by Bianca Cole
Fuck, she looks amazing. I want her to come like that wrapped around my cock, which is throbbing in my pants. I memorize the image of her with her legs spread on her desk for me. As I know, I will jerk off to this image later on. This moment is perfect. Her swollen pink flesh on show for me and her cheeks pink and flushed.
She’s perfect.
A noise outside startles me away from her, and I wipe her juices from my mouth.
Sasha sits up and pulls her panties back in place, covering her sweet, tight arousal from my view. She hops off the desk just before two students enter the lecture hall. “Thanks for the help, professor.” Her face is bright red as she turns and rushes up the stairs. Sasha’s ass sways perfectly with each step.
I run a hand through my hair and walk back to the front of the classroom to grab my briefcase. My heart is pounding in my ears. The two students don’t pay me any attention as I get the fuck out of there. The dread twisting my stomach makes me feel nauseous. That was too close.
What the hell am I doing? I’ve lost the plot. I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste her, but anyone could have caught us. The worst thing is that now I’ve had a taste of her, and I know I can’t stop.
She’s got me hung up on her. I won’t rest until I’m buried deep inside her. This situation is very bad. I’m going to break the golden rule of being a teacher. I’m going to fuck my student. Nothing can stop me now. I have to have her.
10
Sasha
My heart is pounding a few hours later as I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I can’t believe I almost got caught with Professor Tanner’s lips between my legs. It was the best feeling ever, but so naughty. I’ve never come that hard. Jack gave me oral before, but he couldn’t even get me to come. It felt nothing like that.
I never knew a man’s tongue could make me feel so good. Now I know it has to be him to fuck me. I need him to take my virginity. He’s ignited some deep, dark primal desire inside of me. The way he looks at me is fierce and possessive. Thinking about that look makes my thighs clench and ignites an aching need deep inside of me.
If we got caught, then his career would be over. I’d get the reputation as the girl trying to sleep with her professor to get good grades. It’s not like that at all, but that’s how it would come across. I don’t need to fuck my professor to get good grades. I just want him to fuck me.
None of the risks can overrule the desperate need he has ignited inside of me. I’m still wet thinking about it. How am I supposed to stop thinking about him after what happened?
I jump to my feet. I can’t wipe the damn smile of my face ever since. My body is still tingling all over, and I feel more refreshed than ever before. I head into the kitchen to make some coffee.
Ally is sitting at the table. “Hey, why are you so happy?”
I shrug. “No reason.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “You look like someone who has just had a fucking orgasm.”
My mouth hangs open, and I can feel the heat rising over every inch of my skin.
“Oh my god, you have just had an orgasm.”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You need to get laid and stop masturbating to porn. It’s not healthy.”
I roll my eyes. Where on earth she gets these so-called facts from I’ll never know. No one has ever said it’s unhealthy to masturbate. It’s far healthier than sleeping with some jock who can’t keep it in his pants.
Not to mention, she has no idea how healthy my orgasm was. On my desk, with Professor Tanner’s mouth on my clit and fingers in my pussy. I couldn’t tell her, though. I never keep things from Ally, but this is on another level.
I don’t even know what the hell is going on between Professor Tanner and me. I couldn’t explain it if I tried, and she’d probably never believe me, anyway. So, I let her believe I got myself off, because what’s the alternative? Tell her that Professor Sexy, as she calls him, finger fucked me and gave me oral on my desk after class.
I still can’t quite believe it happened. I pour myself a coffee and sit at the kitchen table.
“What are you doing tonight?” she asks.
I shrug. “I need to get caught up on some coursework.”
Ally huffs. “No, you need to come to a frat party with me.”
I laugh. “You know I hate those parties. Especially after I caught Jack with that freshman at one.”
“You’ve got to get over that. Not all the jocks and frat boys are like Jack. I need support tonight.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why?”
She bites her lip. “Well, you know Alec?”
I nod in reply.
“According to Sarah, he’s into me, and I want to get with him tonight.”
I shake my head. “What about Edward? I thought you two were a thing.”
She grabs a mug and pours herself some coffee. “Nah, he’s not very good in bed. I had to call it off after we slept together.”
I can’t believe her. She has been going on about Edward for months. She sleeps with him and then dumps his ass. “Well, I’m not going out tonight. I’ve got too much work.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. “Fine, be boring.”
I laugh and then cough. My head feels light, and my stomach churns suddenly. “Not to mention, I’m not feeling too hot right now.”
Ally places her hand on my forehead. “I guess you’re a little warm.”
“I’m going to take a lie down.”
She winks. “I’m sure you are. Make sure you don’t fantasize about Professor Sexy while you’re getting yourself off.”
I ignore her comments despite my cheeks catching on fire. I don’t need to get myself off, not after that orgasm. It was the best feeling ever, and nothing could compare.
* * *
I wake to a knock at my door the next morning. My head is pounding, and my throat stings like hell. I slept for over sixteen hours straight and didn’t even have dinner.
“Sasha, you’re going to be late for our class with Professor Sexy,” Ally calls out.
I roll over in bed to check the time. “Shit,” I mutter.
The door clicks open, and her eyes go wide. “Holy crap, you look like death.”
I groan. “Thanks a lot.”
She shakes her head. “Sorry, you just look pale.”
“Yeah, I feel like shit. I think I’ve come down with something.” I hold my hand to my forehead, which is burning up.
“So, no class for you then. I’ll let Professor Tanner know you’re ill.” She glances at her watch. “I’ve got to go, as I don’t want to be late.”
I nod my head and flop back down onto the bed. He might think I’m faking it because I don’t want to see him after what we did yesterday. A part of me is disappointed because I wanted to see Logan. I wonder if he would mind if I called him Logan, rather than professor or sir. Another part of me is relieved because I’m not sure what he is going to say or if he will say anything.
After he kissed me in his office two weeks ago, I thought that was it. I didn’t expect him to make a move. In the lecture hall after class, it felt right and natural. It would have been hot at any time, but the risk and danger made it even more exciting. I’ve never felt so alive.
I want him to fuck me even more now, but will he want to take any more risks? I shut my eyes as my head spins. I can’t believe how ill I feel. I know Professor Tanner will think I’m skipping class to avoid him. There’s no way I can tell him that’s not the case. I don’t want to avoid him. I want him to fuck me.
11
Logan
My heart is pounding hard as I near the lecture hall. The reason is Sasha. I can’t wait to see her. She didn’t attend the last class. Her friend apologized on Sasha’s behalf and told me she was sick that morning. I’d been so disappointed. It had put me in a bad mood all day.
I want to see her–no–I need to see her. She is all I can think about. The last time I saw
her, she was sitting on her desk with her legs spread wide for me, dripping wet.
As I step into the lecture hall, my stomach dips. She’s not here again. I don’t ask her friend where she is. I know how dangerous it would be to show too much interest in one student. She told me she was sick on Wednesday, so she must still be ill.
I can’t believe how disappointed I feel. Sasha is my student for fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t feel this way, like a teenage boy with a crush on a girl. It’s ridiculous. I tell myself that repeatedly, focusing on the class.
It’s no use though. All I can think about is her. I keep glancing over at her empty seat. Every time I do, I can see her there breathless with her pretty pink cheeks flushed and her tight arousal exposed. This girl is making me insane.
I float through the lesson and make them read most of the time. I’m not in the mood for asking questions or setting up a debate. I’m not in the mood for anything. All I can think about is Sasha and how I need to see her, somehow.
Once the class wraps up, I head straight for my office. It’s office hours, and I intend to do some digging on where Sasha lives. It should be on the university database. I know how dangerous it is to consider visiting her at her dorm or apartment. I don’t even know if she lives on or off-campus. The needy desperate sensation to see her is ruling my mind. I’ve never been this hung up on a woman before. Never.
I rush into my office and turn my laptop on, grabbing a bottle of water from my fridge. I sit down in front of it and pull up the university database when there is a knock at my door.
I clench my jaw. “Come in.”
Tessa pops her head in, and I can feel my irritation building. She is delaying my plans to get to Sasha. “Sorry to bother you, sir. I was wondering if I could have a word.”
I nod and signal for her to take the chair in front of my desk. She sits down and glares at me. “I heard you appointed a new TA.”
“Yes, I did,” I reply, not even bothering to look at her.
She shuffles in her seat. “I thought you were going to let me know if you needed help.”
I shake my head and glance at her. “After our last conversation, I felt it best that you not be involved this semester. You tried to cross the line, Tessa. It’s something that I can’t condone.”
Her brow furrows, and she uncrosses her legs. My eyes follow her hand as she hikes her skirt up and uncovers the fact that she’s not wearing any panties.
I snap, returning my gaze to her eyes and standing up. “Get out,” I growl.
She jumps to her feet. Her face has gone bright red. “S-Sir, I-I just…”
I shake my head. Rage pumping through my veins. This girl is insane. Coming here without panties on and trying to lure me into her. “Tessa, this is inappropriate. If you keep going down this route, I will have to report it to the dean.”
Her eyes widen, and she tightens her grip on her handbag. She nods once and then rushes out of my office.
I sink back into my chair and raise my eyes to the ceiling. What is wrong with that girl? I’d already made it clear I wasn’t interested. I rub the back of my neck and return my attention to the database.
It’s a little hypocritical to be harsh on Tessa when I want to cross the line with Sasha. I have crossed that line. I sigh and type Sasha Harman into the database. A cute picture of her comes up along with her address. I jot it down on a piece of paper and check the address to see if any other students live there.
She lives with one roommate, Ally Shaw, the blonde girl from class. I know for a fact she has a full day of class because I heard her speaking to Liam about it earlier. It means Sasha is at home alone. I’ve got to see her.
* * *
My stomach is a mess. The pounding of my heart makes my head swim. I stand outside Sasha’s door for a full two-minutes, considering whether to turn back and head back to campus. Anyone could catch me visiting a student, and it would be difficult to explain why. The need to see her wins, and I rap on the door.
I tap my foot on the ground, waiting. My heart skips a beat as I hear the lock clicking open, and then the door swings to reveal Sasha. Her dark brown hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. She’s wearing a long baggy shirt that reaches down to just above her knees.
I wonder whose shirt it is and immediately feel jealousy rising through me. It’s not hers. Sasha's stunning blue eyes widen the moment she sees me.
“S-Sir, what are you doing here?”
I glance around, checking no one I know is lurking in the street. “May I come in?”
She nods her head and steps to the side.
Once I hear the door shut, I turn to her. “Where have you been?”
“I’ve not been feeling well.”
My eyes narrow. “You look fine to me.”
She lets out a long sigh. “I wasn’t well the first lesson I missed, but I was too nervous today.”
I cock my head. “Why?”
She turns pink and gazes at the floor. “I thought you would know why.”
I step toward her, closing the gap between us. “Because I made you come hard on your desk?” I growl.
Her wide eyes shoot up to meet mine, but she says nothing.
“I was so disappointed when you weren’t there, and I had to see you,” I say softly, running a hand through my hair.
She licks her lips. “You were disappointed?”
I take another step toward her, closing the gap. There is only a foot between us. She quivers as the distance shortens. “The only exciting thing about those lessons is you.”
This time she steps closer to me and looks up into my eyes, and the fierce burning desire in them makes me lose it. I grab hold of her hips and pull her body hard against me, cupping her bare ass. Our mouths crash together in a hard, desperate kiss.
My cock swells and thickens in my pants, straining against the zipper as I taste this sweet innocent virgin. I move my finger lower, searching for those sweet pink lips nestled between her thighs. I groan as I find her lips drenched in her slick juice, ready for me.
She trembles in my arms as I deepen the kiss and move her backward toward the wall. When her back hits the wall, and her eyes shoot open. She parts from me. “Professor, we shouldn’t—”
I cut her off with another claiming kiss. I don’t want to hear her reasoning. Me and her are happening. I whisper in her ear, “I want you so bad, Sasha. I can’t stop thinking about your pretty pussy wrapped around my thick cock.”
She moans and wraps her arms around my neck, returning her lips to mine and desperately searching my mouth. Her tongue tangles with mine, and then she breaks away, breathless. “Are you saying you want to take my virginity, sir?”
I groan and pull her body even tighter to me. “Fuck, yes, I want you to come like you did on your desk in the lecture hall, but with my cock buried deep inside you.”
She licks her lips and sinks to her knees without warning. My eyes widen as she unfastens the belt of my pants, gazing up at me with those pretty blue eyes. I grab her wrist. “What are you doing?”
She smiles innocently, but this girl is anything but innocent. “I want to taste you, professor.”
I groan and loosen my grip on her wrist, allowing her to free my throbbing length from my pants.
Her eyes widen as it springs up in front of her face, the swollen head glistening with my precum. She licks her bottom lip and then wraps her delicate hands around the base, moving them up and down the shaft a few times. I hold her gaze as she looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and then her tongue darts out to lick the precum from the tip.
I growl loudly, unable to process this is happening. My student has my dick in her hands. She moans as she opens her plump lips and slips my swollen head into her hot, little mouth. It’s better than I’d imagined every fucking day for the past three weeks. She hums around me as she slurps on it, swirling her tongue around the swollen crown and teasing hot precum from the tip.
Her luscious lips bob up and down the throbbi
ng length of me, taking it in as far as she can. “Fuck yeah, baby. Be a good girl and suck me just like that,” I groan.
She moans around my dick and looks up at me with pure desire in her eyes. I slide my fingers into her brunette hair and pull her messy bun free. Her beautiful curls fall around her face, and I wrap her hair around my fist. I guide her down, coaxing her to take a little more each time.
Her moans vibrate through me, making it even fucking better. She’s getting used to my length and swallowing more of me into that beautiful mouth of hers. It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. This not so innocent virgin is devouring my dick like she is starving, starving for me.
“That’s it beautiful. Suck that cock with your perfect fucking mouth,” I groan.
She gags as I slip down her throat. Her lips pull back, but her ambition is so hot. She’s eager to please, and it’s making me crazy.
I can feel the pressure building in my balls with every bob of her mouth. She runs her tongue along the underside of my dick from the swollen head right down. She doesn’t stop, continuing a trail to lick my heavy cum-filled balls. I groan as they ache for release, and I twitch in her palm. More precum leaks from the tip, and I can feel myself on the edge of explosion. She licks back along the underside of me, swirling her tongue around the head, before sinking back down on my cock.
“Sasha, I’m going to come.” I try to pull back from her hungry lips.
She takes me in even deeper than before all the way, right down past her gag reflex. I groan as I spill my seed down her hot throat.
She swallows all of it, every last fucking drop, moaning as she licks the rest from my head.
Fuck.
Sasha gazes up at me, some of my thick creamy cum spilling down her chin. A growl rises in my chest as I grab her by the waist and lift her into my arms. I kiss her, tasting my essence on her tongue. It turns me on more. She’s such a filthy little minx.