by Bianca Cole
“I think it should be illegal for professors to be as hot as him. How are we supposed to concentrate?” she whispers.
I smirk. “Yeah, you’re right. It should be.”
“It’s difficult not to daydream about what he could do to me with those big hands.” She winks.
Right when she says that the thought of Professor Tanner’s hands all over me enters my mind, again.
Shit.
I can’t spend this semester having sex daydreams about him. This class is important, and I want to pass it.
I glance over at him and find him staring right at me for the third time. I meet his gaze and feel goosebumps prickling over every inch of my skin as I hold it. Finally, when I feel like my face is about to explode, I glance down and bury my head in my copy of Ulysses.
Ally is right. Professors shouldn’t be allowed to be as hot as him. There should be a rule that they have to be middle-aged and balding. It’s going to be impossible to concentrate in this class. He is just pure sexy male perfection, and my hormones are running wild. Perhaps I can make sure I never look at him the entire time, and just listen to him. As I try to focus on his voice, it makes it worse. His voice is as hot as the rest of him.
I clear my throat and keep my head in my book. I can’t look him in the eye again. He has an effect on me like no other man ever has. If he asked me to get on my back right here and spread my legs for him, I’d do it in a heartbeat. He could take my virginity anytime, anyplace. All he would have to do is ask.
“Does anyone have questions about the assignment?”
Assignment.
What assignment? I glance over at Ally’s notebook, and it’s blank. I’ve spaced out throughout this entire lesson. I glance to my right and sigh in relief. At least Liam has been paying attention. He’s got the assignment notes written on his pad.
“Hey, I may need you to fill me in on our assignment,” I whisper.
He rolls his eyes. “Did you let the sexy professor distract you?” He raises an eyebrow.
I laugh. “Yeah, I’m surprised the professor didn’t distract you too.”
He shrugs. “I’m not a horny little virgin like you.”
My eyes return to gaze at the stunning man at the front of the hall and find he’s staring right at me again. For a few beats, I hold his gaze, until it becomes too hot to handle, and I’m breaking into a sweat. I feel like a silly schoolgirl with a crush right now. I haven’t had a crush since high-school. What the hell is this man doing to me?
3
Logan
As the class wraps up, and I dismiss the students, my eyes remain fixed on the brunette that has distracted me the entire time.
Sasha.
Even her name is sexy. I’ve noticed a jock watching her throughout the lecture. I’m taking my time to pack my shit away because he’s heading toward her. I should walk away. Normally, student’s conversations don’t hold any interest, but I need to know who this guy is to her. Could he be her boyfriend?
That thought makes me see red, and my hands clench by my side. An odd possessiveness over this girl has clawed at me the moment I set eyes on her. She has caught my attention in a bad way. For the first time in my life, I’ve taught a class with a raging hard-on.
Luckily, the pleats in my suit pants and my tight boxer briefs help hide it from my students, but it is so wrong to be this aroused while teaching.
I busy myself at my desk and perk my ear to listen to their conversation. As he speaks with Sasha, it becomes more and more clear she was involved with this jock. My jaw clenches at the thought of this guy on top of her.
Fuck no.
A foreign sense of jealousy rises inside of me.
“So, do you want to go for dinner? It would be like old times,” Jack asks.
She sighs and narrows her eyes. “Jack, we broke up for a reason. I think you should get over it and forget us.”
He runs a hand down her arm. I see her tense at his touch, and it angers me that this guy is touching her against her will. “Come on, baby. It’s not cheating when you haven’t even put out.”
Sasha glances right at me. Her eyes lock with mine, and she turns a pretty shade of pink. She looks away and glares at Jack. “It is cheating. We were dating, and I caught you balls deep in another girl.”
He shrugs. “Can you blame me? I was sexually frustrated.”
I clench my jaw. A hot rage bubbles through my veins. This asshole is talking to the stunning woman in a way that makes me want to club him. I don’t like it. He’s a jerk, and if he’s not careful, I’m going to lose it and pummel him for speaking to her like that. I breathe, trying to still my anger because that would be bad. Sexually harassing a student is bad, but physically assaulting one is on the same level, maybe worse.
The one relief I’m feeling right now is that fact she didn’t put out for this douchebag. Jack doesn’t deserve to go anywhere near her naked body. In fact, he doesn’t even deserve to talk to her.
She glances back at me again before speaking, probably aware that I’ve been watching them this entire time. I don’t even care right now. “You’re such a jerk. I will never date you again so long as I live.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder in a way that makes me want her more. “Now, stay the fuck away from me.”
I watch her storm away. I can't keep my eyes off her ass, as she struts up the stairs and out of the lecture hall.
My cock twitches in my pants at the sight of her from behind. I shouldn’t be thinking this way, let alone looking at her ass like that, even if it is a fucking amazing view.
I can’t help the smile that curves onto my lips. Sasha didn’t need me to swoop in and save her. She put that asshole in his place herself. The fact she can take care of herself makes me even more crazy for her. It makes her even sexier, even more alluring.
I can’t quite understand the relief blooming in my gut that she never slept with Jack. I shouldn’t care. It shouldn’t matter who she sleeps with, but I’m glad.
I finish packing away my papers and then head past the jock who’s still staring after the girl he cheated on. Who the hell would cheat on her? She’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I swallow hard. I need to stop thinking like that. She’s a student, and she is most definitely off-limits. Totally and utterly forbidden. I’m just sexually frustrated. That’s all it is. Once I work out this raging hard-on, I’ll be able to stop thinking about her.
I rush toward my office, as it’s my office hours. No one ever comes by, so I’m hoping I can work out this damn erection and my sexual frustration. The walk across campus feels excruciatingly long, with my hard length aching between my legs. It’s damn right crazy the fire this woman has lit inside of me.
Finally, I make it to the building with my office in and head as quickly as I can to my floor. I get into my office and sit behind my desk. I press my hand against my dick and sigh. I’ve never jerked off in my office before. I bite my lip, considering whether it’s a good idea. The need to rub one out wins over, and I unzip my pants.
I free myself from my boxer briefs and fist it in my hand. The moment my dick is in my hand, Sasha’s face pops into my mind—I can’t help it.
The way she was sucking at the end of her pen throughout the entire class was fucking torture. I’m supposed to be getting her out of my mind, but her face with pretty pink flushed cheeks pops into my mind. She looked so embarrassed when that asshole mentioned she hadn’t put out.
The image of her plump lips wrapped around the swollen head floods my mind, and I groan. I fist myself from root to tip at the thought of her perky tits bouncing as she bobs her mouth up and down my shaft. Her small hands would barely fit around the base.
Fuck.
I grunt as the cum in my balls is boiling and aching for release. I imagine her cheeks bright red as I sink inside of her. Those perfect blue eyes holding my gaze the entire time. That picture alone has me close to shooting my load all over my desk.
; My heartbeat quickens, and my hand stills on my length at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. My office is the only one used down here. I shove my painfully hard dick back into my pants and scoot under the desk to hide my erection. Who the hell is coming down here in my office hours?
Someone knocks on my door. I clear my throat. “Come in.”
My heart is pounding as I wonder if by some miracle, my fantasy is about to come true. Sasha could be behind the door.
My stomach dips as Tessa, my TA from last semester, opens the door.
“Hey, Tessa. How can I help you?”
She walks in, shutting the door behind her and stands in front of the desk. “I was wondering if you will need my help this semester.”
“I’m not sure at the moment, Tessa.” I notice she’s wearing a ridiculously short skirt. Near the end of the last semester, she became increasingly flirty, and here she is talking to me while I’ve got a hard-on. Uncomfortable is an understatement. “It’s hard to say until I figure out what kind of workload I’m dealing with.”
She nods and steps forward. “Perhaps I can help you with something else hard, professor.” She bats her eyelids at me and shifts closer to the desk.
Is she coming on to me right now? My brow furrows. “Tessa, I hope you’re not trying to cross a line with me.” I keep my voice stern.
She swallows hard and shakes her head. Her cheeks are bright red. “Of course not, sir. Sorry.”
I shake my head. “I will send you an email if I need your help this semester.”
She lingers a moment biting her lip.
“That will be all, Tessa. Please leave me to my work.”
“Yes, goodbye.” She turns and heads out of my office.
I know I’m being hard on her. She was a good TA last year, but she was becoming more inappropriate the longer she worked with me. I know I’m not an ugly guy. Being the youngest professor makes me attractive to the students because I’m forbidden. She’s a pretty girl, but she’s not going to tempt me to risk my job.
Sasha, on the other hand, If she came on to me like that, I’m not sure I’d have the willpower to resist. She has awoken something deep inside of me, something primal — a need to take and claim her as my own.
One positive is that my erection issue is no longer a problem. Tessa’s shameless flirtation put me right off. I lied to her about not being sure if I needed her help. I need a TA this semester, but not Tessa.
4
Sasha
“Professor Sexy keeps staring at you,” Ally whispers.
I shake my head and keep my face buried in my book. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous. You’re beautiful, and I know he keeps looking at you.”
I ignore her and keep my focus on the book in my hand. “He’s our professor. I think you are reading it wrong.”
She giggles and returns her attention to drooling over him. I’m trying to focus on anything but Professor Tanner, which is difficult when he is teaching the lesson. I’ve regretted the choice to sit at the front of the lecture hall ever since we started, but all the other seats are taken.
I’m so embarrassed about the fact he overheard my conversation with Jack after the last lecture. I’d noticed him watching us the entire time. He heard every word, and now he knows how much of a virgin I am. I shouldn’t care what he thinks about me. He is my professor, and that is all. Even if I wish I could fuck him. Looking at the doe-eyed stares around the room, I’m sure every girl has the same fantasy playing out in their head.
I glance up and allow myself to look at him. He’s looking even more attractive today in a ridiculously nice grey fitted suit. “What is at the core of Ulysses?” Professor Tanner asks, scanning the silent lecture hall.
His azure eyes land on me, and heat spreads across my skin. “Sasha, can you answer the question?”
I clear my throat and sit up straight. I think on the question, as I didn’t make a good impression in the last lecture. “I don’t think that’s a question which has a true answer, sir.”
His brow raises. “Explain what you mean.”
I shuffle under his gaze. “Ulysses has so many aspects it’s impossible to pin down one core plot point or one deep meaning to the story. I think, essentially, James Joyce always focused on comedy, and that was his intention with Ulysses, even if many people search for the deeper meaning behind it.”
Professor Tanner’s eyes remain fixed on me for a few beats, and my heart pounds out of my chest. He nods. “Indeed, it is one of the most complex pieces of literature ever written. No one can find one core meaning.” He gives me a panty-melting smile. “Well done, Sasha.”
My panties are soaked through from him looking at me, and I can feel them dampening my thighs. I’ve never met a man who has turned me on this much before in my life.
I sigh a breath of relief as his attention switches to the rest of the class. I can barely focus on a word he says as he continues to talk about James Joyce and Ulysses. I’m relieved he’s not looking at me anymore.
Ulysses sucks, and I can’t wait until we move onto more simple work. This novel is downright awful. It’s not that it’s bad. It’s one of the most acclaimed pieces of literature ever written, but I can’t stand it. I like to read for enjoyment. Give me Shakespeare any day over James Joyce, at least I can make more sense of it.
Ally leans toward me. “Good answer. I would have fallen to pieces if Professor Sexy asked me that question.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I laugh and shake my head. That’s Ally’s nickname for him.
Professor Sexy.
Yeah, it’s a fitting nickname. You only have to take a quick look around the room to see every girl is drooling over him. In fact, one glance to the left and even Liam is drooling over him.
I nudge him in the ribs. “Fantasizing about the professor?” I raise an eyebrow.
He shakes his head and shuffles in his seat. “Girl, of course not. You know me. I have standards.”
I laugh. “Are you telling me he doesn’t meet those standards?”
He glances over at him and sighs. “I’m not going to lie. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
I return my attention to Professor Tanner. There should be a law banning teachers from being as hot as him. He looks more like a male model than a teacher. It’s too distracting for everyone. And, it’s so embarrassing that he heard Jack talking about our sex life—or lack of.
The moment that thought crosses my mind, I glance behind me. Jack’s staring right at me with a stupid smirk on his face. He winks, and my stomach turns.
When is he going to get it through his thick skull that him and me will never happen? Surely, cheating on your girlfriend means you no longer have the right even to ask her on more dates.
I shake my head and return my attention to Professor Tanner. His beautiful blue eyes are so bright in the spotlights of the lecture hall. I’ve always found myself attracted to older men. The boys at high school and now college are just that, boys. I want a man — someone who knows what he is doing in bed. I have a feeling the man at the front of the hall would know what to do with me.
He glances right at me, and our eyes meet for a few beats. I turn my attention to the book in front of me, heat spreading through me. Why does he make me feel like this? I’m never going to pass this class. I can’t look him in the eye because of all the dirty thoughts flooding my mind. Perhaps Ally is right, and I need to get laid.
The problem is I want someone like Professor Tanner to take my virginity. Someone whose good with his hand and knows what he is doing. The few times Jack and I got intimate, and he went down on me were awful. I knew he wasn’t going to be my first time. He didn’t know what he was doing. I need someone who knows how to make me feel good.
Maybe I could find a man like him willing to do it. I’ve kept hold of my virginity this long. When I fuck for the first time, I want it to be memorable. I want it to feel good. Something tells me it would fee
l amazing with Professor Tanner, but I know he can’t be my first. He’s my professor. No matter how bad I want him, he is forbidden.
5
Logan
My eyes fix on Sasha as I pack my notes into my briefcase more slowly than I should. Her answers in class today were impressive. She’s intelligent and sexy as fuck. It makes me want her more than I did before, which is ridiculous because she is off-limits.
My cock doesn’t seem to agree. Ever since our first class, I can’t stop thinking about her. How am I going to survive this semester teaching with a hard-on?
Ally, her friend, is chatting with her as she packs away her books. My heart is racing as I prepare to ask her to be my new TA. Ever since I dismissed Tessa after she hit on me, I’ve realized I need to get a new TA as soon as possible. This is an opportunity to spend more time with Sasha.
She has already proved she’s intelligent, but I know that’s not the reason I’m asking her. The deep dark fantasy that keeps playing over and over in my mind is the reason. I want to spend time with her, and asking her to be my TA is the best way. I’m aware of how dangerous that is. The urges I have toward her are uncontrollable, but I don’t care.
Sasha’s eyes meet mine, and I take the opportunity to speak, “Sasha, can I have a word with you before you leave, please?”
Her face turns that pretty shade of pink, and it spreads down her neck. I’ve noticed the way she watches in me in class and gets embarrassed when I catch her. The problem is, I’ve been watching her way more than I should have. I’m not sure whether or not she has noticed.