Page 30 of The Professor
Frantically, her eyes search mine. She’s excited and terrified. It’s a fucking turn on.
“You’re trembling, Miss Bower?” I ask, with a wicked grin.
She attempts to bite her lip, but I pull it away with my thumb.
“Well, you make me nervous,” she admits.
“Good. Stay there,” I demand.
Walking over to the door I locked it. I’m done overthinking shit. It’s time to see what she’s willing to do. She watches me like she’s prey and I’m the predator. Which in the moment is exactly what it feels like as I loosen my tie, standing in front of her.
Neither of us say a word as I sink my fingers into her hair, pulling her gently to me. I crash my lips to hers and it’s like a fucking flame erupts inside me. A burning need that’s taking over, leaving me completely out of control.
Her small hands grip onto my blue dress shirt, as she moans in my mouth when our tongues connect. Pulling her hair harder, I deepen the kiss. It’s rough, it’s sloppy, and it’s hot as hell. Walking her backwards until her back hits the wall next to the chalkboard, I continue to explore her mouth. She tastes even better than I imagined. It’s sweet and it’s addicting.
Keeping her pressed against the wall with my body, I move my hands down until I reach the bottom of her dress. Her soft moans get louder when I begin to push my hands under. Breaking the kiss, I lock my eyes with hers. I want to watch her, see how she reacts to my touch.
My hands lightly graze her inner thighs as I make my way up to what I can only imagine is the sweetest pussy I’ll ever touch. Her lips are swollen from the roughness of our kiss and possibly the stubble I have, but it doesn’t stop her from biting down on her bottom lip as I reach her panties. I cup her covered pussy in my hand, rubbing my thumb against her clit. Much like I did to her hand a few weeks back. Her head drops back, hitting the wall and she lets out a loud moan.
“I can feel how wet you are through your panties, Miss Bower. Does that happen every time I’m near you?” I roughly ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Fuck, I like that your panties are wet because of me.”
I continue to rub her through her now drenched panties and she begins to move against my hand. It’s fucking hot imagining I can get her off without actually touching her. So I begin to rub harder and she begins to move faster against me.
Her face is flushed, her breathing is heavy, and her moans begin to get louder. I’m consumed in the situation, the fire inside me raging, trying to get her off. It’s all I want, all I need. She pulls me closer and my hand pushes harder against her.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Fuck, I’ve never been more turned on than I am in this moment. Getting this girl, this student, off over her soaking wet panites. It’s fucking unreal.
The pulse in her neck is visibly throbbing, just like I know her swollen clit is. Leaning forward I bite down on it, sucking like I would her clit. And just like it was, she cries out in ecstasy. She’s close I can feel her getting wetter. Moving my thumb faster, I bite down on her neck.
“Oh Professor Grayson,” she wails, as her orgasm crashes over her.
I watch her eyes close, her mouth open, and her body shake, as she gives in to the feeling. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Pulling my hand out, she opens her eyes. I lick my fingers, getting her taste in my mouth, and damn if she doesn’t taste like honey.
“Fucking sweet,” I say.
The door knob jiggles and we both freeze.
“Professor Grayson.”
Fuck, it’s the head of my department.
“Emma, slip off those panties and give them to me,” I quickly demand. She does and I stick them in my pocket. I’ll need these later when I get myself off. “I’m going to lead him away from this room. You need to leave as soon as we are out of sight. This, what just happened, it’s between us. Got it?”
She nods her head quickly, with wide eyes.
Leaning forward I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Relax, I’ve got this.”
“Okay.”
I start to walk away, but look back at her. “You’re dismissed, Miss Bower.”
