Page 10 of The Professor
“Aren’t there…cameras?” she whispers as I approach, shuffling on her feet.
I grin, shaking my head. “They’re in the process of updating the campus security, and only half of the rooms have been covered so far. The security cameras you see in here are offline, and they haven’t installed the new ones yet. Nobody can see us.”
Emma shivers, swallowing hard as I take a slow step towards her. “Go on,” I say, voice low. “Tell me how I can help you.”
She blinks, her breathing coming heavier as she realizes what I’m doing. “I was wondering if I could have some one on one help,” she says, blinking her long lashes as though she’s innocent. Just a sweet student asking for extra help.
And I’m just a dedicated professor willing to do whatever it takes to make a good student even better. Perfect, in fact.
“You’re in luck,” I say darkly. “I have some extra notes just for you.”
I gesture to the stack of paperwork on the other side of the desk from her, and I see the moment she realizes what I want her to do. She’s wearing another one of those little skirts that drives me mad, though this time she’s wearing tights underneath. My hands itch to touch her, but I draw the moment out, wanting to savor this.
Emma’s breath shudders out of her as heat blooms across her cheeks. Slowly, she rests her hands on the desk, then leans forward, reaching for the paper. By the time her fingers graze the edge of the stack, she’s fully bent over the desk, the curve of her ass visible beneath the frill of her skirt.
I can’t deny that I’ve fantasized about this exact scenario, but fuck this is even better than anything I could imagine.
I step closer, my thighs pressing against the back of hers as I smooth my hand over her spine, pressing her chest against the desk. She makes a soft noise at the back of her throat that makes my cock jump, and then gasps when she feels it.
“P r o f e s s o r…” she breathes, glancing over her shoulder at me with wide eyes.
Hearing her call me that, in that breathless, needy tone sends heat rushing through my veins. “I’ve been thinking about this the whole class,” I groan, “every time I caught you looking at me like you were thinking about it, too. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on lecturing when you’re sitting in the front row distracting me with how goddamn beautiful you are?”
“I…I’m sorry, Professor. I didn’t mean to distract you,” she says with fake apology in her voice and a smirk on her face.
“Are you?” I ask, running my hand down her spine and over her ass. I flip her skirt up, pushing closer to her. “Tell me that this isn’t exactly what you wanted, then. Tell me you were listening and taking notes like a good student and not picturing getting fucked over a desk by your Professor.”
Emma bites her lip, lashes fluttering. “I can’t,” she admits, wiggling her hips against me. “You’re right. I was thinking about this. About you punishing me for not listening, showing me who’s in charge, fucking me until I promise to study more. Thinking about everything I want you to do to me. What I want to do to you…”
My control snaps. I grab her tights in my fist and rip, tearing a hole in the center of them. Emma gasps, arching her back as I cup her over her panties, finding her wet.
“Fuck, gorgeous,” I breathe, “You drive me insane.”
She nods, hair falling in her face. “The feeling is mutual,” she tells me, her gaze dropping to my crotch. “Teach me a lesson, Professor Page.”
Who the hell am I to deny her?
Her panties are little lacy things, and they put up no resistance when I tear them at the side. I slip them off her and tuck them in my pocket as Emma gapes at me in shock.
“Spread your legs and hold onto the edge of the desk,” I order her, and she scrambles to obey as I shove my pants down just enough to free my cock. I grip her hips as I run the head of my cock through her wetness, teasing us both. She shudders, whimpering as I hold her still.
“Such a good little student,” I praise as I press inside her. Emma moans, her face pressed against the wood as she takes me. She pushes up on her tiptoes, pushing back against me to take every inch, gasping as she does.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as I pull back and thrust in again, setting a fast pace that has the desk shaking and Emma’s nails clicking off the wood as she holds on.
“Fuck, Emma, you take me so well,” I groan, pleasure shooting up my spine. Her brows are furrowed and her mouth parted in bliss, her head turned to the side so she can watch what I’m doing to her.
Despite the fact there’s no cameras, and I locked the door, we can’t be in here for long. We can’t afford to get caught but fuck, I want to draw this out, to stay here with her, to never let her go. I want to make her scream my name in every possible way, want to touch and taste and fuck until we’re both exhausted. Then I want to take care of her, shower with her, sleep with her in my arms.
Fuck the Dean and fuck the rules. I want more than just stolen moments with her. I wanteverything.
The thought has me feral. I pound into her, slipping one hand between her and the edge of the desk to play with her clit. Emma moans again, louder this time, and I know I should try to keep us quiet, I know I shouldn’t answer her and tell her what a good fucking girl she is for her professor, but I do because in this moment, nothing exists except me and her and this moment.
“Oliver,” Emma gasps, slipping from my title to my name as she nears her orgasm. “Oh…God…I’m so close.”
“Give it to me, Emma,” I practically growl. She’s squeezes my cock as she starts to come, and I curse, dropping one hand to the table to brace myself. “That’s it, fuck…come all over your professor’s cock.”
Her cries are muffled by the desk as she screams my name, and I groan hers as I follow her over the edge, thrusting deep inside her as I fill her up.
