Page 13 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
Anna
OMG. I’m a genius. My plan works beautifully.
I can’t help smirking when I see my controlling professor getting all hot and bothered in front of the class because of me. I see his arm move slowly up and down behind the podium, however careful he is. And it’s all I can do not to get up to get a better look.
But when he glares at me a moment later, I know I’m in trouble. Although Tony remains calm, I see the fire in his eyes and the flare of his nostrils when he drops my phone into his briefcase. He’s telling me to stay after class. It’s a warning. It’s a challenge. Although it’s exactly what I wanted, I still can’t help the shiver that creeps up my spine. How’s he going to do to “punish” me this time?
I wait patiently for other students to leave the classroom, and as soon as we’re alone, I glance up at Tony. He doesn’t go to close the doors like he did the last time but grabs his briefcase and says to me, “Follow me to my office, Anna.”
His serious face makes me doubt my expectations. He looks really mad.
We keep a distance as we walk down the hallway to the elevator. He’s a step in front of me, and I trail behind like a guilty child. Shit. I might’ve carried it too far.
When we’re waiting for the elevator, which is notoriously slow, the silent treatment nearly kills me.
“Are you mad?” I break the silence.
He gazes at me with an expression hard to read. His jaw is tight, although he doesn’t look angry. “Are you afraid?” he asks me back.
“Afraid of what?” I chuckle nervously.
“Of what I’m going to do to you,” his voice is threatening, but my lady bits like the sound of it.
I swallow. “What…are you going to do?”
He smirks. “I’m going to grade your exam and see what you’ve got.”
Damn. The mention of my exam embarrasses me. I was so occupied with teasing my professor I forgot to even double-check my answers. And the nonsense response I wrote for the last question. No, I can’t witness him grading it. The elevator door finally opens, but my feet are glued to the floor.
Tony raises his eyebrow and me while waiting for me to go in first.
“Actually, I have to go to a study group at the library,” I lie quickly. “Can I have my cellphone back, please?”
He grabs my arm and drags me into the elevator, and then he presses the button to his office floor, which is one floor below my dad’s. As soon as the door closes, he pins me against the wall. “You little tease. You like to play games? We’ll play,” he says and suddenly reaches my shirt and tears it open.
Buttons fly onto the floor, and I gasp. “What’re you doing?”
I haven’t finished my sentence when his hand is on my chest, molding the swell of my girly mound first and then rolling my hard point.
“Tony…Professor! This is inappropriate!”
He scoffs. “I didn’t think the word was in your dictionary.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you. I’m just. I knew I didn’t do well on the exam, and I really wanted to be with you!” I blurt out.
His eyes darken as they stare into mine, and then he groans and claims my lips. He devours my mouth like a ferocious animal and, in the meantime, presses his hard center into my belly. I slip a hand between our bodies to feel him, and I moan when I find out how hard he is.
I don’t hesitate to go down on my knees and unzip his pants. I lose the ability to speak as soon as I see the monstrous male member, so thick I can barely grasp it with one hand. I open my mouth and lick the tip, watching Tony’s eyes turn dreamy first and then close. He grips my shoulders and curse. “Fuck.”
Encouraged, I wrap my lips around him and move up and down on his shaft. His velvety skin feels incredible in my mouth, and that musky scent turns me on. I sink deeper, letting it massage the inside of my mouth and even my throat.
I play with his balls that are behind his briefs, and he grunts like an animal. He’s starting to throb, and I’m getting ready to taste his cream when the elevator dings.
“Damn,” he mutters and pushes me away.
It takes the door a while to open, so we’ve still got time to get ready and pretend nothing has happened between us. I quickly do the remaining buttons on my shirt and pick up the ones on the floor. Tony zips his pants up, but the huge tent is telling. He hides it behind his briefcase.
When the elevator door opens, we both look perfectly calm. Dr. Davis, a haughty woman in her fifties, glances over us and nods with a tight smile as she recognizes Tony. “Hi, Dr. Ryder. How’s it going?”
