Filthy Professor: A First Time Professor and Student Romance (Wynton Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  She bites her bottom lip innocently, making me harder. “Of course, sir.”

  Ally turns to her. “Do you want me to wait for you?”

  I’m relieved when she shakes her head. Some dark part of me longs to be alone with her. “It’s fine. I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

  Ally winks and whispers something in Sasha’s ear. Something embarrassing, as she turns a deeper shade of pink.

  My balls clench at the thought of being alone with this girl. I can’t stop thinking about her in the most inappropriate ways. Bent over my desk, ass high and her tight pussy slick and wet, ready for my dick.

  Ally flicks her hair over her shoulder. “Okay, see you later.” Ally glances back at me and winks. “Bye, Professor.”

  “Goodbye, Ally.” I’m used to the female students being flirty with me. It’s part of the job when you’re the youngest professor in the college. They are drawn to the forbidden. I’d rather it was Sasha flirting with me than her friend, though.

  My mind is at war with my dick right now. Sasha being my TA, is a bad idea, a very bad idea. But, I can’t seem to control these primal desires ruling my actions.

  I watch Sasha as she finishes packing away her books, before throwing the strap of her backpack over her left shoulder. She’s wearing a tight black crop top today that showcases her beautiful full breasts and tight waist-high burgundy trousers. My eyes roam her entire body. I notice she’s wearing a pair of black heels that make her hips swing as she walks toward me. Her cheeks are still a pretty pink as she stops a few feet away from me. “Is there something wrong, sir?”

  Sir.

  Damn it. When she calls me sir, it turns me on more than it should. All I can think about is her calling me sir, while I’m balls deep inside her.

  I step around the desk and close the gap between us. She’s even more stunning close-up. Her bright blue eyes gaze up at me, and she licks her bottom lip. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

  “I’ve been impressed with you in this class.” I can’t help my voice from sounding husky. “I was hoping you would agree to TA for one of my introductory courses this semester.”

  Her eyes widen, and she opens her mouth and then shuts it again.

  “Unfortunately, my previous TA quit on me the other night rather suddenly,” I add.

  She glances up at me. “Why me?”

  I shrug. “You seem like a smart and capable young woman.” And, I can’t stop thinking about fucking you. I leave that part out of this discussion.

  A slight smile pulls at her lips. “What, from one answer?”

  I raise an eyebrow. “It was the best answer anyone gave me today.” I run a hand through my hair, realizing this is an unconventional way to appoint a TA. “I need a replacement as soon as possible.”

  She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth before speaking, “Okay, what do I need to do?”

  “It’s easy. I will guide you through it.” I glance at my watch. “My office hours start in one hour. Would you be able to swing by?”

  “Sure, I’ll see you in an hour, professor.”

  I nod my head, and she turns to leave. I can’t help but watch the way her hips sway and how good her ass looks in those tight pants as she walks. It’s impossible not to imagine how good it would look bare and parked in my lap. I’m walking a dangerous path, asking her to be my TA.

  Anytime she’s near me. My shaft is as hard as iron. I pick up my briefcase and head straight for my office on the other side of campus. I need to jerk off, and then I’ll be fine. If I take care of my stiffy now, then I’ll be less distracted when she comes to my office in one hours’ time.

  I shove my hands in my pockets to lessen the bulge in my pants and head across campus in a hurry. My tight boxer briefs help hide the hard-on, but I know it’s still possible to detect. The building which houses my little office comes into view, and I can’t get in there quick enough. I head up the stairs to the third floor where my office is. The hallway is deserted.

  Perfect.

  I pull my keys from my jacket and unlock my office door, locking it quickly. I unzip my pants to grip the base of my throbbing dick and free it. I sigh as I stroke myself up and down from root to tip. It’s a relief to free it from the restrictive confines of my tight briefs.

  The image of Sasha chewing on her lip flashes into my mind straight away. I lean my back against the door and shut my eyes. She’s too fucking beautiful.

  I can’t help but picture her naked. Her curvy body and perfect breasts bouncing up and down as she wraps her lips around the head of my dick. Those beautiful blue eyes holding my gaze as she does.

  I want to kiss her lips hard, bite her nipples, and lick her clit until she comes on my mouth. I want to fuck her so hard she can’t remember her own name. I want to fuck her so hard the only name she can think of is mine.

  The image of her bobbing up and down on my huge length has my balls aching for release. Imagining the way her tits would bounce as she rose and fell, her hard, pink nipples perfect and pointing toward me.

  The fantasy of her riding my dick has my balls clenching up and releasing rope after rope of thick, creamy cum right onto the hardwood floor of my office. “Sasha…” I mutter her name under my breath as more cum shoots from my dick. I force my semi-hard length back into my pants and grab a tissue to clear up my mess. She’ll be here in less than an hour, and I’ve got cum all over the floor.

  The thought of her in this office makes my balls ache. I’ve got a feeling jerking off in my office beforehand isn’t going to help me with this situation. The moment she walks through that door looking sexy as hell, I’ll be hard again.

  At least I’ve relieved myself, for now. It was becoming painful. Hopefully, I’ll be able to keep myself under control when Sasha gets here, but the blood rushing south at the mere thought of her name tells me I’m in way over my head.

  6

  Sasha

  Butterflies beat around in my stomach, as I head toward Professor Tanner’s office. He makes me nervous. The thought of being alone with him in his office also makes me hot as hell. I’ve made a note to bring at least two changes of underwear to college.

  I changed my panties right after our class, but during the last hour, they’ve soaked through again thinking about him. I’m not sure how I will handle being alone with him. Ally might be right. I’m so sexually frustrated, and perhaps I do just need to get laid.

  He is so powerful and domineering. I’ve never been around a man who makes me quiver every time he makes eye contact with me. I swallow hard as I get to his door. My hands are shaking. The words Professor Logan Tanner are on the door sign.

  Logan.

  Even his first name is hot. Why do I feel like a schoolgirl with a silly little crush?

  I lift my hand to knock on his door and bite my lip. I don’t know if I can stand being his TA all semester. He’s too hot to handle. Being alone with him in a room, I know I won’t be able to think straight, let alone be any help. I knock the door anyway as I know the worst thing I could do is not show up after he asked me here. That would be difficult to explain.

  “Come in,” his deep voice calls from the other side of the door.

  Fuck.

  I can feel my face flushing, and I haven’t even stepped into the room yet. How am I even supposed to speak to the guy when he makes me this nervous? I open the door and step into his office. He's not wearing his jacket and his white shirt's sleeves are rolled up his corded arms. His tie is off and my mouth dries as I notice his shirt is unbuttoned. I can see his hard chest.

  I ache between my thighs the moment I clap eyes on him. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to stop the painful throbbing. How can just looking at a man get me this worked up?

  I lick my lips and open my mouth to speak, “I-I’m here as you requested, sir.”

  His eyes wander from my face down my body and then back up. It makes me even hotter. It feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes. “Yes, Sasha.” I quiver, h
earing him say my name. “I could use your help this afternoon on grading some freshman papers.”

  I nod and set my bag down to one side. “Of course, sir.”

  “Have a seat over there.” He points to a small desk and chair to one side of his office.

  I walk toward it, stumbling as I’m burning up under his intense gaze. My heart is pounding in my ears. My hands are shaking as I reach for the chair and settle down into it.

  He grabs some papers off his desk and stands. I watch him as he strides toward me. His strong masculine scent fills the room and makes me even wetter. He sets the papers down on my desk and leans over me. “You’re a Junior, so you will remember writing these papers. I want you to have a go at grading them. You’re intelligent enough to carry it out. I’m sure.” He sets a guide down for grading them next to it.

  “Okay, thanks.” I lick my lips and focus on the first paper. It seems strange to be have such an important job. His eyes remain fixed to me, and he hasn’t moved away yet. “Any questions?”

  “No, I’ll let you know if I have any.”

  He smirks and returns to sit behind his desk. Silence fills the room as we both focus on the papers, but I can’t help but steal glances at him now and then. Most of the time, I find he’s staring right at me too, and I avert my gaze.

  My heart hammers as I glance up at him to find for once his eyes aren’t focused on me. I drink in his beautiful face. He is the most stunning man I’ve ever laid eyes on and even more so up this close in this compact space. My mind wanders as I stare at him, thinking about how his hands would feel on my naked body. The way it would feel if he bent me over his desk and took my virginity right here and now.

  I end up staring too long, and he catches me. His bright blue eyes burn into mine, and I glance away. How am I supposed to be his TA when all I can do is think about him fucking me?

  I gaze down at the paper I’ve been grading and then up at the clock. I’ve been here for twenty minutes, and I’ve only graded one paper. I push my filthy thoughts about the man sitting a few feet away out of my mind and focus on the next paper. Time goes by, and I focus on the grading and detach my mind from the man sitting behind the desk.

  The buzz of my mobile phone echoes through the room. “Oh, sorry, sir.”

  He smiles at me. “There’s no rule about having your phone on while being my TA. Check it.”

  I smile back and dig my phone out of my pocket.

  Ally: Where the hell are you? Did Professor Sexy bend you over his desk and fuck you?

  I can feel my face turning bright red. I’m not sure why I’m so embarrassed. It’s not like Professor Tanner can see what is on my phone, but I can feel his eyes on me. I almost type I wish but refrain. I can’t stop thinking about him taking my virginity. Needy desire has spread through me ever since I walked into his class, and it makes me feel weak. Not that it matters. He’s my professor and off-limits. As if he would even want me, anyway.

  Me: He asked me to TA for him for a freshman class. I’m helping him grade papers.

  I send the text off and focus on the paper I’m grading. I’ve only got a couple more to do. The phone buzzes again, and I glance down.

  Ally: I’m sure you are.

  I shake my head and ignore her last text. My eyes instinctively shift to Professor Tanner, who is watching me intently. His lips curved into that heart-melting smile. I clench my thighs together and glance down at the paper. I’m sure I need to change my panties again because they are soaked right through. Next time I’ll bring another spare pair in my bag. All I can hope is that my pants don’t have a wet spot because that would be beyond embarrassing.

  I shuffle in my seat and glance back at the paper I’m grading. Not too long, and I can get the hell out of here. My sexual frustration has never been so high. I know what I’ll be doing as soon as I get home–my dildo has been getting a lot of use since I started Professor Tanner’s class, and it seems it will get more later. I’ll be rubbing my clit and getting myself off thinking about Logan Tanner. It feels like I’m going to combust if I don’t get myself off soon.

  7

  Logan

  A comfortable silence charged with sexual tension fills the room as Sasha works on helping grade the papers for the freshman class. I wonder if I’m the only one feeling the sexual tension or whether she feels it too. I’ve caught her staring at me twice already.

  I’m never so comfortable around people I don’t know. Something about Sasha puts me at ease. I smile to myself slightly as I gaze at her. She sits at the desk in the corner of my office. Her brow furrowed as she concentrates on the work. She doesn’t have to do anything, and she looks sexy.

  I mean, it’s been damn difficult to concentrate on anything with her here. I’ve been hard the entire time, even though I relieved myself before she arrived. She’s so beautiful it’s impossible not to stare, almost irresistible, but I know I have to resist her. She keeps calling me sir. It’s driving me wild. Each time I catch her staring, she turns bright pink and breaks my eye contact. Is it possible that she finds me attractive too?

  “How are you getting on?” I ask, so I can see her blue eyes stare up at me.

  She gazes at me. “Okay, I think.” She bites her lip.

  I smile and pat the seat next to my desk. “Let me look at the paper you’re grading at the moment.” Then my eyes go to my crotch, and I realize that was a mistake. While sitting down, my pants pleats don’t hide the bulge as well, which is as hard as steel.

  She swallows hard and then saunters toward me. I’m certain she has no idea how sexy she is or how hard she makes me. She sits in the seat next to me, and her eyes go to my crotch. She chews on her lip at the sight of my erection.

  I cough and shuffle in my seat to ease the tension and get her eyes off my crotch. “Right, let’s see how you are getting on.” I keep my voice stern, realizing I’m inches away from crossing a line.

  Her face goes red as she stares at me. “S-Sure.” She passes me the paper she’s been working on, and our fingers brush together.

  Electricity shoots through my entire body at the feel of her soft skin against mine. Tension fills the air as we gaze into each other’s eyes for a few beats.

  Fuck.

  I feel my dick jump in my pants. This situation is terrible. I shouldn’t have asked her to sit anywhere near me. She’s looking anywhere but at me right now. She clears her throat as I try to focus on anything to get my erection down, but it’s no use. Her sweet jasmine scent is making me harder. My dick is swelling in my pants.

  She gazes at me again. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see she’s looking at the bulge in my pants. Then I see her hand moving toward my crotch.

  I catch her wrist and stop her. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growl.

  “I-I… Y-You looked like you could use some help, sir.” Her face has gone even redder now.

  Sir.

  That word again. Somehow when Sasha says it, it sounds dirty, although I know that’s my filthy mind imagining her saying it as I fuck her hard and make her moan. “Sasha… I.” I can’t even get the words out. This hot as hell girl wants to help me out, and I’m stopping her. “You can’t.” I push her arm away, even though I want to tell her to grab my dick out and slip it between her plump full lips.

  She stands, turning a bright red. “Sorry, I best get going.”

  I stand too and take a step toward her. “Sasha, shit.” I run a hand through my hair. “It’s not that I don’t want you.”

  She glances at me. Her innocent blue eyes are wide.

  “Fuck, do I want you,” I growl.

  She recoils at the use of that word and bites her bottom lip. “So, what’s the problem?”

  I shake my head. “It’s against college policy. I could lose my job.”

  Her throat bobs. “I’m so sorry.” She turns to grab her bag, but I’ve already lost my shit.

  I walk after her and pin her against the door. My hands on either side of her before she can r
each for the doorknob.

  She turns to face me. “Sir?” Her voice is a high-pitched squeak.

  I press my muscled body against hers, and my hand slides to her hips, pulling her tight against me.

  She gasps and arches her back as I press every hard, throbbing inch against her through my pants and gaze into her eyes.

  “You’re driving me crazy, Sasha. Do you know what you do to me?” I groan, allowing my hands to wander and cup her ass in those tight pants she’s wearing.

  She shakes her head, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

  I growl, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my hard, swollen length straining at my pants, making her eyes widen. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”

  She moves her hand to grip me through my pants and strokes my length through the fabric. My sticky precum soaks into my boxers as she works me up and down, making my balls ache for release.

  I shut my eyes and enjoy the feel of her delicate hand, even if it is through my pants. When I open my eyes, she’s gazing up at me. Her pupils dilated with pure longing. I well and truly lose it.

  I growl and pull her hips into me, kissing her hard, running my tongue over the seam of her mouth, forcing her to part tentatively. Sasha moans deeply into me, as I delve into her mouth and taste her, claim her.

  I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.

  Sasha’s arms wrap around my neck, and she presses herself into me, moaning into my lips. She grinds hard against me. Her arousal rocking against my dick, making more precum spill into my boxers.

  A bang outside in the hallway startles us apart. It’s like reality has slapped me hard in the face, bringing me back to my senses. What I’m doing hits me like a ton of bricks. I take a step back.

  Her eyes are wide, and she’s breathless. Her luscious lips are swollen from the kiss, and her cheeks are pink. She’s never looked as good as she does right now.