Page 1 of The Professor
Chapter 1
Emma
Staring off into the distance,I tap my pen against the open book in front of me. My final exam for psychology is next week, but my mind isn’t focused on that. No, it keeps wandering to the professor who is giving the exam. Professor Grayson.
He’s a tough teacher, but even the students not majoring in psychology rush to sign up. It has nothing to do with the class, it’s the professor. He’s not your typical teacher. He’s young, he’s built and his dark eyes melt even the shyest of women with one glance. Which is exactly what happened to me. He locked eyes with me a few weeks ago and I haven’t been able to think straight since. I’ve had constant fantasies of what I want those strong hands to do to me. How it would feel to have his demanding lips on my body. Him bending me over his desk and fucking me with unbelievable force.
A book dropping snaps me out of my thoughts and I blow out a shaky breath. Shaking my head, I abandon the books in front of me to go look for another one. Passing this class is the only thing standing between me and the real world. I need to get my head off of Professor Grayson and on what’s really important. Which is exactly what I do for the next two hours.
Right before the library is closing, I decide to grab one more book to take with me. Going to the back wall, I search for the book. Not paying attention to anything around me, I knock into someone standing much too close.
“Oh, shit sorry,” I say.
“Not a problem, Emma.”
Looking up, those dark brown eyes lock onto mine and I can literally feel my knees starting to give out on me. “Professor Gray..Grayson,” I stammer.
A small grin plays on his lips as he searches my face. “What’s the matter?”
What’s the matter? Nothing, nothing at all, besides the fact that my nipples are hardening and my panties are getting wet just from you standing this close to me. Obviously that’s not the words I allow out.
“Nothing professor. I’m just looking for a book to bring home with me, because I’ve got a lot of studying to do for your final exam and I want to be completely prepared. Which I am, I mean you’ve taught an incredible class, I just want to brush up on everything,” I rush out, wrapping my arms around myself. I sound like a fucking idiot, but I’m so nervous.
Putting his strong hands on my upper arms causes me to suck in a startled breath.
“Do I make you nervous, Emma?” he asks, with that grin getting a little bigger.
“No, not at all,” I lie.
Brushing my long brown hair off my neck, he leans forward. “You’re a horrible liar,” he whispers. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, he nips my ear. “A horrible liar, but fucking beautiful. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you.” Digging his fingers into my hips, he pulls me against him. “There are so many things I want to do to you, Emma.”
He begins to kiss my neck and I let out a soft moan. Is this really happening? Professor Grayson wants me as badly as I want him and that’s not a question because I can feel his hard cock pressing against me.
Wrapping his hand in my hair, he pulls my head back, tilting it to the side. My heart is hammering in my chest, but when he bites down on my neck I’m pretty sure it stops completely. Letting out a loud moan, I fist his shirt in my hands.
“Emma, you need to learn to be quiet, because I’m going to fuck you in this library. My job and reputation depend on you being quiet. You do that and I’ll make you come. Is that what you want? You want me to make you come?” he asks, pulling my hair a bit harder with one hand and sinking his fingers into my ass with the other.
“Yes.” It’s all I can manage, because right now I can’t even think straight. My body is in charge, melting into him.
“You don’t tell anyone about this. This will be our secret. Can I trust you to keep our secret, Emma?” he asks, letting go of my hair.
I nod my head, unable to form a single word. The man I have fantasized about, fantasized filthy things about, is moving his hands under my skirt.
“Say it. I need to hear you say it,” he demands.
“I’ll keep our secret.”
Cupping his hand over my panty covered pussy, he grins. “Good girl.” Pushing my panties to the side, he runs a finger through my wetness. “Someone’s excited. Have you ever been fucked in the library before?”
My skin is burning with need and just his finger on my pussy is enough to make me come, but I manage the words. “No, I haven’t.”
“Good, I like the idea that every time you walk into this library your only thought will be how I fucked you.” He begins sucking on my neck as he removes my panties.
Pushing me against the bookshelf, he cages me in. Grabbing my wrists, he holds them above my head with one of his large hands. The other pushes under my skirt and he slams two fingers into my wet pussy, at the same time he bites down on the top of my breast that is exposed from my shirt.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tossing my head back, smacking it into the books. The pain doesn’t even register because Professor Grayson’s fingers are working over my pussy.
“Quiet Emma, or I’ll walk away leaving you dripping wet and tightly wound up.”
