My Dirty Professor

by Cassandra Dee

  I still don’t get it.

  “Like they weren’t high before?” I ask, shaking my head. “I mean, we fucked on an air mattress in an empty classroom; if we’d been caught, it would have been disaster for your career.”

  At that, Stone nods slowly.

  “That’s true, but I wasn’t thinking about my career,” he explains, choosing his words carefully. “I was thinking about my heart.”

  Suddenly, my pulse is pounding, the beating in my chest so thunderous, my hearing is muffled. The world is spinning on its axis.

  Stone turns to me, his blue eyes full of feeling.

  “Baby,” he remarks quietly. “When you came over for dinner, I realized this wasn’t some lunchtime fuck. This wasn’t some dalliance that I was going to shrug off with no emotions. You were so amazing, so gorgeous, and so perfect, I wanted to bury myself in you, keep you with me, and make you mine. And that shook me to my core. It shouldn’t have, but it did.”

  I’m so overwhelmed by his words that I just stare at him with wide eyes. I was perfect? Gorgeous? Stone had wanted to make me his? Oh god, this is beyond my wildest dreams. I can hardly believe my ears. I’d thought Stone was going to offer some lame excuse like “I was really busy” or even “my grandmother died,” but instead, he’s declaring himself. Stone Phillips is speaking words I’ve never heard a man say before, and my heart jumps into my mouth.

  But something still doesn’t jive, and I’m cautious after a year apart.

  “Stone,” I say slowly, “if I meant all that to you, then your actions make even less sense. If that was true, then I should have been the first person you told when you left town. The first person you reached out to. Why would you ghost someone you love?”

  With that, finally, the words are said. They are out in the open. I half-expect Stone to deny that he loves me, to state that what I’d just said was an overstatement, but the big man doesn’t fight it. He just nods soberly. His blue eyes are clear, acknowledging the truth and the rightness of my words.

  “I know, honey,” he whispers quietly. “It makes no sense, but trust me, I did it for you.”

  “For me?” I repeat, dumbfounded, my cheeks coloring. “Don’t turn this around,” I warn. “There was nothing worse than realizing that you’d left town without a word. Do you know how depressed I was? How miserable? How I’ve been walking around in a fog for an entire year?”

  Stone reaches a hand out and takes my small palm in his. His fingers are square and warm around mine.

  “Honey, there’s not a day that I don’t think about it,” he says roughly, emotion filling his voice. “But the problem is that you’re a terrible liar. Every emotion, every feeling can be read on your face. You’re an open book, baby, and if someone had asked you, you’d have given everything away.”

  “So what?” I ask, still confused, shaking my head. “Why would that matter?”

  “Because you’re a young girl. If someone discovered us, it was better if you’d been used and then deserted. It was better if you knew nothing about me or where I was.”

  “So you were doing it to save your own ass?” I ask slowly. “You didn’t want to be found?”

  Stone shakes his head exasperatedly at that.

  “No, honey. That’s not what I’m saying at all. They can find me all they want; I don’t give two shits about that. It’s you. You can’t tell a lie, Evie. It’s impossible for you. And if someone found out about us and reported it to the police, I wanted you to be honest and to be able to say, ‘I was used and abused by Stone Phillips, and I have no idea where that fucker is now.’ I didn’t want you to be pulled deeper into the web, so a clean break was best.”

  I nod a little now. It’s starting to make more sense.

  “So if someone had caught onto us, you wanted me to tell the truth – that you’d left me high and dry?” I clarify slowly.

  “Exactly,” he confirms, his blue eyes boring into mine. “I wanted you to tell the truth, even though it was painful, because we were swimming in dangerous waters, baby. Think about what we were doing. We’d gone from fucking in a classroom to full-on dating, me cooking you dinner, making love to you, and worshipping your beautiful body. This was no fling; this was no passing infatuation. Honey, we were doing couple things, acting like a couple, and if people had found out, everything would have been ruined.”

  “Does it make more sense now?” he continues on gently. “It was better to cut off all contact so that if we were discovered, you could say honestly that you had no idea what happened. It was tough, but simpler this way.”

  I shake my head, somewhat confused still. I can’t accept it because there are so many what-ifs and maybes. It’s like all of the different branches on a decision tree, gnarled and loopy. So I shake my head and bite my lip, saving it for later. My brain cells are so fried at the moment that I just want to keep going, to figure out more.

  “So what’s different now then?” I ask slowly. “Why are you back?”

  Stone smiles at me then, gentle and caring, his blue eyes filled with emotion.

  “Why do you think?” he rumbles low in his throat, a finger trailing down my cheek.

  I pause for a moment, trying to ignore the shivers running down my spine.

  “Well, I’m clearly not a high school student anymore, and you’re not my teacher,” I mutter slowly. “But you’re still way older than me.”

  “Eight years,” he interrupts.

  “Eight years,” I repeat, nodding slowly. “Let me guess – it’s different because I’m in college now?”

  Stone shoots me a wry grin.

  “It’s more than that. Everything’s different, baby,” he says pointedly. “You don’t live at home anymore, you’re not a little girl under the watchful eyes of your parents, and you’re not a dependent anymore. You’re a single woman making your own way in the world and paying for your own life. And yeah, you’re eighteen, a college student, so it’s not so freaky to be dating someone older. Especially since I’m not your teacher anymore.”

  “Right, you’re not my biology teacher anymore,” I comment slowly. “So, what are you?”

  Stone is silent for a moment. “What do you want me to be?” he asks softly and seriously. His eyes are eating me up, swallowing me whole.

  “I-I don’t know,” I answer honestly, resisting the pull. “This has been a lot to process in a short amount of time. You were gone, and now you’re back, and I’m just not sure,” I shrug, suddenly feeling hopeless.

  “That’s true,” the big man rumbles, his eyes understanding as he trails a finger across my jaw. The contact is electric. “But what does your body tell you?”

  I shiver visibly then, my pupils dilating and my breath coming fast at his closeness. I feel as though I’m drowning in the blue depths of him.

  “My body says,” I pant a little, leaning in toward him, “that it wants you.”

  “Then why don’t you focus on that for right now?” he murmurs against my lips. “There have been a lot of changes recently, I’ll give you that. But why don’t you relax a little and let go with a man who loves you?”

  It’s those words that turn the tide. I still don’t know what to think about Stone’s abrupt departure, the lack of notice, and the fact he’d left me high and dry. But now, my alpha male is back, and he’s telling me that he loves me, that he’d done it all for me, no less. And there is truth in his words. I’m a bad liar, and it made sense to cut things off cleanly until we got into safer waters. So I am tempted by his words, definitely, but there is one last question that remains.

  “Why do you keep saying this was all for me?” I ask, curious, my eyes quizzical. “You had just as much on the table as well. I mean, you were going to lose your job. You lost your job,” I correct myself.

  But Stone just laughs at that and sits back a little before pulling me onto his lap and pressing my curves against his big form.

  “Honey, the last person I was worried about was me,” he admits, nipping at my ear ge
ntly as his hands run up and down my thighs. Oh god, it feels so good. His touch is warm and his fingers are gentle as they stroke along my sensitive flesh. Without meaning to, I whine and twist in his lap, my mouth instinctively turning toward him, begging for a kiss.

  And Stone goes for it, taking my lips authoritatively. His mouth is firm and commanding, licking at the seam between my lips before breaking contact and coming up for air, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring.

  “Fuck, baby. I can’t believe you do this to me,” he growls, hauling me closer. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard my dick is after just one kiss?”

  I giggle because his rod is so huge and stiff pressing against my ass. It’s like a steel bar against my curvy flesh. And I have every intention of helping him relieve that pressure, vent some of the steam, but first, I want an answer.

  “Stone,” I whisper gently, looking up into his eyes, “what about you? Why weren’t you afraid for yourself?”

  “Because I had nothing to be afraid of,” he growls, pulling me close again. “Honey, have you ever heard of Phillips Packaging? You know, the Fortune 500 company?”

  I nod slowly. “Sure, but what does that have to do with us? I mean … are you related to them?” I ask, jumping back all of a sudden.

  He nods slowly, his face serious.

  “I’m not just related; I’m the heir apparent,” he admits wryly. “You’re looking at the CEO of Phillips.”

  My jaw drops. Suddenly, the incredible luxury surrounding us makes sense. There is no way he could afford this on a teacher’s income, even if he had years of salary saved.

  “That’s where you got all of this, isn’t it?” I ask, my chin trembling as I gesture to the house, the pool, and the car parked out front. “You’re a rich man. Even that apartment in NYC,” I realize slowly. “The company was paying for it, weren’t they?”

  Stone taps me on the nose with his index finger, his eyes dancing.

  “No, not exactly. The company didn’t pay for the apartment, nor do they pay for this house,” he says, his eyes sweeping across the luxurious surroundings. “My trust fund bought these things, and it was time I began contributing to the family business after living off of its largesse for so long.”

  But still, there’s something missing.

  “But what about being a teacher?” I ask slowly, shaking my head. “I thought you loved your chosen profession. Plus, you really knew your stuff. Stone, you were great in front of a classroom. Truly talented.”

  He leans in to give me a swift kiss before straightening again, his eyes gleaming. “Thanks, baby, I appreciate that. Yeah, teaching is something that I’ve always wanted to do,” he reflects contemplatively. “Educate kids, work with my brain. And I had a good run, but I’d been thinking of leaving the profession for a couple of years, believe it or not,” he admits wryly. “My grandfather’s sick and can’t man the helm for much longer, plus a bunch of my relatives are nitwits who can’t possibly sail this ship. So it’s me,” he states with a shrug. “My dad’s going to be the chairman, and I’ll be the CEO. We’ll work in tandem until my dad retires, and then it’ll be all me.”

  I gape a little.

  “You-you’re going to be running Phillips Packaging?” I ask, disbelief in my eyes. “But what do you know about the business?”

  At those words, Stone taps me lightly on the nose.

  “You know, little girl, you can be so amazing and yet so insulting, all at once,” he remarks dryly. “Sure, you know me as your biology teacher, but what do you think I’ve been doing since I was nine years old? That’s right, I’ve been working at the Phillips factory since I was a kid, child labor laws be damned. My family didn’t hesitate to put me to work. They figured it would help me learn the business early.”

  “So it’s really true then,” I gasp. “You’re taking the reins of the family company.”

  Stone grins at me then. “Actually, I’m not taking the reins; I’ve already taken the reins.” He winks. “I was named CEO last week, installed as the head of the corporation, and there’s a ton of shit to do.”

  “So why are you here now then?” I ask. “If you’re so busy, then why are you here?”

  Stone throws up his hands before pulling me closer. My breasts are touching his chest now, my softness pressed up against his hardness.

  “I swear, Evie, have you not heard anything I’ve said? I’m in love with you!” He’s suddenly serious again, gripping my chin in his hand so that I look deep into his eyes. “I stayed away because I wanted you to get on your feet and become independent first. And now that I’m back,” he says determinedly, “it’s time to start up again.”

  With that, I give in. My heart is pumping and my pulse is racing at a million miles an hour. Because although I haven’t completely internalized Stone’s explanation, I do understand the words “I love you,” “I’ve fallen in love with you,” and “I’m in love with you.” And my lover has said those words repeatedly during our conversation; he’s said them again and again for my benefit, to help explain things and to help resolve outstanding issues.

  So I throw my arms around him and catch his mouth in a kiss, infusing it with everything I feel for the man. With how much I’ve missed him and how much I adore him still.

  “Fuck me, Stone,” I breathe. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  And the big man groans deep in his throat, his hands possessive on my back, trailing up and down before reaching in front to cup my tits. Squeezing and fondling them, he pulls the nips, making me squeal.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” he growls. “You’re a horny little girl with a slutty little cunt and a dirty little mouth. And baby,” he pauses for emphasis, “I fucking love it.”

  And I mewl into his mouth, twisting and turning and begging him to kiss me. The man obliges. His mouth slams onto mine, demanding and possessive, making me gasp with need. Stone drinks in each exhale, breathing me in and savoring my essence.

  “Fuck, little girl,” he moans hoarsely, his mouth trailing up and down my neck. “I’ve missed you so much. Let’s get you out of this.” His hands are already pulling at the wrap, the flimsy material gauzy and sheer.

  But I have other ideas. Standing up, I lean down for a kiss before backing away.

  “Stone,” I murmur sinuously, “I want to dance for you.”

  At that image, Stone groans, leaning back on the lounger. His face is hungry and ravenous, and he has a huge tent at his groin. But he nods, his eyes eating me up.

  “Make it quick, baby. Otherwise, I’m going to rip that shit off of you.”

  Slowly, I begin swaying on the deck of the pool. I twist this way and that, letting internal music play as I run my hands through my hair, the brown curls a glorious fall. Slowly, I undo the string tie of my wrap and stroke the fabric off my shoulders, letting the gauzy material drop to my feet.

  “Oh fuck,” Stone groans, his eyes fastened to my curvy form. His dick is out now, already stiff and dripping at the tip. “Oh fuck, little girl, make it quick. I’ve got to get in you,” he rasps, his hand moving up and down his shaft, fisting it in a tight squeeze. There is so much pre-come that his rod is already shiny. The lube highlights every bulging vein and the raging red helmet at the top.

  I lick my lips lasciviously, running my little pink tongue over my lips suggestively.

  “You like?” I ask, cupping a breast through my swimsuit. “You like?” I breathe huskily.

  Stone is like a man on fire. “Take … it … off,” he commands, his fist pumping even faster now.

  Without any further ado, I begin undoing the zip at the front of my swimsuit. My outfit is already ungodly tight. I’d put on a couple pounds, so the spandex hugs my curves like a glove, my boobs are squeezed out the sides, and the thigh cut-outs are indecently high. As I unzip the front zipper and the black material peels back, my boobs literally burst out with relief, liberated from their confinement.

  “Oh, big boy,” I coo, toying with a fat pink nipple. “See
this?” I say, pulling at the hard tip and popping it like a cork. “She misses you.”

  All that Stone can do is let out an incoherent cry, an “aaaargh” from the back of his throat, as he strokes harder and faster.

  I just smile. This is all part of the plan. Swaying gently still, I pull the zipper down even more until the swimsuit is completely split down the front, a hint of my pussy right at the very bottom.

  “See that?” I moan, trailing one hand down and letting my fingers dip into my secret vee. “See? I want you so badly,” I moan again, pulling my fingers out and showing them to him. My digits are covered in luscious liquid, so much that the tips are literally dripping with sex fluid. And going with the flow, I lean forward to thrust them into his mouth.

  “Drink it, big boy,” I command, my eyes hot on his. “Drink up my pussy nectar.”

  And he obeys, his tongue circling around my fingers and licking up the sides, ravenous for the taste of my cunt.

  “Oh fuck,” he mumbles between sloppy slurps. “Oh fuck.”

  Teasingly, I pull them away, taking a few licks at my fingers myself. Fuck, the taste is heavenly. I’d been eating well, and my snatch juice is sweet and tangy, tangible evidence of my arousal. Fuck, no wonder Stone is so turned on.

  But I haven’t gotten to the finale of my dance yet. Stripping off the rest of the black nylon, I prance nude over to a leaf rake I’d glimpsed over by the side of the pool, shaking my ass the entire way and turning back once or twice to shoot him a coy smile and stick a finger down my crevice to tease him.

  Stone is almost red in the face by now, his hand moving so fast and so furious on his pole that I’m not sure there will be any left for me. But I know what I want, and I’m determined to finish my show. The leaf rake is going to be my toy, my prop in this sexy dance. It has a five foot handle, a long pole connected to a net at one end, and is used to fish leaves out of the swimming pool. Picking it up, I lick the tip of the handle. Mmm, the rubber is light blue and warm from the sun, exactly what I want. Gripping the pole, I drag it back to Stone and coo at him.