Page 8 of The Professor
I rest my elbows on my knees, closing the gap between us until the scent of her perfume fills my nose. My cock hardens at our closeness, my whole body demanding I claim her, make her mine and never let her go.
And dammit, I just might.
5
EMMA
Idon’t even hear Oliver’s answer to my question, I’m too busy trying to find some self-control. But it’s impossible. The air between us is practically crackling with electricity, and every inch of me feels hyper aware, like with just one touch from him I’ll burn up.
He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me, a dark hunger in those stormy eyes. I cannot look away.
The Dean’s warning plays in my head, but it fades to nothing but background noise. I can’t stay away from him. After all this time, the pull between us is so strong that denying it, trying to fight it, might just tear me apart.
So I stop fighting it.
He’s already so close that it takes only a second to cross the gap between us, and then my lips touch his and the entire world falls away.
For a split second, he freezes, but then his arms are around me and he’s pulling me closer, lifting me off my chair and onto his lap, holding me as close as he can.
He kisses me back fiercely, his lips bruising on mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip until I open for him. His tongue meets mine, devouring me, dragging me under his spell. I melt for him, my arms winding around his neck my knees balancing on the chair on either side of his thighs as I straddle him. I gasp as I feel the hard rod of his cock press against the inside of my thigh, realizing how much he wants this, wantsme. I press myself closer as one of his hands grabs my ass, pulling our hips together so his cock is pressed right against my core.
I gasp, breaking the kiss as sparks fly through me.
We’re both breathing heavily, and Oliver’s pupils are dilated as he stares at me, eyes hooded.
“Emma…” he says, his voice husky and low.
I commit the way he says my name to memory so I can save it to replay over and over later. I shiver, need pooling between my legs. “We should…” I try to say, my voice barely a whisper.
“Don’t you dare say we should stop,” he growls, grip on my hip tightening.
“You’ll get in trouble,” I say, but we both know it’s not a protest. I don’t want to stop. Ever.
“Only if we get caught,” Oliver says, his hand slipping under my skirt. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper as his fingers trace the edge of my panties. “Can you keep quiet for your professor, pretty girl?”
I don’t know if I can, but I nod immediately, pushing closer in silent demand. I’ll force myself to be quiet by any means necessary if it means he’ll touch me.
This time, when we kiss, there’s no hesitating. Nothing exists but his mouth on mine, his hand under my skirt, my fingers digging in to his shirt. He pulls my panties to the side, and swallows my gasp as he slides a finger down my slit and presses my center.
“Fuck, Emma, you’re soaked,” he groans against my mouth. I shudder as he presses a finger inside of me, pleasure shooting through me. Then another finger.
“Oliver,” I whimper, pressing my face against his neck to muffle the moan I can’t help but let out. My hips move, needing more, needinghim. His touch feels so good but there’s something else I want, something I feel like I might combust if I don’t have. I reach between us, squeezing his cock through his pants. “Please.”
He hooks his fingers inside me, pressing against a spot that makes my thighs squeeze and my head spin. I fumble with his zip, and we both freeze when the sound of it unzipping bounces off the books surrounding us. But nobody comes over. The threat of getting caught only makes me want this more.
Heat washes over me as I wrap my hand around Oliver’s length, stroking him and realizing just how big he is. I feel myself clench around his fingers, imagining the way he’ll fill me.
“Please, I need it,” I whisper, hips rocking desperately.
“You don’t have to beg,” Oliver growls back, voice raspy. “I’ll give you whatever the hell you want. Take what you need, Emma.”
He helps me rise up more, his jaw clenching as the head of his cock presses against me. I gasp, and Oliver’s other hand covers my mouth, his eyes holding mine.
“Sshh,” he reminds me, keeping my gaze as he guides me down onto him, filling me slowly inch by inch. “That’s it, pretty girl, take it all.” I expect pain, but nothing but pleasure overwhelms me.
His voice is a quiet murmur, but it fills my head, echoing through my mind. It takes all the concentration I can find to keep from crying out as he fills me completely, my thighs shaking as pleasure tightens low in my stomach. Just as I think I can control myself, Oliver rocks his hips and I cry out, the noise muffled by his hand.
“...not even started the essay that’s due in two days…” a voice says from somewhere to the right, blocked by rows of books and yet still close enough to make my eyes widen. My head snaps to the side to check that I can’t see them, adrenaline spiralling my need even higher.
