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

by Bianca Cole

  “Shit, I’m sorry, Sasha.” I run a hand through my hair and step back again. “Perhaps you being my TA is a bad idea.” I swallow hard, as I know that’s not what I want. I want her close to me all the time.

  She went for my dick, and I lost control. Sasha makes me lose control. I know how dangerous that is.

  Her eyes are full of determination as she takes a step forward. “Don’t apologize. I-I want you to help me with something.” She bites her bottom lip between her teeth.

  My eyes narrow. “What can I help you with, Sasha?” My voice is husky and breathless.

  She drags the tip of her tongue against her lip, drawing my eyes back to them. “The thing is, I’m a virgin. I’ve done stuff with guys but never had full-on sex.”

  Holy shit.

  I get even harder at hearing that news. How the hell is that possible?

  She gazes down, suddenly shy. “I want to have sex.” she shuffles on the spot. “With you.”

  My balls ache for release in my pants. I blink a few times, trying to process the fact this sexy woman is a virgin. She is untouched. That makes this even more fucking hot, but also far more complicated.

  Her first time shouldn’t be up against a wall or over my desk. Her first time should be with someone she trusts and cares for, not her professor. The thought of anyone else inside her makes me hot with possessive anger.

  If I turn her away, a jock like Jack will end up claiming her virginity. That makes me angry. The mere thought of one of those jocks pumping and dumping her on her first time makes my fists clench. When I was Jack’s age, I had no idea how to fuck a woman properly. She needs someone who knows how to make her feel good. She needs me.

  How the fuck am I supposed to stay in control when she wants me to take her virginity? My head swims as my brain tries to process what the hell is happening here. I’m sure it’s starved of blood right now as It’s all gone south. The one thing I know is I can’t fuck her. She’s my student. I could lose everything.

  She’s staring at me with those bright blue eyes. I want to kiss her, hold her, make her mine. I should be the only man to claim this beautiful untouched virgin. My common sense and dick are fighting a war right now.

  Silence fills the room for far too long. I can see her losing the confidence it took to tell me she is a virgin. “I’m sorry, sir. I best get going.” She turns and grabs her bag. Without a word, she slips out of my office, leaving me staring after her.

  Although I wanted to grab her and kiss her again, I let her go. I need time to think. She dropped a huge bombshell on me. I can’t act rash. No matter how much I want to give her the time of her life, I need to think about my career. If I were to fuck a student and get caught, I could lose everything.

  A sinking dread twists my stomach. As I know at some point, Sasha might get drunk at a party and end up fucking some jock or frat boy. I know no boy at college could make her first time as good as I could. She’s put me in a position I never believed I’d be in. I want to break the number one rule of teaching for her. Never under any circumstances, get involved with a student.

  8

  Sasha

  It’s awkward in class. Two weeks have passed since I told Professor Tanner I want him to take my virginity. I’m not sure what I was thinking. When he asked me to sit next to him, and I saw how hard he was, I couldn’t resist.

  He kissed me. I can still feel that phantom kiss on my lips two weeks later. They tingle just thinking about it. I can’t keep my mind off the way his large hands felt on my waist, and his hard body felt pressed against me, pinning me to the wall. He was rough and gentle at the same time. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had.

  I can’t stop thinking about how he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his throbbing length. I loved how his huge length felt beneath my fingers as I stroked him through his pants. It was a fantasy come true, which ended too soon. I wanted him to fuck me on his desk, but that was never going to happen.

  His words still repeat in my mind like a broken record. Fuck, do I want you. The way he growled those words makes me soaking wet just thinking about it.

  I want him more than ever, and it sucks that nothing will happen again. It was foolish to think he would act on those desires and fuck me. He has too much to lose. His job, his career, his entire reputation. It’s kind of hard to believe he would want me, anyway. An inexperienced virgin like me can’t be a turn on to a man like him. It probably put him off.

  His sexy as sin voice surrounds me as he tells us what we’re going to be doing in class today I’ve been keeping my head down ever since, trying not to make eye contact with him. A few times I’ve caught his eyes on me and made eye contact, and it was awkward as hell.

  It’s so embarrassing, and I feel so uncomfortable in his class now. I’ve even considered switching to a different subject. The problem is, I want to take this subject, and there’s no other class that fulfills my requirements that I can fit into my schedule. It’s important to my studies. I can’t let a stupid kiss get in the way of that.

  Ally questioned why I was his TA for one day, and I had to tell her I didn’t do a good enough job. I hate lying to her, but I knew I couldn’t tell her what happened. I’ve got to suck it up and get on with my life and try to forget about it, forget about him.

  Nothing has happened in the last two weeks, and nothing will. Although, it doesn’t help that listening to him speak in class, soaks my panties right through. I’m too turned on by this man to concentrate on anything he’s saying.

  “We’re going to debate the importance of literature in society today.” I watch his large dominate form as he walks back to his desk and grabs a piece of paper off it. “I’m going to split you into groups for the debate.”

  He reads off the names of the first group, and people shuffle to one side of the room. I’m glad that I’m not in the same group as Jack as he finishes reading the names. “The rest of you will be in the opposing group.” He sets the list down and turns back to us. His eyes go straight to me, and I dip my head. “I’d like the first group to start, please. Who would like to go first?”

  Jack lifts his hand in the air. This will be good.

  “Okay, Jack. Start when you’re ready.” Professor Tanner says, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

  He stands up. “Yeah, I don’t think literature is that important to society. I believe humans have evolved to condition more to movies and television for growth. Literature is outdated.”

  Professor Tanner raises an eyebrow, and his face twists into a slight scowl at Jack’s answer because it’s not very informed. “I see. Who from the other team has a different opinion?”

  My hand shoots into the air, and I regret it the moment his eyes land on me. Professor Tanner’s lips curve into that beautiful smile. “Sasha, please go ahead.”

  I glance at Jack, who is glaring at me. “I think that is wrong. Literature has always been, and always will be important to society. It helps people understand one another. In a society where people interact and communicate less and less in their day to day lives, it’s even more important. It links us together and helps us see the world from other people’s perspectives.” I run a hand through my hair. “Television and movies are a way of detaching ourselves from humanity and reality. They serve to feed our escapism, which literature can do, but more often than not, literature has a deeper meaning.”

  Professor Tanner gives me an appreciative nod and smiles at me. “That is a sound argument. Well done, Sasha.”

  I feel heat spreading through me from my head right down to my toes as his eyes linger on me. The memories of his body pressed up against me flash through my mind, and my panties soak through more.

  Fuck’s sake.

  I want this man too badly.

  Finally, his eyes leave me, and Ally elbows me. “Professor Sexy likes you.” She winks.

  If she knew what happened in his office the other week, then she wouldn’t be joking. I had debated telling her several times. She is m
y best friend, but I didn’t want to get him into trouble. His career could end because of our kiss. It was something that I couldn’t risk telling her no matter how much I wanted to.

  I glance over at him again as he asks someone else to weigh in on the debate. Another student starts to delve into the importance of literature in society.

  The flash of approval in his eyes when I gave my answer made my heart swell. I’ve got to stop feeling like this around him, but since that kiss, it’s almost impossible. I know I can’t have him, but he is all I want.

  As I scan the room, my gaze meets Jack’s. He’s glaring at me with flared nostrils, and his face is red and flushed. He looks like he wants to beat me up. He’s such an arrogant asshole. I know he is pissed off because I made him look bad in the debate. That was one of his pet-hates—being made to look bad. If he doesn’t want to look bad, he shouldn’t be taking this damn class.

  It’s like he’s obsessed with me ever since I broke it off with him at the end of the last year. If he had shown as much interest in me while we were together, and not fucked another girl, maybe I wouldn’t have broken up with him.

  There’s no way I would date him again. Ally keeps telling me I need to find another guy to date so I can move on, but it’s not that simple. The jocks and frat boys here are all the same. They’re all immature and sex-crazed. I want a man, not a boy.

  After Professor Tanner kissed me, that fact became clear. I’ve never been kissed the way he kissed me. I need someone like Logan to take my virginity, preferably I need Logan to take my virginity. My heart is set on him being my first.

  9

  Logan

  That cheating asshole, Jack, is heading straight over to speak to Sasha. I linger after class on purpose. If I have to step in and stop him being a dick to her, then I will. A foreign sense of possessiveness over this girl has ruled me ever since I met her, even more so since I stuck my tongue down her throat.

  I’ve noticed how often Jack stares at her in class, and it makes my blood boil. I may not be able to take her virginity, but I sure as hell don’t want him to.

  “Sasha, what the fuck was that?” Jack asks.

  She frowns. “What are you on about?”

  He shakes his head. “You made me look fucking stupid in that debate.”

  She shrugs. “It was a debate. I made my case, and you made yours.” Sasha continues to pack up her stuff away, but the asshole grabs hold of her arm forcefully.

  I can feel the rage rising in my chest, tightening around my heart.

  “Don’t be a fucking prudish bitch. If you do that again, I will—”

  That does it. “Jack, get your hands off of her.” I step forward, unable to watch him treat her like this any longer. His hand loosens from her arm, and he spins toward me. “What do you think you are doing?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “No offense, Professor, but I’m having a private conversation with my girlfriend.”

  “Ex-girlfriend, douchebag,” Sasha spits.

  Jack spins toward her. “You would be lucky to have me as your boyfriend.”

  I clear my throat as it’s all I can do to stop myself from punching this guy in the face. “Jack, it’s clear she’s not interested in your advances. Now leave the girl alone.”

  He shakes his head. “Bitch needs to know her place. She made me look a fool.”

  I can feel the rage bubbling beneath my skin. “You made yourself look a fool. Get out of my sight now,” I boom.

  Jack’s eyes widen, and the color drains from his face. I watch as he glares at Sasha again, before rushing out of the lecture hall.

  My attention turns to her. She’s white as a sheet as she stares down at the desk.

  “Are you okay?” I step toward her so there’s only a foot between us. The air is charged with a tension that both of us can sense. It’s like there’s electricity charging the airwaves between us anytime we get close to each other.

  She glances up at me and meets my gaze. I shouldn’t be getting this close to her, not after what I did last time. I hate that she has been avoiding me ever since that kiss, the kiss which set my entire world on fire. The kiss I can’t stop thinking about.

  She barely makes eye contact with me all class and hasn’t mentioned being my TA. Not that I expected her to after I stuck my tongue down her throat. After she told me she wanted me to take her virginity, and I said nothing.

  She shrugs. “I-I’m fine, Professor… You didn’t need to step in. He’s just a mouthy asshole.”

  My fingers are tingling to reach out and touch her. “I know,” I say softly. “He made me so mad. I hate to see anyone speak to you like that.”

  She licks her bottom lip, and our eyes connect for a few beats too long. My length presses harder against my zipper, and I feel the precum leaking from my swollen head.

  She averts my gaze. “Thank you,” her voice is quiet.

  I can’t resist closing the gap between us, even though I know how dangerous it is—especially here. My finger hooks under her chin, and I lift her face to meet my gaze, making her tremble at my touch. “Sasha, you’re too good for that guy.”

  She stares into my eyes with unmasked hunger that makes my balls ache for release, a longing pulsing in those blue gems of hers. It’s like she’s asking me to kiss her.

  I growl and pull her into me, crashing my lips to hers in a hard kiss. Sasha melts into me, moaning as her body relaxes, and my arms circle her waist. My tongue runs along the seam of her plump lips, forcing them open so I can taste her again. She moans into my mouth louder and claws at my wide shoulders, pulling me tighter into her.

  Two weeks without being this close to the woman I crave was torture, and finally, I feel right again.

  I’m not thinking anymore. All I care about is claiming my student and making her mine. My arms tighten around her waist, hoisting her up onto her desk. I part her thighs with my legs, stepping between them.

  She gasps as my fingers tighten around her bare thighs possessively. I trace a line up her creamy, soft thighs with my fingers, making them quiver. Sasha pulls back from my lips. “Sir, someone could walk in on us,” she gasps, as I rub her through the sticky, wet cotton of her panties.

  “Someone could, but I don’t give a shit,” I growl, making her tense against me. “I want you, Sasha.” I rub her through her panties again, focusing on her clit. “From the feel of your dripping wet panties, you want me too,” I groan, kissing her neck. “You’re so wet for me.”

  She cries out as I rub her clit through the cotton and bites her lip hard. “I’m always wet for you, sir,” she moans.

  I groan, as I move the fabric of her panties to one side, parting her slippery wet lips with my finger, coating it in her sweet juice and then rubbing her clit.

  She moans loud, digging her fingers into my shoulders. “Sir, please.”

  I pull back a little and stare into her eyes. “What do you want, Sasha? Tell me.” I’m still rubbing her clit.

  She bites her lips, and her cheeks turn pink. “I want you to fuck me.”

  My cock is straining so hard against my pants, it feels like it might rip through. “Fuck, you do, do you?” I ask, still rubbing her. “You’re a dirty girl who wants her Professor to take her virginity with his huge cock. You want me to stretch out that tight, virgin pussy.” I groan.

  She moans as I slide my finger into her. Fuck, she’s so tight, so wet. I want to feel her tight, wet lips wrapped around my throbbing length. My common sense has flown out the window, and all that matters to me now is making Sasha mine.

  I lean closer and whisper, “Is that what you want, Sasha? Your Professor to take your virginity?”

  She nods her head and moans. I’m no longer aware of where I am. The only thing I’m aware of is this beautiful creature sitting in front of me, willing me to touch her. I spread her legs and kneel in front of her to get a taste.

  Her beautiful pink pussy is glistening with her slick arousal. I kiss her and taste her sweet as hell juices as she t
angles her finger in my hair, moaning loudly. Anyone walking past the lecture hall would hear her, but I don’t care. My dick is ruling my head.

  Her swollen clit is inviting me to lick it as I plunge my finger in and out of her. I flick my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves once. She bucks her hips, trying to get more from me. I hold her still with my other hand. I keep moving my finger in and out of her, curling it inside. I hit the right spot inside of her and lick the sweet nectar spilling from her. I know when I’ve found the spot because she makes the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard.

  My cock swells and thickens in response, throbbing against the zipper of my pants. I taste the sweet nectar between her wet lips while plunging two fingers in and out. She tastes as sweet as honey.

  I focus my attention on her clit, and the moment my tongue connects with the sensitive bundle of nerves again, she jolts. I have to hold her down with my hand. She’s trying to press her hips closer to my mouth, and a loud moan escapes her lips.

  “Sasha, try to keep it down. Unless you want us to get caught.” I raise an eyebrow.

  She bites down on her bottom lip and nods as I return to feast on her. My mouth moves across her tender skin, dragging my tongue and teeth across her throbbing clit.

  She’s trying hard not to make too much noise, as everything I do to her winds her body tighter. Her channel clenches around my fingers as she bucks against my hand, trying to drive my fingers deeper. I add a third finger, and it’s so damn tight. I can feel the pressure building deep inside her as her muscles flutter around my fingers, and damn do I wish it was my cock inside her. She’s trembling beneath my hand and panting loud.

  “Professor, I’m going to come,” she whispers, biting her lip.

  I pull my lips away from her clit. “Good, come for me now,” I growl, before returning to suck on the hard, throbbing nub that makes her cry out.

  She comes hard around my fingers, panting, and moaning. Her muscles clench down around me. I can’t believe how quick I got her to orgasm as her entire body spasms, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her cum spills from her lips and soaks my tongue, making me groan.