Professor: A First Time Novel (12 page)

I push my fingers deep, letting one flick across her clit, determined to make her come before she makes me explode, which I can already tell is going to happen sooner than later.

Ellie pulls off my cock again and moans into my thigh. “Oh God, Professor. You’re going to make me co-
oooh!
” she squeals and I can feel her pussy flood my hand with her sticky wetness.

Her mouth drops and then I
really
can barely keep my eyes on the road as she just starts to go to town on my cock. She’s whimpering and moaning and slurping on me as she bobs her pouty lips up and down, until I can barley hold onto sanity.

“I’m gonna come, honey,” I grunt out.
 

“Not yet,” she gasps quickly, pulling away. “I want it inside of me.”

The wheel jerks again as she slips a leg over my lap and slowly lowers herself onto me, and it takes everything I have to keep us on the road. I’m staring out the windshield over over her shoulder as she starts to sink down on my cock. She starts to bounce up and down, that soft voice whimpering in my ear as her ridiculously tight pussy milks me and sucks the cum from my balls.

I groan, and I don’t get two minutes into her bouncing her tightly little cunt up and down my shaft before I rock my hips up and start to just blast my cum into her.

She rides me for all she’s worth, cooing and moaning into my ear as she milks every single damn drop of my cum deep into her pussy.

*****

That night, she sleeps at my place. No illicit office sex, no sneaking
 
into dorm rooms, no roommate, no bullshit. That night, it’s just her and I, and it’s fucking
perfect.

That night, she falls asleep in my arms for the first time, her soft, warm naked body curled into me as we drift off together.

And it’s the best damn sleep I’ve had in years.

Chapter 16

Ellie

Three weeks later, and I’m on cloud nine. Three weeks of losing myself so deliciously with Liam, three weeks of feeling his body against mine, his mouth on me, his cock inside of me.

And three weeks of know this is something so much more than that. Three weeks later, this isn’t just “learning” or “seeing where this goes.” We still don’t have a label or anything, but I know we both know it’s something much bigger than the illicit thrill that comes with the forbidden nature of our relationship.

Of course, that certainly
helps
things. I’d be lying if I said the dirty, naughty thrill wasn’t part of it. There’s certainly something
quite
hot about sitting it in his class knowing that no one around me has the faintest idea that I’ve just swallowed his cum in his office five minutes before, or felt his big cock thrust deep inside my young pussy as I came.

He’s my secret scandal, and I
love it
.

And it’s
because
I have his class in forty-five minutes that I feel my cheeks burn as I climb the stairs to the top floor of the english department, which I know is fairly quiet at this hour on a Tuesday. Thinking about how much I want to walk into class later feeling his cum deep inside my pussy has me dripping wet and aching for him as I walk down the hallway in the heels, skirt, ad knee-highs I’ve picked out especially to drive him wild.

His door is open, and I’m biting my lip and grinning as I start to just stroll inside, when I stop cold in my tracks.

Liam and
the girl
he’s with look up at me, smiling, as I stand there frozen in the doorway. They’re laughing, each sipping from glass tumblers with a bottle of whiskey on the desk between them.

I can feel my pulse freeze in my chest as the girl blinks at me, smiling. She’s young, and very pretty, and I know how ridiculously juvenile and jealous I’m being, but I can’t help it. I’m trying to push it away and shake the it off, but then she’s putting her hand on his arm in a way that says they
know
each other, and I see red.

“Oh, hello Ms. Thompson.”

Liam class me that all the time around other students or faculty, but something about the way he says it in front of
her
makes me roar inside. With teachers and students, it’s like he protecting me from scrutiny when he calls me “Ms. Thompson.”

With this girl, it feels like he’s
hiding
me.

Her hand is still on his arm as she smiles sweetly at me, sipping her drink, and I want to murder her, or him, or both.

“You need to know that I’ve never done this before.”

And it’s bullshit, I know that now. Because it sure doesn’t
look
like I was the first time. Not now, not with
her
sitting there with that familiar touch.

Liam frowns. “Ms. Thompson?”

I say nothing as I whirl and storm away from the office, the heat in my face this time a dark, horrible feeling instead of the glow I walked up here with.

Chapter 18

Liam

Fuck.

I stare at the doorway where Ellie was just standing, blinking and frowning at her exit. But then it’s suddenly all clicking and I swear again under my breath at what she just walked in on and my own stupidity.

Casey laughs and I glare at her. “Oh
what
.”

She rolls her eyes. “Liam, please, I’m your agent.”

“So?”

“So I know you, and I know the look in that girl’s eye.”

I can feel myself bristling. “Look, it’s nothing like-”

“Bullshit.”

I glare at her. “Watch it, Casey.”

She rolls her eyes again. “Look I’m not saying shit, I’m just saying you better go fix that, whatever
that
is.”

“It’s
nothing
, Case.”

My young agent shrugs. “Well hey, if its just some book groupie thing-“

“It’s nothing like that!” I snap angrily, feeling the heat rise in my face.

She grins and raises her brow. “Case and point.”

Ugh. Busted.

“You’re into her, I can see it plan as day, Liam.”

I shake my head, snatching the glass of whiskey off my desk. “She’s my
student
, Casey.”

She grins. “And Lisa was my
boss
, dude. Didn’t stop me from marrying her now did it?”

I down the amber liquid, grimacing at the burn and still thinking of Ellie running out that door with that look on her face. “That was different.”

Casey snorts. “What, ‘cause w’re gay?”

“No, it’s just-”

What the FUCK am I waiting for?

“I’m being a fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“By sitting here acting like a wimp instead of chasing after that girl?” Casey arches a brow at me. “Uh, yeah, dude. Go get her.”

*****

I catch up with her outside her dorm, by the side door.

“Ellie!”

She whirls as she sees me jogging up, her eyes narrowed and her face red. “Go
away
, Liam.”

I finally reach her and reach out for her arm. “Ellie, listen to me-”

She shakes my hand away and steps back from me. “Oh fuck off, seriously.”

“That’s not what it looked like,” I growl.

She barks out a laugh. “
Please
, spare me the cliche, okay?”

“Ellie-”

“Look I don’t
care
, okay? I know we’re not- I mean, we never agreed what we were or what I even mean to you-”

I grab her by both arms and she’s gasping as I yank her tight against me. “You mean
everything
to me,” I say thickly, my eyes burning into hers. I say it loud, and forcefully, and she’s suddenly staring up at me with those big blue eyes.

“You mean
everything
to me,” I say, softer now.

She swallows thickly and bites her lip. “Well who the fuck was that girl?”

I grin. “Casey, my
agent
.” I raise a brow at her. “Gay, and married, by the way.”

Ellie’s face goes bright red, and she quickly brings a hand up to wipe the corner of her eye. “You’re lucky you’re so charming, you know,” she says, trying to hide the smile that starts to creep across her lips.

“Oh I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” I say, kissing her softly on the lips.

And there’s more I want to say, I just don’t know how; not yet at least. Because they’re things and words I never
have
said, and words I’ve avoided.

So how in the world is this girl - this totally off-limits girl who’s so wrong for me, and one in which I have no future with - making me want to?

Chapter 19

Ellie

I’m a dirty, dirty girl.

Well, no, not really. I mean I’ve slept with all of one man now in my entire life, but what I’m
doing
is dirty. It’s dirty and
naughty
, but I
love
being naughty for him.

And sitting half-naked on my professor’s desk with my legs spread while he curls his tongue around my clit would
probably
be consider naughty.

Liam grunts as he hungrily licks and slurps at my soaking wet pussy, burying his tongue deep inside and making me whimper as I clutch his hair. His fingers stroke my thighs, brushing across my pussy lips and even teasing around the tight little ring of my asshole, making me squeal and moan as he eats me.

I gasp as his lips fasten around my clit, his tongue darting across it and making my whole body melt.

“Play with your nipples baby,” He growls, looking up to see my hands sliding absently over my lacy bra with my blouse unbuttoned.

I bite my lip and nod obediently, unhooking the front clasp of the bra and letting it drop before I run my hands over my full soft breast.

He growls as he reaches down and pulls his cock out, and I moan as I watch him start to stroke it in his fist while he pushed his tongue deep inside of me.

“Mmm…you like my little pussy, don’t you Professor?” I say in that voice I know drives him wild.

He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Oh am I being obvious?”

I start to giggle, but his tongue on my clit suddenly as me gasping, tossing my hair back as my fingers pull and pinch at my nipples.

“Such a bad little girl, coming for her professor like this,” he growls, and I moan as I feel my body start to melt at his words. “Such a bad, dirty, naughty little girl,” He murmurs, his tongue sliding over my clit again and sending a shock through me.

“I’ve been bad!” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his mouth. “I should probably be punished.”

I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but then, I can hardly believe
anything
about what’s been going on the last month or so with him. All of this is so surreal, and wonderful, and perfect, so I’ve stopped trying to believe it and just let it all happen.

“Punished, hmm?” I squeal suddenly as he yanks me up and spins me sound. Before I know it, he’s got me bend over across his desk, my breath catching in my throat as I suck my lip between my teeth and feel his breath hot against my thigh.

“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.

Oh my God, he’s spanking me!

The hand slaps down again, cracking deliciously against the smooth pink skin of my ass as he drives his tongue deep inside of me.

“You’re such a naughty girl, honey, sneaking into my office so I can lick this tight little bad-girl pussy.”

I cry out, my nails raking across his desk and my breath coming in gasps as his words and his tongue and his hand across my stinging ass rock me towards my climax.

His hand spanks across my ass again as his tongue curls around my clit, and I can feel the orgasm start to clench up in my toes, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Only dirty, naughty girls spread their legs on their professors desk and let him fuck their tight little pussies with his big cock.”
 

I’m so close, so close to falling over that edge.

“Only bad girls open their mouths and swallow every drop of their professors cum.”

His hand slaps down again, his tongue sliding deep inside. “And only
very
bad girls let their professors fill their hot little pussies with cum.”

And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.

I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “
You-
” I look up into his eyes. “You are
far
too good at that?”

He grins.

*****

We’re pulling our clothes back on, later, after I’ve ridden his fat cock and felt him explode deep inside of me, when my phone buzzes with a text. It’s Ally:
“Theme party tonight at Phi Kappa - togas and masks…perfect for your mystery boyfriend!”

I’m staring at the phone when Liam comes up behind me an nuzzles my neck. “Whats is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting the phone down and shaking my head. It’s a stupid idea, even if the thought of being out in public with Liam does sound fantastic.

“Nothing, huh?”

I turn and purse my lips as I look up at him; him, this man who’s making me
feel
and opening up this whole new side of me. “I- I mean, do you want to-” I groan. “It’s a stupid idea, forget it.”

“Hey,” he grins as he catches my jaw in his hand and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”

I sigh. “Well, you asked. Want to come to a frat party tonight with my roommate and I?”

He arches a brow, a smirk on his lips. “A
party?
”

“It’ll be fun?”

He rolls his eyes. “Ellie, I
teach
here.”

“Yeah, but it’s a mask party,” I say quickly. Liam looks at me like he’s trying to weight out how serious I am about this. Heck,
I’m
trying to weigh that out.
 

“It’ll be fun, huh?”

I nod, biting my lip. “I know it’s bad, I just… I just want to be out with you. And it’d be great for you to meet Ally,” I grin. “Even with a mask on.”

He sighs heavily, and I slip my arms around his waist. “I just want to show you off, that’s all.”