize I’ve clearly killed the mood.

We’ve seen each other naked before so I’m not sure why he looks nervous. Interrupting a masturbation session could cross a line though. But he seems to be blocking me from the doorway.

I raise a hand, ready to shove past him. “I skipped out early since it’s my—”

“What did you say, Daddy?” A woman’s voice that sounds distinctly like Mila’s comes from inside the house.

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