Professor: A First Time Novel

by Madison Faye

  Liam groans at my little innocent voice, and I start to bounce up and down on him faster and faster as I squeal and moan. I’m going to come soon - bare and wet on his cock - and I want to feel him fill me when I do. I want to feel him pump every drop of his hot cum inside me, no matter the consequences.

  “God you feel so good stretching me like that, mister. Your big fat cock feels so good inside of me like that!”

  I can hear Liam groan behind me as I bounce on him, milking every inch of his shaft. He sits up then, rocking deep inside of me his hands slide up to cup my big, swaying breasts and run his fingertips over my nipples.

  “Play with your clit, honey,” he growls as he bites my ear, making my young body shudder with please. “I want to feel you milk every single drop of my cum out of my balls deep in that tight pussy.”

  He begins to hungrily suck and kiss at my neck, sending shivers right down my spine. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He growls into me ear, making me moan out loud as I feel the tremors start in my toes as my body begins to crash over the edge. “And I’m gonna pump you full of my thick, hot cum.” I teeter on the edge, feeling myself start to fall.

  “Come for me, honey. Come on my big dick.”

  Yeah, that does it.

  With a loud cry, I shudder as I come, clenching tight around Liam and moaning as my orgasm tears through me. And right then, Liam’s cock swells up, and with a roar, I felt him throb and twitch deep inside of me as the first thick squirt of his cum splashes up into me.

  Squirt after squirt of his hot, thick cream erupts into my fertile young body, filling me to the absolute brim as he growls and slowly keeps pumping me.

  Slowly, gasping, we slow to a stop until we’re still in the semi-dark of the room, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths.

  Ok, wow.

  Chapter 22

  Liam

  Ellie and I lay in that bedroom upstairs, with the party locked away on the other side of the door, and it’s just the two of us. She’s laying against my chest, her fingers trailing over the inked lines and designs of my sleeve tattoo. Her small, warm body is curled up again my much bigger, harder frame, and I let my eyes close as I feel her breath on my chest and inhale the scent of her hair.

  “What are we going to do?” I murmur before I can stop myself.

  I grin; yeah, it was me that just said that. The cliche here would be the younger, inexperienced girl being the one getting weird with this and starting to get clingy. But fuck, here I am saying it. Because right then, I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to go back downstairs and have to put a fucking mask, I want to shout to the world that she’s mine.

  Because yeah, she’s young, but not in spirit. I mean this girl reads books - real fucking great books - and she thinks, and she’s got a brilliant mind. I think again to the mystery coffee shop girl with Joyce under her arm and the ass I couldn’t get enough of. Yeah, she’s sexy as all fucking sin, but it’s the combo of the sort of sexiness that she doesn’t even quite get how to use yet and the fact that she can keep up with my intellectually.

  I almost want to take back my words before I ruin the whole damn moment, but then she’s turning, and she’s kissing me. I growl into those soft, pouty lips.

  “Well,” she says, pulling back, her eyes looking up as she thinks. “I mean, I’m only your student another few months, right?”

  I can feel my cock twitch a little bit as she says it. She feels it, of course, and grins as she reaches down to give me a languid stroke. “After that?” She shrugs. “After that could we be open?”

  “People would talk.”

  She winks. “Fuck ‘em.”

  I laugh. “You’ve been hanging around me too long. I think I’m corrupting you into a girl with a dirty mouth.”

  She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling at me as she leans close. “Well why don’t you take me home, and I’ll let you corrupt this dirty little mouth as much as you want.”

  Uh, check please.

  Chapter 23

  Liam

  I’m still in dreamland with this girl as we unlock the door and head back down to the party. It’s still the madhouse it was before, but I’m barely aware of it as we move through the crowd.

  If there was any weirdness before about me being here with her, even with the mask, considering our ages, people either don’t care, or are too drunk to give a shit anymore. Which is fine with me, because all I want to do is head back to my house and bury my tongue Ellie’s pussy.

  And we get so damn close to making that happen. In fact, we get to the front lawn before the shit hits the fucking fan.

  “So, what, this is the dude you decide to fuck instead of me?”

  I can feel Ellie’s grip tighten on my arm. Yeah, I recognize that voice. I turn to see a very drunk looking Ted - that shitbag ex of hers - leering at us as he stumbles down the front steps of the frat house. Even though I know that this fuckwad never got to even touch her, just sight of him brings me to a red rage. Yeah, he might not have gotten a taste of this girl, but I know he tried, and I know he’s thought about it, and that right there is enough to bring out the damn caveman in me.

  “Walk away,” I growl, narrowing my eyes through the mask at him. I turn, and start to lead Ellie away from this loser, when suddenly she’s gasping as she pulls right out of my arm.

  I whirl, the red rage hot in my face as I see Ted with his fucking hand on Ellie’s arm, holding her tight and leering at her.

  “You get your fucking hands off of her,” I growl as I pull Ellie gently away from him and then shove Ted a step back, my eyes flashing at him as my fists raise.

  He flips me off. “Listen old man, fuck off. No one invited you here.”

  I can feel the blood roaring in my veins, but I push the heat down, forcing myself to breathe. Yeah, I want to pound this little shit’s face in, right here in front of everyone. Yeah, I could wipe that smug little prick smile off his face right here and knock him on his punk ass in front of all his little friends.

  But I force myself to breath.

  Don’t make a scene. Just walk away with her and leave this shitbag to his bullshit.

  “I invited him,” Ellie says with an edge to her voice.

  Ted snorts. “Yeah well that’s cause you’re a slut with daddy issues.”

  I don’t think, I just do.

  I don’t even really remember the first hit later, but I remember the satisfaction in seeing the blood come pouring out of Ted’s nose as he goes stumbling backwards. He jumps back faster than I’d have given him credit for, and suddenly he’s rushing right into me and knocking us both down.

  And then the crowd goes fucking ape-shit, of course. People are cheering and yelling and pumping their fists in the air as we grapple on the ground, and I can hear Ellie screaming. Ted gets one lucky hit in, but then I’ve got him on his back, and I’m letting my fist crash across his smug face again and again.

  And slowly, I’m aware that the cheering has stopped, and it’s dead quiet.

  I look up, Ted’s toga still in my fist and realize everyone is staring at me.

  “Professor Martin?” A guy to my right who I also recognize from a class of mine is staring at me with his jaw dropped, and it’s then that I look down and see my mask, lying on the ground.

  Oh shit.

  Suddenly, there are sirens, and four campus safety cars screeching to a halt in front of the frat house as student start to scatter. The scene is pure chaos, but somehow, it’s like I’m in this tunnel as I just drop Ted and stand, and lock eyes with Ellie.

  And she looks as scared as I feel.

  “Officer! Officer!” Ken’s up and screaming, holding his bloody nose and his eyes wild as he flails his arm in the air.

  Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck. I’m a Goddamn teacher, with my knuckles bloody from he student I just hit, and wearing a fucking toga

  Oh, right, and my barely legal student girlfriend is pussy I can still taste on my tongue is standing three feet way from me. Yeah, t
his is bad.

  The campus cops are surrounding us, eyes flicking between Ted and I as they shine flashlights over the two of us.

  “Officers!” Ted’s near hysterics, and part of me wants to grin at how much of a pussy he is after getting hit, but there’s no place for smiling right now.

  “This man is harassing young students.”

  The cop in charge raises his brow and looks at me, but Ellie is stepping between us and lacing her fingers through mine. “That’s not true-”

  “He’s a professor here!” Ted says shrilly. “He works here and he’s been fucking her!” He spits the last words out, sneering at Ellie in a way that makes me want to knock him down all over again. “She’s a student here and this guy’s been fucking her.”

  And there’s the hammer coming down.

  The scene goes quiet, and the cops and the few older students who didn’t feel are all slowly turning to stare at Ellie and I. It’s literally everything I never wanted to happen; it’s the nightmare of being found out like this, and it’s happening right here in front of my face.

  “Now, hang on,” I say gruffly, holding my hands up.

  The cop shines his flashlight into my face, cutting me off as he turns to Ellie. “Miss, do you go to school here?”

  Her face is white, but her lips are pressed together, not saying a damn thing.

  “Miss?”

  “She does!” Ken spits out. He sneers at me. “She’s a freshman.”

  The cops turn back to me, looking even more somber, when one of the backup guys steps forward, and I groan as I realize I recognize him from late-night patrols around the english department.

  “Yeah, chief, I know this guy. He’s that writer; the english professor.”

  The guy in charge suddenly looks at me with recognition, and he narrows his eyes at me as he suddenly reaches for the taser on his belt. “Step away from the girl, Mr. Martin.”

  But I’m not letting go, and neither is she. I can feel her pulse racing where our hands are clasped, and I can feel her fingers squeezing hard.

  “Step away, sir,” The cop says again, and the group of them start to move towards us.

  “Fuck off,” I growl.

  Which is really the last thing you should say to a group of cops.

  I can hear Ellie screaming as they yank her away when they tackle me, and it only fuels my fury as I try and shake them off and get back to her. But there are three of them holding me down, and all I can do is strain against them and roar as a female officer drags Ellie away to one of the cars.

  And then she’s gone, and I’m still raging to get free, still roaring at them to fuck off and let me be when they slap the cuffs on and drag me away.

  But the worse part is, I don’t get to say it. The worse part is, the words that’ve been bubbling to the surface for weeks now - the words I’ve never said to anyone - are right there.

  Only now it’s too late.

  Chapter 25

  Ellie

  And then it’s over, just like that.

  At the police station, there are a million questions, and then even one of the junior Deans of the college asking me over and over if I want to press charges.

  What? No.

  No, I just want them to let me go and let me get back to the man that I lo-

  It’s that thought that eventually has me breaking down into tears, because right then I know it’s true, and I know it’s been true.

  I love him, and I’m getting that now that the whole thing is blowing up in my face.

  The police and the Dean want me to sign this absurd statement about Liam pressuring me and being “professionally irresponsible”, but I refuse, again and again. Eventually, they try and call my parents, which is mortifying, until I hear my dad threatening a lawsuit over the phone if they don’t let me walk out of there right then.

  The let me go five minutes later, and I collapse into Ally’s waiting arms as the tears finally come.

  *****

  Originally, after that horrible night, the school had wanted to kick me out after I refused to sign anything, until my parents showed up the next day with a lawyer and litigation paperwork. When I’d gone to meet them outside my dorm when they arrived, I’d held my breath, feeling my cheeks burn and waiting for the “this was so irresponsible” talk.

  But it never came, because as it turns out, my parents were actually really cool about it. My mom hugged me and stroked my back when I started to cry, telling me it was going to be okay. And my dad just wanted to make Liam hadn’t hurt me, and once he saw how opposite the situation was, I think he knew.

  I think they both could see it on my face that this wasn’t some sordid affair, or a mistake, or some sort of experimentation.

  It was real, right there on my face, and they knew it.

  And here we are a week later, and it’s like the sun’s gone away.

  A week later, and everything’s changed. Liam’s gone, and I’ve been told part of his pending charges from the college involve him not being in contact with me; phones, email, all of it. Plus he’s been barred from campus. And that’s the worst part, not knowing where he is or what’s going on.

  I should feel scandalized - and believe me, there’s plenty of scandal surrounding it - just from walking around campus, but I just don’t care.

  Because I just want him. The looks, the arched eyebrows, the whispers - none of it matters, because I know how I feel. And I know what happened between Liam and I might be frowned on, but it wasn’t wrong. I know that now. It’s something people might not understand, but that doesn’t make it bad.

  I’m in class - his class - but of course, it’s not Liam up a the podium anymore. Susan, the department head has taken over Liam’s lectures, and so it’s her up there now, talking about who knows what. Because I can’t focus, especially here in this room that reminds me of him. I’m also no longer sitting front and center like I did before, because, well, I just can’t.

  Susan is mid-sentence when the door to the lecture hall suddenly slams open, and my heart jumps right up into my throat.

  It’s Liam; here, standing right there and looking right at me.

  Susan whirls as he storms in and starts to shake her head and wag her finger. “Oh no, Mr. Martin! You are not supposed to-”

  “Uh-huh,” he growls dismissively, moving right past her and never taking his deep dark eyes off of me.

  There’s a titter through the crowd of assembled students, but I barely even hear them over the roar of my pulse in my ears.

  He’s here; he came back.

  He came back for me.

  “Mr. Martin!” Susan’s voice is shrill as she scowls at him with her hands on her hips. “I suggest you leave immediately!”

  He stops at the front of the class, looking up at the theater seating to where I’m sat towards the back of the room.

  “Mr. Mar-”

  “Oh, shut it,” he says, shushing Susan. He winks as he looks up at me, and I’m standing before I can stop myself, totally ignoring the whispers and the shocked gasps around me as I do.