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

by Bianca Cole

  My chest swells at how feisty she is. She can stick up for herself against pricks like him. She doesn’t need me to protect her, even if I want to.

  I get out from behind the sofa and walk toward her. Her face is flushed red, and her eyes are filled with tears. My heart aches, seeing her upset over such an idiot.

  He has no idea what he lost out on when he cheated on her. I pull her into a hug, and she rests her head against my chest. “I wanted to come out and punch that dickhead in the face the entire time.”

  Her eyes widen, and she glances up at me. “You couldn’t do that. You would lose your job, and I’d—”

  I kiss her, silencing her reasoning. I don’t want to hear it. She’s mine, and I’ve got to be with her. Yes, she’s my pupil, but I don’t care. I’ve claimed her, and no boy is going near her again.

  “You’re mine, Sasha. I’d do anything to keep you safe,” I growl against her lips.

  She moans and glances at me with a look of disbelief.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” I order.

  “I’m yours, sir.”

  I bite her plump bottom lip between my teeth. “Good girl.” I pull a contact card out of my jacket pocket. “Text me later, okay?”

  She takes it and smiles. “Okay, I’ll text you.”

  I sink my fingertips into her hips and pull her toward me, kissing her one last time. My tongue searches her mouth, claiming it. She’s mine, and she better know it. I’ve never been so possessive over a woman, but Sasha turns me into a damn caveman. I’d do anything to keep her safe.

  The gushing of water stops and plunges the entire apartment into silence.

  Her eyes widen, and she glances down the hallway. “You need to go now.”

  She opens the door and pushes me out of it. I don’t want to leave Sasha, but I have to. As the door slams shut, I turn and head down the steps. I glance around the area, making certain no one saw me leaving.

  Then, with a heavy heart, I walk in the direction of the university campus. I’m going to have to make up some bullshit excuse about why I missed my freshman class this afternoon. The dean won’t be too happy. Somehow, I can’t bring myself to give a shit. I just took my student, claimed her, and it was damn well worth it.

  14

  Sasha

  My room smells like Logan. His heady cologne is strong, lingering in the air and on my sheets. I hope that Ally doesn’t notice. I’ve got a feeling I smell of him too. My heart beats out of my chest as I get dressed into a pair of pants and a top.

  I can’t stop thinking about what we just did. It was the single most amazing experience of my life. He made me feel better than I ever believed possible, and I want to do it again and again. My body reacts to him in a way I’ve never known before with any other boy. The thing is, he isn’t a boy, he’s a man. He made me come three times. I may be a virgin, but anything I ever imagined never came close to what he did to me.

  Our time together was overshadowed by my asshole of an ex. I can’t believe Jack turned up here being a dick like that. Not to mention, if Logan had left a few moments earlier, he would have stumbled right into him. I’m not sure how I would have explained why my professor was in my apartment.

  The sweet ache lingering between my thighs reminds me of our time together as I sit at the kitchen table—the table he licked me on — the table where he made me come all over his face. My phone buzzes against the wood, and I pick it up.

  Logan: I can’t stop thinking about you, baby.

  I smile down at the message. I’d sent Logan a text soon after he left, so he had my number too. Butterflies beat around in my stomach as I re-read it.

  A sinking sensation ensues in my gut. Logan and I can’t be together, but I have a feeling this is more than sex for me. He makes me feel safe and happy when we’re together. It’s ridiculous, but when I’m with him, everything feels right and natural. There’s no way that we could ever be with each other in that way, and let’s be honest, why would he want to be with me? I’m a young, immature student, and he is a hot sexy man.

  I type in a reply. I can’t stop thinking about you either. I want you to fuck me again.

  Ally still hasn’t come out of her room yet. Somehow, I need to get this off my chest without telling her the whole truth. If I don’t tell her I lost my virginity, I feel like I’m going to go insane. She’s my best friend, and we talk about everything. I know I can trust Ally. I could tell her I had sex with Professor Sexy, but it’s his career that I’d be risking.

  The phone buzzes again: Logan: Your so naughty, Sasha. I can’t wait to punish you.

  My thighs clench at the thought. I’m about to reply when an image pops onto my screen of his huge cock in his hands. A tingling ache ignites between my thighs, and another message comes through.

  I can’t stop thinking about the way it felt when you came all over my cock.

  I shuffle in my seat, suddenly very aroused.

  The click of Ally’s door opening down the hallway makes my heart beat faster, and I lock my phone. “You look better,” she says as she steps into the kitchen. “You’re glowing like a girl who had a good fucking, which isn’t possible.”

  My cheeks heat, and I gaze at the table in shame.

  “No fucking way. You have had sex.”

  I nod and glance up at her.

  “At last.” She throws her hands in the air. “Who with?”

  I swallow hard, unsure about how to play this. I know I’ve got to lie to her, and it feels so wrong. “You don’t know him.”

  Her eyes widen, and she sits down next to me, grabbing my hand. “This is huge, and of course I know him. I know all the guys that go to our college.”

  She is so promiscuous it’s ridiculous. “He doesn’t go to our college.”

  “Oh, so is he older then?” Her eyebrow raises.

  My stomach twists with uncertainty as I question whether I should have told her at all. “Yeah, he’s in his thirties and works nearby. I met him at the library in town,” I lie.

  She bounces in her seat. “Older men are so hot. I bet he was good in bed.”

  I shrug. “I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it was good.”

  “Did he make you come?”

  I nod. “Three times.”

  Her eyes widen. “Fuck me. I’m lucky if I come once with a guy.” She sighs. “I need to get myself an older man to fuck.” Her face falls serious for a second. “Are you going to see him again?”

  I shrug. “Yeah, we’re going to see how it goes.”

  “Maybe he has a single friend.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I’d like to meet him, though.”

  My stomach does a backflip. “It’s early days, maybe when I get to know him better.”

  “It sounds like you got to know him pretty well already.” She raises her eyebrows.

  I laugh. “Yeah, but I don’t want to scare him off, introducing him to my friends too early.”

  “True. Guys can be such weirdos about that stuff.” She rolls her eyes. “How about we go out for drinks to celebrate?”

  Drinks.

  I need something to distract me from the fact I’m gagging for him already. “Sounds good.” It’s what I need right now. An evening to unwind and have a few drinks with my best friend.

  After almost getting caught red-handed with my college professor in my bedroom, I need a stiff drink.

  * * *

  We head out to a bar that evening. Logan and I have been texting all night, and he asked what I was doing. The moment I told him I was going out, he insisted on running into me at the same place. He has no idea how dangerous that is. Ally isn’t stupid. If we don’t act professional, then she might catch on to what happened between us.

  I sit in the booth with my friends, unable to concentrate on what they’re talking about. All I can do is keep stealing glances at the entrance, waiting for him to show. Ally invited a couple of her friends from cheerleading, and Liam agreed to come out with us.

  “Girl, you seem a b
it on edge,” Liam says, nudging me.

  I sigh, glancing up at him. “I’m fine. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

  He smiles. “I know that look. You’ve got cock on the brain.”

  I feel my face flushing. “No, I-It’s not…Did Ally tell you?”

  He nods. “You know that motor mouth can’t keep anything to herself.” He shrugs. “Besides, it’s not like it was a secret, was it?”

  I open my mouth to answer him when my eyes flick to the entrance. It’s as if I could feel his presence enter the room. A flicker of electricity caressing my skin the moment his eyes land on me. I meet his gaze and try to keep my composure, despite my heart rate speeding up and my panties soaking through.

  Liam clears his throat, and I glance back at him. “No, it wasn’t a secret,” I reply.

  He smiles and pats my back. “I’m glad you’ve taken the plunge.”

  My eyes flick back to Logan, who is walking straight over to our table. My heart is knocking against my rib cage.

  “Professor Tanner,” Ally shouts, noticing him before he gets to us.

  “Hello Ally, having fun?” he asks.

  “You bet! Do you want to join us?” She bats her eyelids at him, and I feel a little jealousy rise inside me. I want everyone to know that he is mine, which is ridiculous because we’ve slept together once.

  “That wouldn’t be appropriate.” His eyes flick between everyone at the table but linger on me last. “I hope you are all making progress on the essay I set for you.” He holds my gaze for longer than he should.

  My eyes travel to his crotch, which is bulging in his tight pants, making my mouth dry. I want him so bad it almost hurts.

  “Of course, sir. We just needed to celebrate tonight the fact Sasha’s no longer a girl but a woman,” Ally says.

  My face heats, and I feel like I’m going to die. Ally can be a real dick when she’s drunk.

  Logan clears his throat, his eyes wide at the comment. “I see.” He glances at me one more time before returning Ally’s gaze. “Well, I hope you all have a good evening.” I watch him walk away toward a booth a few tables down.

  A handsome man, not much older than him, stands and pulls him into a hug. It must be his friend, Wes. He said he was going to meet his friend for a drink.

  “Thanks a lot, Ally,” I say.

  She looks at me. “What?”

  I shake my head, not bothering to reply to her. I get up and head for the bathroom at the back of the bar, not even looking at Logan as I pass by. The heat flooding my skin makes me feel sick. I can’t believe she said that in front of him. Now he might think I told her that he fucked me. I’m thankful there is no one else in the bathroom. I head for the sink and brace my hands either side of it for a moment. Then I turn on the tap, splashing some water over my face. I gaze at myself in the mirror, wondering what on earth I was thinking fucking my professor.

  My heart skips a beat as the door opens and I look up into the mirror to see Logan standing behind me. He marches straight toward me and grabs my hips possessively, as if he owns me, pulling me against him. “I’ve fucking missed you, baby girl.”

  My body arches into him, pressing the bulge in his pants against my ass. “I-It’s only been a few hours.” He’s so insatiable it’s insane.

  “A few hours too long.” He kisses my neck, nibbling on my ear lobe and making me moan. Then he pushes me forcefully toward a cubicle.

  My heart pounds as he locks it and then turns me around.

  He captures my lips in a hard kiss. “I need to fuck you right here, right now, Sasha.”

  I moan loudly. “Yes, please fuck me.” My panties soak through.

  He turns me back around and lifts my skirt to get access to me. His rough fingers graze against my skin as he pulls my wet panties off. My body is already on the edge of orgasm, and he has barely even touched me yet.

  “Fuck, you’re are so fucking wet, Sasha,” he groans, thrusting his fingers into me, making me moan. “Wet from thinking about my thick cock, naughty girl.” He slaps my ass and then licks the column of my neck, making me squeal. “You’ve got to be quiet for me, baby,” he whispers.

  I nod in reply and buck against his fingers. He thrusts in and out a few times, but it’s not enough.

  “Sir, please fuck me,” I whisper. “I need to feel you filling me.”

  He groans, and I hear him unzipping his pants behind me. My thighs quiver at the thought of his huge, hard cock stretching me again. He pulls my hips back toward him again, and his thickness throbs against my backside. A gush of liquid spills down my thighs at the anticipation of being so stuffed again as I glance back, trying to get a glimpse of him. His hands tighten around my hips, and he pulls back to allow the big swollen head of his cock rest against my slippery, wet entrance.

  I gasp — my back arching to get him inside.

  Logan groans behind me as he pushes his hips forward, sinking every single inch inside slowly. The fire catches almost instantly, and the pressure builds quicker than I’ve ever known before.

  “Oh my god,” I moan, trying not to be too loud.

  My muscles clamp around him, already on the edge of orgasm before he’s even started to fuck me. Logan moves in and out, and I know I’m on the edge of explosion. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, plunging deeper than I ever believed possible.

  “Fuck,” I cry out. The pressure explodes inside of me, and my orgasm rocks through my entire body, making me quiver as my channel tightens around his hard, throbbing cock.

  “Baby, you are so responsive.” Logan slaps my ass. “That’s it, make that naughty little pussy come for me. I want you to coat my cock in your sweet cum,” he whispers in my ear.

  He moves in and out, building that hot fiery pressure inside of me for the second time. I’m shaking from the pleasure of my first orgasm, trying not to cry out as he fucks me hard and fast.

  Something about him fucking me here, in a bathroom, with my friends in the bar a few meters away, increases the excitement and my arousal. My moans are impossible to stifle, and Logan places his hand over my mouth to muffle the noise. The move forces me to arch my back toward him and drives him deeper inside of me. We get lost in each other’s bodies, moving as one as we both head toward our pleasure with no reserve.

  He’s fucking me hard and rough. I never thought I’d love it this hard, but it is making me so hot. The pressure inside me becoming almost impossible to stand. The slap of our flesh clashing echoes around the small washroom as his hand connects with my ass, forcing me to bite down on his finger.

  He grunts, and I feel his hot sticky cum splashing inside of me. The warm sensation of his dick spurting his thick, creamy cum deep inside me sends me over the edge, and I come again. An unbelievably forceful sensation that lights up every pleasure center in my body, making every muscle shake and convulse.

  Our breathing is erratic as we rest there for a moment. He slides his softening dick out of me and shoves it back in his pants, zipping them up. I feel so dirty right now, but I love it. My panties are on the floor, and he picks them up and passes them to me. “Thanks,” I say.

  He kisses me hard and long, making me moan again. “I’ve got to get back before Wes notices I’ve been gone too long.”

  “Is he your lawyer friend?” I ask.

  He nods. “Yeah, moved here from New York to join the Heisman firm.”

  I nod. “I hope you have a good night.”

  He kisses me again. “It would be much better if I could spend it with you, but that was fucking amazing. You’re amazing.” He lets himself out of the cubicle and turns to me once more. “I’ll text you later, baby.” He winks, before leaving me standing there with his cum dripping from my slit.

  I clean myself up before heading back out to my friends. Although, I can still feel his cum dripping from out of me and soaking into my panties. It makes me feel so dirty, and I like it more than I should. I never knew what I was missing all these years. Sex is so damn good with him.
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br />   Liam glances up at me and frowns. “You were gone for a long time.”

  My face turns hot, but I shrug. “I needed to freshen up.”

  He smirks. “Sure.” His eyes flick to Logan, who has just sat down and then back at me. He winks.

  My heart rate spikes. Does Liam know? Shit. I can feel all the blood draining from my face.

  He lowers his voice so only I can hear. “Don’t worry, babe.” He pats my shoulder. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m no motor mouth.”

  How does he know? I swallow hard and nod. “How did you–”

  He holds his hand up and cuts me off. “I’ve got a bit of a sixth sense for these things. The chemistry is through the damn roof between you two. I’ve noticed the way he looks at you, like a man in love.”

  My brow furrows at that. Logan isn’t in love with me. Hell, he barely even knows me. Sure, there is some crazy sexual chemistry between us, but love? No way.

  15

  Logan

  I can’t stop thinking about Sasha. It’s driving me wild. I’m like a teenage boy all over again. It doesn’t matter how many times I have her. It’s never enough. I’m sitting in my apartment, waiting for her to arrive, and I’m going out of my mind.

  This weekend I’ve got a plan to take her away for a mini-break, somewhere we can be together without worrying about being seen.

  It’s been impossible not to wonder whether she feels something more these past two weeks. I’m too scared to ask her. Ever since we met, I knew I wanted her. Not just to fuck her but to be with her, own her, make her mine. Forever.

  The thing is, she is young, and in the prime of her life, she wouldn’t want to settle down with me. It makes my heartache that this might all end at some point. I love spending time with her. When we slept together, I wasn’t sure what would happen. All I knew was that I couldn’t leave her alone. If she were to fuck someone else, it would break me.

  The doorbell rings, and I shoot to my feet. The prospect of seeing her makes my heart race. It’s ridiculous. I saw her yesterday afternoon in class.