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

by Bianca Cole

  “That’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” She swivels in my arms and kisses me gently. “I’m sorry, I told Ally about us,” she blurts out.

  Panic blooms in my gut. “Really? What did she say?”

  She smiles. “She was supportive.”

  Relief spreads through my chest to hear her friend hasn’t got a problem with us being together. At least that’s one person who has been won around to our side. “Well, that’s good news. Now we’ve got to work out what to do about the dean.”

  She trembles in my arms and bites her lip. “Jack turned up at my apartment today.”

  My brow furrows. “What did Jack want?”

  Tears fill her eyes as she gazes up at me. “He said if I don’t have sex with him that he is going to tell the entire school that I’ve been fucking you.”

  Rage courses through my veins, and my grip tightens on Sasha’s hips. There is no way that boy is laying a hand on her. I pull back and gaze into her eyes, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “He won’t go near you,” I growl. “I won’t let him lay a hand on you.” I pull her close, and she melts into my arms. “Don’t worry. I will fix this, baby.”

  She nods and pulls her arms tighten around my waist. There is no way I’m letting anyone hurt her, not now or ever. We pull away, and I guide her through to my kitchen. The world seems to be against us at the moment — first, the dean, and then Jack. Before Sasha arrived, I spent a couple of hours studying the sexual harassment memo, as well as the college rules.

  As far as I can tell, if there is a mutual and consensual agreement to date, there is no rule against a legal age college student and professor dating. The problem is she is one of my current pupils, and that seems to be where the rules are a little hazy. I don’t intend to bring it up yet, though. Instead, I want to enjoy the evening. At some point tonight, I have to talk to her about my feelings. But right now I want to enjoy her.

  I set a plate of lasagna and salad in front of her, and she sighs. “Sexy and a good cook. How did I get so lucky?”

  I smirk. “I’ve been asking myself the same question.”

  She blushes at that comment and looks down. A comfortable silence settles between us as we tuck into the food.

  She moans as she takes the third bite of my lasagna. “This is amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

  “My mom taught me. She’s great. I reckon you two will get on well.” I freeze as I realize what I just said. I suggested that she was going to meet my mom. We’re so not at that point yet. I don’t even know if she truly wants to be with me. My feelings could all be one-sided.

  Sasha tenses, and she looks a little surprised by my mention of meeting my family. I wonder if that is the answer to the question on the tip of my tongue. She doesn’t see this as any more than sex or a fun fling.

  We continue chatting over dinner, and she tells me about her family. I keep the conversation light as fear over her true feelings hold me back from telling her how I feel.

  “That was delicious,” Sasha says, as she finishes off her bowl of homemade tiramisu.

  I can’t help but smile at her. “I’m glad you like my cooking.”

  She holds my gaze and licks her lips in a way that makes my cock thicken instantly, making precum spill into my boxer briefs.

  “Are you ready for a second helping of dessert?” I ask, resting my hand on my throbbing cock.

  She nods and stands up, sauntering toward me. I smile when she straddles my lap and kisses me hard. After a few moments, she pulls back.

  “Professor?”

  “What is it, Sasha?”

  “Can you fuck me in the ass tonight?” she asks in that sweet but not so innocent voice.

  My dick hardens even more and throbs against her ass. “Are you sure you can handle my thick cock stretching out your ass?” I nuzzle her neck.

  She nods and bites on my bottom lip. “I want your big cock stretching my ass, sir.”

  I growl and claim her mouth with my own. She’s such a dirty girl. “You’re a naughty girl that needs punishing.” I lift her in my arms and carry her toward my bedroom.

  Sasha giggles as I kiss her neck. “Punish me, professor.”

  She knows what to do and say to make my balls ache for release. I set her down in the middle of my bed and strip her clothes off. She reaches for mine, but I stop her. “No, I’m in control. You’re a naughty girl, and I’m going to punish you.”

  I bite her nipples lightly, and she gasps. I trail kisses down her stomach to her slick mound. She’s wetter than ever, thinking about my dick in her ass. The last thing I want to do is hurt her, though. Her first anal sex and my cock isn’t exactly on the small side.

  I turn her over and groan. The butt plug I bought her is still firmly wedged in her tight asshole from earlier. “You’re wearing this still?”

  She wiggles her ass. “I like how it feels. I wanted to be ready for you.”

  I growl loudly, before licking her and tasting her sweet, honeyed juices leaking from her pretty pink lips. She moans and bucks her hips toward me, trying to get more from me.

  I reach for the butt plug and slowly, gently pull it out. Her hole is gaping slightly and pink. It looks like heaven. I lick her there before tongue fucking her ass, making her moan and her pussy even wetter. I stick my fingers in between her slippery lips, sliding inside and curling them, finding the perfect spot that makes her scream.

  “Logan,” she screams my name, as I keep tonguing her ass and plunging my fingers into her slick cunt. She grinds back against me, forcing my tongue deeper into her ass. I stop and remove my soaking wet fingers from her center, and slowly ease one into her tight little hole.

  She whimpers beneath me and grinds her hips back against my finger.

  “Do you like having my finger deep in your asshole, baby?”

  She nods her head and moans.

  I slap her ass cheeks, leaving a pink mark on her creamy soft skin. “Naughty girl,” I growl.

  “Fuck, Logan,” she screams my name, and her asshole tightens around my finger, clamping down as she comes hard.

  “That’s it. Come with my finger in your ass.” I remove my fingers from her hole and dip my tongue inside her sweet lips to taste the honeyed cum pouring from them.

  “You come so fucking well for me, baby,” I groan.

  I slap her ass cheek again, leaving a pink mark on the other side. She moans louder while I tongue-fuck her ass. She bucks backward onto my tongue as if she needs more.

  My dick is painful in my pants. It wants to be buried to the hilt in her tight asshole so bad.

  “Are you ready, baby?” I ask.

  She nods. “Yes, professor, please fuck my ass.” She glances back at me, and her eyes dilate with pure longing.

  “Not too fast. I’m going to stretch your hole even more first.” I grab a bottle of lube off my side table and smother her hole. I slide one finger in and out first, getting more and more lube inside her. Slowly I add another finger and then another until I’ve got all three fingers stretching her hole and adding more and more lube. The last thing I want is to hurt her.

  She’s moaning and writhing in pleasure. “Logan, fuck, I’m coming again,” she screams.

  Fuck yeah. Sasha loves it more than I thought was possible. Her muscles contract around my fingers, squeezing them inside her tight channel. I’m satisfied she’s ready, so I turn my attention to my clothes. She’s whimpering below me as I remove my shirt and then pants, before freeing myself from my restrictive boxer briefs. All the while, she glances back, watching me. “Are you ready to feel this in that tight virgin ass?” I ask, grabbing my shaft and staring into those fiery blue eyes.

  She nods. “Fuck, yes,” she moans.

  I turn my attention to my throbbing dick, the crown glistening with sticky precum. I smother it in lube. Then return to her asshole, adding more lube, before kneeling behind her and thrusting between her ass cheeks, rubbing the underside of my throbbing length against her puckered hole.
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  Her body quivers beneath me, and she moans. “Please, Logan.” She gasps as I smack her ass. “Please fuck me in the ass. Please. ” Her voice is full of desire.

  She is so far gone and begging me to fuck her ass, and it makes me crazy. I push the swollen crown of my against her tight little hole. The butt plug and my fingers have stretched her enough to allow it to slide through the tight muscles and into her hot tight channel.

  I stop still to make sure I haven’t hurt her. “Relax, baby. Breathe deep breaths,” I say, rubbing her back in a soothing motion.

  I feel her body relax beneath me on command. She takes in a long deep breath. My dick sinks further into her tight pink hole, encasing me in her hot tight ass. Inch after inch sinks in until I’m halfway, and it’s so fucking tight. “Are you okay?”

  She moans. “Fuck, yes.”

  I continue and push again, sinking further and further inside, until my balls are resting against her sensitive nub. I glance down to see her hungry little virgin hole has taken every inch. The sight threatens to have me coming inside her. I tear my eyes away and focus on controlling myself.

  She bucks her hips to move me in and out. “Please fuck me, sir.”

  Holy shit.

  She loves it in her ass, and I’m the one that needs a moment to adjust to her perfect hole.

  I feel the cum boiling in my balls, aching for release. “It’s going to be tough to last long inside your tight little ass.”

  She moans as I move my hips in and out. She bucks backward, trying to drive my dick even deeper inside her channel.

  I groan, as I pick up the pace and fuck her. She gushes with each thrust as I rub her hard, throbbing clit with my fingers.

  She moans my name, “Logan, fuck me.”

  She spurs me on as I thrust into her harder. My balls slap against sensitive mound as I increase the tempo. I grunt hard as I force myself to hold out. Her moans are like music to my ears. I hold still and grab her hair, pulling her toward me. “Move onto your side,” I order.

  She does as I say, keeping me inside her ass. I kiss her shoulder and then bite her neck, before thrusting into her from behind. I reach around and rub her clit while thrusting hard into her.

  “Fuck me harder, Logan,” she moans as her eyes roll back in her head.

  I grip hold of her throat, kissing her and moving in and out of her tight hole harder and faster. The pressure in my balls is almost unbearable, but I want to give it to her how she wants. I’m claiming every part of this beautiful woman as my own. I’m making sure I ruin her for all other men so that the only man she ever wants is me.

  She’s moaning and muttering incoherent things as I fuck her, nibbling on her ear at the same time and rubbing her swollen clit. I need her to come around my hard cock, but if this goes on much longer, I won’t be able to last. I bite her neck and grab her throat again as I force myself to hold on.

  The moment I grab her throat, she trembles against me. Her muscles spasm and tighten, and I know she’s about to come.

  “Fuck, Logan. I’m coming.”

  My balls clench, hearing her say that. “Yes, baby, come for me, milk me with your tight asshole.”

  One last thrust makes her scream with pleasure. She comes with her entire body, and her tight channel squeezes around my dick. I grunt against her neck as she milks me for all I’m worth. My balls release every drop of hot cum deep inside her virgin ass, marking her as mine.

  We rest together for a while, neither of us saying a word or moving. Finally, I pull out and pull her close into my chest. Our heavy breathing fills the air. She hasn’t said a word, and I worry I may have hurt her. “Are you okay?”

  She looks up at me. “Yeah, I’m better than okay. That was amazing.”

  I smile. Glad that I didn’t hurt her and that she enjoyed it. I settle back down on my back and enjoy holding her.

  Then I realize I need to bring up the hardest thing this evening, whether Sasha wants to be with me. I’ve never feared rejection more than I do right now. Rubbing circles across her back with my thumb, I ask her, “Sasha, do you want to be with me?” My stomach is a mess as I wait for her answer nervously.

  “Yes, I want to be with you,” she says softly.

  A whisper of hope flutters in my chest, but I’m not sure she understands. I can’t imagine my life without her, but does she feel the same? She’s only twenty years old. She has her whole life ahead of her. I swallow hard, scared to pry anymore into her feelings.

  “Why?” I ask.

  She looks up at me, a little confused by the question. “Why do I want to be with you?”

  I nod and bite my lip.

  “Because when I’m with you, I feel happy. Happier than I’ve ever felt before. You make me feel safe, Logan. I think…” She trails off, looking vulnerable.

  I grab her hand and squeeze it. “Keep going.”

  “Logan, I think I’ve fallen for you.” She turns bright pink and gazes at her hands.

  My heart swells, and all the insecurity that had flooded me is gone. “I’ve fallen for you too, Sasha. I needed to know you felt the same.”

  She meets my gaze. “I don’t want you to risk your career for me. It’s not worth it.”

  “It is worth it. I’ve never felt like this for someone before.” I shift and kiss her. “There’s no way I’m letting you go, ever.”

  I feel her tremble against me. “Ever?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “You’re mine now, Sasha. I never want to be without you.”

  She rests her head back down on my chest and runs her hands over my abs. “I never want to be without you, professor.”

  I laugh. “I told you to call me, Logan.” I tickle her, and she starts squirming.

  “Stop that.” She giggles

  “If you’re going to be my girlfriend, you have to call me Logan.”

  She bites her lip. “Okay, but can I still call you professor when you fuck me?”

  I smirk. “That is a requirement.” How the hell did I get this lucky? This woman is amazing, and she is falling for me.

  I hold her in my arms until she falls asleep. I don’t care that she’s my student anymore. It doesn’t matter. I know I can’t live my life without her. I’d give up anything to be with her.

  20

  Sasha

  I wake the next morning in Logan’s bed. A dull, tingling ache reminds me of how dirty we were last night. After a long yawn, I turn over to find Logan’s no longer in bed next to me. I’m a little disappointed not to wake up wrapped in his strong arms.

  My stomach sinks, and I sit up. “Logan?” I call out.

  Utter silence is all I get in response. My brow furrows as I can’t hear Logan in the en-suite shower. After last night, my heart feels like it will burst. For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be head over heels in love. I feel like a giddy child on Christmas morning, and I never want it to stop.

  My phone buzzes on my bedside table, and I snatch it and check the message.

  Logan: Good Morning, Beautiful. I had to deal with the dean’s claims and didn’t want to wake you. They have called me into a meeting this morning.

  My stomach twists, and a sinking dread wipes away that giddy sensation. The meeting is where everything could go wrong, where Logan could lose everything because of me. Logan wants us to be a real couple. He wants me to be his girlfriend. Last night I felt ecstatic, but even though he says he’s willing to risk his career, I don’t want him to. Our relationship is between two adults. Sure, he is my professor, but he never pressured me into this. I came onto him in the beginning, and I would happily tell them that. The desire was mutual.

  Not to mention, he is falling for me, and I’ve fallen hard for him. It is real.

  I type in a text and send it off to him. Good Luck. Let me know how it goes.

  I can barely think of anything as I switch onto the Facebook app to check my notifications. The first thing that pops up in my feed is Ally’s smiling and tipsy face as s
he clings onto a shocked looking Liam. I can’t help but smirk at the image. They’d gone out to a party last night.

  As I scroll through the plethora of Facebook posts, an email pops into my notifications, drawing me to the app. I switch onto them to see an earlier email from Dean Alison. Shit.

  Subject: Board meeting 9 am this morning.

  My stomach twists as I click into the email and can’t believe what I’m reading.

  Dear Sasha Harman,

  We require your presence at the chancellor’s office at 9 o’clock this morning. Please be here sharp.

  Regards, Dean Alison.

  Logan has gone to face that bitch and the board of governors alone. My chest tightens as I glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table. The meeting is in ten minutes, and I’m on the other side of Wynton. I click on the Uber app and order myself a car. Speed is key, and I need to get to Logan before he goes in front of them. I need to tell the truth and be there to support him. He hadn’t considered they’d want to speak to the student who he is allegedly having an affair with.

  I jump out of bed and into the shower for quick swill off before dressing. Without a minute to spare, the doorbell rings. My Uber driver is standing on the other side. “Good morning, miss. To Hendall University, is that correct?” he asks, glancing down at his phone in his hand.

  I nod. “Yes, thank you.” I step out of the door, shutting it behind me and turning the key in the lock. Logan gave me a key to his place a week ago since I’d been spending so much time here. I head out into the cool morning air behind the Uber driver and get into his small car.

  I’m thankful that the driver doesn’t force me into small talk, as my mind is not up for that. My stomach is a mess of nerves as he navigates the busy Wynton roads in the morning traffic. I can’t believe this is happening. I keep glancing at the time as the clock on my phone ticks to a quarter past nine. I’m fifteen minutes late.

  Last night I’d never been so happy, but right now I feel sick. If Logan loses everything because of this, because of me, I’ll never forgive myself. My heart is pounding in my ears as my phone dings.