by B. B. Hamel
He sighs and smiles. “I guess we all had the same idea. I come here most nights and get some work done.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He shrugs. “Beats sitting in my apartment alone.”
“How about we get a drink?” The words tumble from my lips before I can think about it.
He hesitates. “Okay,” he says. “I think I’d like that. Beats coding.”
“Come on.” I walk past him, grabbing his hand. He follows behind me, clearly a little bewildered.
I don’t know why I’m taking charge like this, but I’m angry. I’m sick of being treated like some inferior little girl just because I don’t have a dick.
Jason clearly doesn’t think of me that way. He’s the first man I’ve met that seems to actually take me seriously. All of my tasks are more difficult than anything the boys are doing, except for maybe Howard. They know it, too, and it drives them insane.
I hate that they found me here. It’ll only feed their belief that I’m not good enough. They’ll think I need this extra time more than I really do.
Truth is, I just wanted to lose myself in the work for an hour, and maybe feel close to Jason while doing it.
We step out onto the street. Howard and Parker are nowhere to be seen. I guess they ran off, happy to have gotten out of there in one piece.
“Where to?” Jason asks me.
“This way.” I lead him down the block, turn at the intersection, and head away from campus.
“Nice town,” he comments.
I laugh lightly. “Not much around here.”
“No, not really.” He shrugs. “Still nice.”
“I like the northeast. Lots of trees.”
“And lots of pizza places.”
“There’s one on every corner and they all make the same pizza.”
“Right? I’ve noticed that. Not much variation.”
“It’s always good, though. Philly area has the best pizza around.”
“I don’t know about that,” he says. “I’ve had pizza in Rome. And New York.”
I roll my eyes. “New York can suck it.”
He grins at that. “Okay, fine. Rome was still good, though.”
“Can’t say, I’ve never had it.”
“Maybe I’ll take you there sometime. Get you the real pizza experience.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Pizza experience?”
“Sure, we’ll do it up. Pizza all over the city.”
“Sounds great to me.”
He grins, steps closer. There aren’t many people around, and out here, off campus, we’re a little more anonymous. It’s still dangerous for him to be walking too closely to me, or really, to be walking with me at night at all, but I don’t care.
He doesn’t seem to care, either. He throws me a look, this little smirk. I know what he’s thinking. I’ve been thinking the same thing.
We duck into the first bar we find. It’s a little dive spot and pretty empty, but it’s warm and there’s beer on tap. He orders two and we grab a booth toward the back.
“So, this is the life of an undergrad,” he says, looking around.
“More or less,” I say.
“I didn’t really have this experience back in the day.”
“What was it like for you?”
He shrugs a little. “Hard work, mostly. I didn’t feel like I had time to have fun.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Guess so. I’ve had plenty of fun later on, though.” He laughs softly. “What about you? How come you’re not out partying?”
“Just doesn’t appeal right now, I guess.”
“You were hoping to run into me, weren’t you?”
His eyes sparkle with amusement.
I glare at him. “Hardly. You gave me all the difficult tasks.”
“You can handle it.”
“Probably, but I’ll have to work my ass off.”
“Good. I can’t play favorites, even if you are my favorite.”
I hesitate, not sure how to take it. “Well, whatever, that’s why I was there.”
“You should go out and party.”
I wave that away, sipping my drink. “I don’t need to party anymore.”
“You sound so old.”
“I’m very mature.”
He smirks slightly. “I know you are.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean, Professor Turner?”
He grins. “You know damn well what it means.” He leans closer to me. “I keep thinking about you, up on that desk, legs spread…”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “Don’t get started.”
“You don’t want to hear it?”
“I really want to hear it, but we’re in public. Someone might hear.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You should, you dirty old man.”
He laughs softly at that. “Not so old, you know.”
“Please. You can’t keep up with me.”
“I could outdrink you any day.”
“Prove it.” I grin at him, eyes gleaming.
He considers it for a second, but shakes his head. “Another night, little Clara.” His eyes drift over my shoulder and he sighs. “Looks like our time together is getting cut a little short.”
I frown, cock my head. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry,” he says, standing. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Okay?” I frown as he quickly walks away, heading back toward the bar.
I turn and watch as he approaches a man I don’t recognize. They smile, shake hands, and Jason sits down next to him.
It takes me a second to recognize the Dean of Monray, Roman Flores.
I sink down into my seat. Holy shit. What the hell is he doing in a dump like this?
I wait a few minutes before getting up. I head back to the bathrooms and luckily there’s an emergency exit. I pray that an alarm won’t go off as I shove through it, walking out into an alley.
No alarm goes off. I leave the bar and head back to campus.
That was close. Jason handled it nicely, really calm, and that kept me from freaking out. But still, that was really close. We could’ve been caught together, and there’s no mistaking what we were doing.
Every second I spend with him outside of class is dangerous. I need to keep that in mind going forward.
But that danger… it’s what keeps me coming back.
And the way he makes me feel.
8
Jason
That was so fucking close.
The next day, I do my best to ignore Clara in class. She sits in her normal spot and looks so fucking sexy: tight jeans, tight sweater, hair loose around her shoulders, lips pouting the way she does. I can’t help but glance at her over and over throughout my lecture.
When class is over, I grab my shit and get out of there before I can let myself talk to her. I want to, fucking badly, but almost getting caught by Roman last night has me spooked.
He didn’t seem suspicious. I told him that I was alone there, just getting a drink and getting to know the local town. Apparently, he goes to that spot to escape his wife and kids once in a while, and we were unlucky enough to be there during one of his infrequent excursions.
We got a couple of drinks, had a nice talk, and I left. Clara was nowhere in sight, so I can only assume she managed to sneak away.
I hate myself for forcing her to sneak anywhere. I wish we could do this in the open, like normal people, the way she deserves.
I need to figure my shit out, and fast.
Outside, it’s a bit chilly. I cut across the main grassy area, ignoring the students around me. They look so fucking young, it’s absurd. I head to my office, a little room at the top floor of the engineering building.
I open the old, worn door and shut it softly behind me. It’s mostly empty, just a bookshelf, a big desk, and a filing cabinet. I have some books, some papers, and a computer. Otherwise, the room’s pretty bare.
I sit
down on the old, springy office chair and sigh. I can’t stop thinking about Clara, even though I know I need to.
The idea of getting caught with her is pretty fucking bad. Not only would it fuck with my reputation and ruin my project, it would ripple out and affect all of my business ventures. Everything I’ve built would be injured.
But then again, the idea of stopping…
That feels fucking worse.
Running into Roman last night was a reality check.
But it wasn’t enough to stop me.
I know it, deep down. Even if I’m in this office, pretending like I don’t want to see her.
I turn to my computer and start answering emails. They’re never-ending, but need attention anyway. I get through the bulk of them before there’s a soft knock at my door.
It takes me a second to realize that I have office hours right now.
“Come in,” I call out, expecting one of the suck-ups from class, maybe even Howard or Coop.
Instead, it’s her. It’s fucking her. Of course it’s her.
Clara smiles at me, a little uncertainly. “Professor? Sorry to bother you.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “Come in, shut the door.”
She shuts the door behind her. Innocent Clara. Not-so-innocent Clara.
I stand up as she comes into the room. “I wanted to ask you about last night,” she says softly.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say. “I didn’t expect Roman to be there.”
“Of course. I mean, he didn’t…?” She frowns a little.
“No, definitely not,” I say.
She looks relieved. I realize she was probably worrying about this ever since we parted ways.
Idiot, Jason. Next time, tell her what’s going on.
“Good,” she says, smiling. “I thought for a second…” She shrugs a little. “I snuck out the back.”
I walk over to her, eyes staring into hers. I hate that she had to sneak out of there. I hate that I put her in that position. I should’ve been more careful, or at least told her what was happening.
I take her hips and slowly back her up against the door. She blinks at me as I press my body against hers and reach past to lock the door.
The lock takes with a loud click.
She looks at me. “Professor,” she says softly.
I shake my head. “That’s not what I want you to call me,” I whisper. I lean down, hands on her hips. I push the bottom of her sweater up slightly to feel her skin under my warm palms.
She bits her lip as I kiss her neck. “What do you want me to call you?” she asks.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “But I want to be.”
“I need you to be ready.” I reach up, take her hair in my fist. I hold it tight, pull slightly. She gasps, exposes her throat to me. I kiss her softly.
“For what?”
“To do whatever I ask,” I say. “If you want this, if you want to be with me… if you want me to take care of you…”
“I have to do what you say,” she repeats.
“Unquestioning. Every single word I say is law.”
“You’ll be my law,” she says.
I smirk and lean back. I put a hand against her throat. “I’ll be your Daddy.”
She blinks, bites her lip. “Daddy?”
“That’s right. I want you to call me Daddy.”
“I can do that,” she whispers.
“Say it.”
“Daddy.” The word comes out like silk.
I kiss her lips, hand dropping back to her hips. I kiss her harder, pinning her against the door. My blood is up, rushing through my ears. I can feel how hard my cock is, straining against my pants.
I pull her away from the door, unable to help myself. I’m undressing her as we stumble back to my desk. Her sweater and bra end up on the floor, along with my shirt. I unbutton her jeans, turn her around, and bend her over.
She puts her palms flat on the top of my desk as I drop to my knees and tug her jeans over her plump ass. She watches me over her shoulder as her perfect little pussy appears, like unwrapping a fucking present.
I cock my head. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
“I took them off.” She wiggles her hips. “Do you… like it?”
I laugh softly, unable to help myself. She blushes a deep crimson red.
“I love it,” I say. I spread her ass wide and run my tongue along her skin, top to bottom, tasting every inch of her.
She groans softly.
“You knew you were coming here, didn’t you?” I ask.
“I knew you had office hours,” she admits.
I slap her ass. She groans.
“You didn’t wear panties just for me.”
“I thought…” She bites her lip. “I wanted to.”
“Did you feel sexy, sitting in my class like this, knowing you’d come here for me?”
“Yes,” she admits.
“Were you thinking about me fucking you?” I tease her pussy with my fingers. “Were you imagining me fucking you right there, in the middle of the classroom?”
“Yes,” she groans.
“Would you let me fuck you in front of a room full of your peers?”
“Oh, god, yes,” she says.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I slap her ass and lick her pussy again before pulling her jeans down the rest of the way. She steps out of them and I spread her legs wide, tasting her from behind.
I love her moans. She grips the desk tight. I lick her deep, tasting that pussy, teasing that clit. I slap her ass again, this time nice and hard.
There’s going to be a red handprint there. At least, there better be. I’ll make sure to check later.
I stand up and take off my pants. She turns around, ass leaning against the desk. When I’m done, I lift her up on top of it, holding her on the edge as she leans back to support herself.
I look at her body, at her perky breasts, her pink nipples, her flat stomach. She’s fucking perfection, and I bet those stupid nerdy morons in her class have no clue how incredible she looks naked.
She reaches forward with one hand and takes my cock. She bites her lip, stroking me slowly.
“You like that?” I whisper in her ear. “You like my big, thick cock?”
“Yes,” she groans. “I’ve never… you know. Had one like this before.”
“You’re not used to men.”
“No, I’m not.”
“But you will be. You’ll get used to your Daddy’s big cock fucking you nice and deep.”
She groans as I push her back again. She looks at me as I tease her pussy with my cock. I’m thrumming with desire, my whole body full of anticipation.
I can’t put it off any longer. I slowly slide my cock inside her tight little pussy and she gasps, head tipped back, her beautiful auburn hair spilling down behind her.
I slide myself slowly inside. She looks back at me and I kiss her, slow and deep. I fill her up, fill her to the brim. I’m surprised she can even fit me, she’s so fucking tight and small.
“Shit,” she groans. I slowly move my hips back, sliding back in. She’s dripping wet and I slide so easily.
“That’s right,” I whisper. “You can take Daddy’s big, hard cock. I knew you could.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she says.
I grab her hips and start to fuck her faster. Not too fast, not at first. I let her set the pace, her hips moving with me, her breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust.
Soon though, she gets used to my big cock. I fuck her faster, filling her up nice and deep. She groans, head thrown back, moaning in rhythm with my thrusts.
I love this pussy. I have no other way of describing it. I love her tight pussy so much, I could come and die inside of her. Tight and fucking warm, like sinking into a goddamn cloud of bliss.
And her hips. Goddamn, her hips. She moves them like she was
born to do it, dancing along my cock, taking me deep inside her, writhing along my length. Her eyes are half closed, fluttering open, staring into mine.
I can barely take it. I grab her hair, pull again, fuck her harder. She gasps as she comes against my body. “Daddy,” she whispers in my ear. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
I fuck her harder. I want to give my girl whatever she wants.
I tease her breasts, biting her nipples. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist as I pump into her, fucking her roughly, biting down on her shoulder.
She groans, hips gliding against mine, abs tight. Sweat beads on her skin as we move together, fucking faster, pleasure mounting.
I’m losing myself. I can feel it happening, my mind slipping from my skin, leaving my body. There’s only her and her pussy, wrapped around my cock, pleasure blooming through every bit of my skin.
I reach down with my thumb, working her clit. She groans, rolls her hips. I kiss her lips and step back, sliding myself from inside her. She gasps and stares at me.
I grab her, pull her down. I kiss her as she strokes my cock with both hands and I tease her pussy. I turn her around, bend her over the desk, and spread her legs wide.
“Look at this pussy, dripping wet for me.”
“For my Daddy,” she corrects.
I slap her ass. “That’s right, for your Daddy.”
I drop to my knees, lick her pussy, slap her ass again. I stand back up and tease her with my cock before slowly sliding myself deep inside.
She groans. I spread her legs wide again, pumping inside, slapping her ass. She groans, grinding, rolling along my length. I gasp and slap her ass again, leaving a nice red mark, just like I wanted.
I fuck her hard. I pull her hair and release every ounce of energy and desire into her tight pussy. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve been dreaming of. This right here, her pussy, my cock, fucking her until she moans my name, begs me.
I tighten my grip on her hair before reaching around with my other hand to work her clit. She groans, rolling her hips, bucking back against me. I fuck her harder, sweat on her skin now. I can feel myself starting to sweat too as I push deeper, pull her hair tighter, work that clit faster.
She groans and tightens. I can feel her pussy stiffen. I know what she wants, what she’s doing. “Come for Daddy,” I command. “Come for your Daddy, Clara.”