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“I had a professor I wanted to impress,” I said, and then I couldn’t speak any more as he pulled away the sodden material of my underwear and sank two fingers deep inside, the stretch making my hips jerk into his knuckles. His tongue spiraled over my clit, broad circles growing closer, tighter as I tensed, clinging to the bookshelves, my knees going weak, and when he sucked, hard, I was lost, the snap of my orgasm washing over me all at once as his fingers stroked against my inner walls. “Yes,” I gasped, as his tongue softened against me, easing me down. He stood to kiss me, my taste on his lips, and my fingers flew through the buttons of his shirt, pushing it back and down his shoulders, then went to his belt buckle. “Please,” I said, “I want to touch you.”
His forehead dropped against mine, his eyes falling shut as I shoved his boxer briefs down and his cock sprang free. “Fuck, Edie,” he groaned as I stroked him, my hands sure and confident over the silky skin of his shaft.
“Miss Taylor, please, professor,” I smirked, and he huffed out a laugh that turned to a groan as my hand slipped lower to tug at his balls.
“Miss Taylor, then,” he said, and kissed me, his lips moving over mine with the same confidence. “I want you,Miss Taylor.”
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, thinking of the unopened box in my bag–Flora would be happy to know if they ended up coming in handy–but he reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling one out. I smiled.
“You’ve prepared,” I said as I took the packet from him, tearing it open and rolling the condom over his shaft.
“I could hardly show up to class without doing so, could I?” he asked, and then pulled my underwear down to the floor before lifting me up against the bookshelves and burying himself inside me in one fluid motion.
“Ah,” I cried, the sound surprised from my chest by the sudden stretch, the feeling of fullness as he bottomed out, his hips tight against mine.
“You don’t know how good you feel,” he groaned, flexing his hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight, just as tight as I remember.”
I wrapped my ankles around his ass, drawing him even deeper. “Please,” I murmured, and he circled his hips against me, his pubic bone tight against my clit. I was aching again, the need climbing higher again, even after–
“Do you want me to make you come like this, Miss Taylor?” he said into my ear. “I know you can,” he smirked, and I remembered the last time, how I’d come for him again and again, “but do you want it?”
I nodded. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and I tangled one hand in his hair, tugging him toward me for a kiss.
He pulled away. “I want to hear you say it,” he said, eyes on mine, his pupils so wide his eyes looked nearly black.
“I want you to make me come, Professor Martin,” I whispered. The faint smile that had lingered on my lips dropped as I felt his cock twitch inside me.God.“Please, professor,” I added, and was rewarded by a low groan as his hands tightened on my thighs. He shifted my weight, his cock even deeper, and then slid out, then in again, the drag of his thick shaft making me shudder. He picked up his rhythm, and the rest of the room melted away; all that existed was him, and me, my back flat against the bookshelves as he bucked into me, his hands gripping my thighs. I hooked my heels around his ass, pulling him closer, his mouth hot on my neck as my head rolled back against the wood. He lifted me higher to to lavish my breasts with kisses once again, his teeth nipping one pebbled bud lightly before his tongue soothed flat over it. I clung tight to his shoulders as he pounded me, each thrust sending me higher and higher until I was sure I would shatter–
“Fuck, Edie, I need you to come for me,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, and I did, crying out as I fell apart, my release bringing him over the edge with me, his hips pressed tight to mine, jerking against me as he pulsed, shooting into the condom with a groan.
He held me as the warmth washed over me, my fingers and toes tingling pleasantly, and then as our heart rates slowed and our breathing returned to normal, only released me to slip the condom from his spent cock, knotting it quickly before disposing of it in his office trash can.
Have there been other girls here?The thought flickered like the shadow of a cloud across a sunny day.
But then his arms were around me again, lifting me effortlessly, and I could see over his shoulder the tangle of papers on his desk, the scatter of ink pens and sticky notes. The haphazard jumble of the bookshelf, so different from the neat stack of anonymous coffee table books in the main room.
The warmth returned, and as he carried me down the hallway from office to bedroom, I turned my face to the sun and kissed him.
CHAPTER21
James
“Thank you,”Edie whispered. We’d made it to the bed, leaving our clothes in my office, and now, she lay curled into my side, trailing her finger down my chest. She looked up at me through her lashes.
“Jesus, Edie, don’t thankme,” I said. “I wanted to take you to bed with me, undress you slowly, kiss you everywhere…” Flowers and candlelight had been the intention, not quick and dirty, half-dressed against the bookshelf in my office.
“You just have a thing for bookshelves,” she chuckled. “I get it, I think I do too, now.”
“Mmm, no,” I said, and rolled her onto her back, slotting my leg between her thighs and smoothing away the hair that fell across her face. “It’s you I have a thing for, Miss Taylor,” I admitted. “I can’t stay away.”
“If I’d only known what you were thinking during your lectures…” she said, biting her lip, and I growled and kissed her neck as she lifted her chin to allow me access. “I would have come to office hours–”
“Fuck, you would have been impossible,” I groaned. “You’ve been torturing me all week with your little looks and your ‘professor’s, Edie. It’s beenverydifficult to concentrate on my work.”
“I had to be sure you weren’t just…” she said, pushing my chest back to look at me. “I wanted to be sure it would be worth it,” she said, finally.
“What?” I asked. “Seducing your professor?” I grinned, bending down for a kiss, but she stopped me.
“Sleeping with my boss,” she said.
