Page 54 of The Professor
Taking out my phone, I start to text Aubrey to complain about it, but my phone is ripped from my hands.
Jerking my head back, I see Professor Grayson holding my phone. “You know better than to use your phone in my class, Miss Bower. You can get it after study group,” he says, glancing down at it quickly before snapping his eyes to me and sticking it in his pocket.
He goes back to helping the other students and I pull out a book to read. I only get two pages in and he clears his throat in front of the class, which definitely has my attention. Glancing at me quickly, he puts his hands in his pockets.
“I’m going to give you a practice test for what you’ll be getting next week. It is almost identical to the actual test, so if you don’t know the answer this is your time to look for it in your book and study it over the weekend. Take your time,” he says grabbing the tests. “This is only for my study groups, so don’t go sharing it with everyone.”
After passing them all out, he sits at his desk and looks around the room, letting his eyes land on me last. He raises an eyebrow, giving me a small grin. Son of a bitch, he saw what I was saying to Aubrey. Now he’s up there expecting me to tease him and egging me on with his looks.
Nervously, I uncross my legs and spread them a bit. He leans back slightly in his chair, crossing his arms. I put my hands on my thighs and every so slightly slide my skirt up higher. Not enough that my pussy is on display for everyone, just enough so he can see. I immediately know he can when he sucks in a breath and his eyes slightly widen. It’s a heady feeling and I run with it.
I open and close my legs, slowly a few times and a bit faster the last few. Leaving them open, I causally move my hands up my body and his darkening eyes follow. Peeking next to me to make sure no one else is paying attention, I pinch my nipples through my shirt. His eyes briefly close and he swallows hard. Fuck, it’s working.
“Professor Grayson, I need help,” someone from the back of the class yells out.
Moving his hand down I know he’s adjusting his hard cock, before he stands up. Walking past me, he purposely lets his hand graze my arm. It’s unreal that it’s a direct shot to my pussy, when it was nothing more than a gentle touch. It seems like he helps everyone before he’s back in front of the class. I’ve crossed my legs again and figure I’ll start it all over again.
Walking past me he nonchalantly slides my phone onto my desk. He continues to his desk and sits back down. I grab my phone and look down at it. He typed out a message to me and fuck, it’s kind of shocking.
“The more you tease me, the harder I’m going to fuck you. Remember that.”
Challenge accepted. Uncrossing my legs, I spread them a bit further this time, moving my skirt up just that little bit. His vision is directly on my pussy and I swear I can feel it. The way his eyes seem to eat me alive has me getting wetter, and I have no doubt he knows it. Glancing around again to make sure I don’t have anyone else’s attention, I grin at Drake as I allow one hand to move under my skirt. He fists his hands and slightly shakes his head, giving me the approval I wasn’t even looking for.
I use a finger, I rub myself before pushing it deep inside. Closing my eyes against the fire now blazing inside me, I snap them open as I move my finger. I do it a few times before removing it and bringing it up to my mouth, sucking it clean.
I’ve never seen a man look more turned on in my life. He’s breathing heavily, running his hands through his hair, as he closes his eyes. Standing up quickly, he all but slams his hands onto his desk, leaning over slightly. Looking at the clock he nods his head.
“That’s it for today. Finish the test and study it, have a good weekend,” he rushes out.
He pins me with a look that dares me to move, so I don’t. Once everyone is cleared out but us, he walks over to the door closing it and locking it. Turning back toward me, my heart is pounding in my chest. The excitement and nerves are back tenfold. Especially when he slowly stalks closer to his desk.
“Miss Bower, get over here,” he demands when he reaches the side of his desk.
Cautiously, I stand up and slowly make my way toward him. He looks equal parts pissed and turned on. Right now I’m not sure which one makes me more anxious. That is until I reach him and he grabs my throat. It’s not hard and he’s not hurting me in anyway, he’s dominating me and I fucking love it.
“You like teasing me,” he hisses, moving his face closer to mine.
When I swallow, I can feel it hitting his hand. “Yes,” I breathe out.
Letting go of my neck, he grabs my arm and pushes me down on my stomach, over his desk. My ass is in the air and I feel him push my skirt all the way up, exposing myself to him. I can’t look because his one hand is making sure to keep my head on the desk. Before I can even process it, he smacks my ass.
“Ouch,” I yell, more out of shock than actual pain.
“You made it impossible to teach today because my cock was hard as a rock,” he says, lightly rubbing my ass, before smacking me again.
This time though I’m almost expecting it and it feels good. Gently rubbing my ass again, he lets another strike happen. This time I moan and I immediately feel another smack. My pussy is dripping now, while the sting of his hand lingers. I hear him quickly undoing his belt before he takes his hand off my head. I’m not about to move it though, so I listen as he opens the condom. His fingers dig into my hips as I feel his cock push against me.
“I’ve wanted to bend you over this desk for a long time, Emma. It is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Since you wanted to tease me during class, you’re going to continue playing with this pussy while I fuck it,” he says, tightening his hold on my hips.
“Okay,” I whisper.
There’s no warning as he slams his hard cock in me. I yell out as he begins to pound into me, lifting my hips slightly with his powerful hands. He continues his punishing pace, my body taking the full impact of how hard he is slamming into me. It feels so good I can’t help but moan out his name.
“That little clit of yours is throbbing isn’t it? You can feel the buildup can’t you, begging for release,” he groans, never slowing.
I can hear his belt buckle hitting against the side of the desk everytime he slams into me. Feeling him behind me, fingers bruising my hips, and the occasional fuck he moans out does in fact have my clit throbbing.
“Oh God,” I moan out when I feel his hand on my ass.
