Page 17 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“That’s not gon’ work for me, Professor P.”
“Why not?”
“You keep trying to lump me in with these little boys running ’round here, and I ain’t that.”
“No, I’m trying to maintain a professional demeanor. I told you my story.” I pulled away from him and moved a few steps back.
“You did, but see, I’ve got one problem with that, Professor,” he stated, walking closer to me. I backed up only to bump into the edge of my desk.
“What’s that?” I hated how my voice trembled.
Salem reached out a finger and tipped my chin up so that I was looking into his eyes. I knew that I should have removed his finger, stepped back, looked away, or something. But I felt powerless in the moment. I was literally weak, and my body slumped until my ass was seated on the edge of my desk.
Salem released my chin, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up again.
“That nigga was a kid. I’m a grown ass man,Koi.”
I licked my lips.
“How . . . how old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” he answered with a crooked grin.
“Still too young for me. I don’t date younger men.”
“But you fuck ’em?”
Ohh shit! There went my pussy again, gushing like a waterfall. “I didn’t know.”
“And you didn’t care while you rode and sucked the hell out this dick, baby girl. How old are you anyway?”
“Thirty,” I whispered with that same damn tremble in my voice.
“Good. We’re both of consenting age,” Salem replied and leaned in.
Salem’s lips brushed against mine. I could smell the mint on his breath, and I relished the taste of him.
Slowly and unconsciously, my mouth opened to him with a will of its own. The minute that I felt Salem’s tongue in my mouth, I pushed my pelvis forward and ground against him. Histhick erection pressed against me, and I recalled every memory from that night. I wanted and needed more of that, more of him. Then I came in my panties. I couldn’t believe that shit. I was thirty freaking years old, and I came in my panties over the simple sensation of a man’s tongue in my mouth.
Not just any man, but the only man I had found attractive in some time. The one man that I needed to run in the opposite direction from. The one man who was forbidden for me to touch, kiss, or have because he was my student. It did not matter his age or our past. It was a matter of ethics and professional boundaries. I could lose my job for this, but I relished the kiss and the way his tongue and lips worshipped my mouth.
What was even sexier was that he never closed his eyes. He kept his gaze trained on me, willing mine to stay on him as he sucked my tongue, as he licked my lips, and as he pecked my lips sweetly. He wanted me to see what he could do with that beautiful mouth and that long, thick tongue. Salem wanted me to watch him pleasure my body with something as simple as a kiss.
Only it wasn’t. He opened his mouth wide and used his tongue to lick inside of my mouth in a way that was extremely suggestive and made me think about the part of my body that had already released.
I whimpered just as a knock sounded at the door. It rattled the shit out of me but brought me back to my senses.
I pushed him away quickly, straightened my skirt, and smoothed my hair.
Salem smirked and replied, “You look fine, and I mean that in every way.”
He took a couple of more steps back, moving to the door.
“You should be apologizing.”
“For what? Taking the steps to make it known that I want you and plan to have and keep you?” He shook his head. “Nah,I ain’t apologizing. And if that little whimper you released was any indication, I can tell that she thanks me too,” he replied and thrust his chin at my crotch.
A warmth crept up my face, and I knew that I was blushing. He chuckled. That always seemed to bring him amusement.
