by Alexis Angel
Ana
Oliver locks the door behind him and turns to me, conflict in his eyes.
I know what he’s thinking. This is a bad idea.
Totally. The worst. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going ahead with it. Like I said, live in the moment. What’s the worst that could happen? We fuck and things get awkward? Okay. I’m game. As long as I get the fucking part.
I turn and hop up on his desk, my fingers gripping the edge. I give him a devious grin. “So, about those boundaries. Tell me, professor, just why is it that some things are so taboo?”
He walks slowly toward me, shaking his head, his eyes boring into mine. “Right now I’m really not sure.”
I laugh and purse my lips. “I think the best way to find out would be to do a really in-depth experiment. You know, really go deep.”
Oliver laughs. “You, Ana, are a very dangerous woman.”
“You know,” I say, cocking my head as if I’m thinking seriously. “I think we need to make sure that you’re able to help me out with what I need. That we can work well together. In fact, I think we should probably make sure of that right now. It would be a shame if you weren’t able to help me.”
His eyes darken as he steps closer. Right between my legs that open up for him as he approaches. Inviting him in.
“I can give you everything you need, Ana. Don’t doubt that for a second.” His voice is low and almost threatening, and it sends a thrill through me that settles in my core, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.
“Show me.” I lift my chin as if it’s a challenge.
He rests his hands on my thighs, pushing them further apart. “Actually,” he says, his eyes dark with hungry desire, “I think that’s an excellent idea. I’m a firm believer in hands-on methods of instruction.”
“Oh, are you?” Hell yeah.
He backs up abruptly and pulls me off his desk, standing in front of me, feet spread wide. “On your knees.”
Oh my god. My breath whooshes out in a pant, and I immediately obey. This has taken a totally unexpected and thrilling turn. Fast. And I couldn’t be more excited.
“Now what, professor?”
He pretends like he’s thinking, but I can tell from the gleam in his eyes that he already knows what he wants. “Open wide and let me cum down your throat.”
Holy fucking hell. Yes. His words make my pussy even wetter than it already is as I look up at him, hastily freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants.
This is insane. Totally crazy. All kinds of wrong. And I can’t get enough. I have to admit I didn’t expect him to be so willing to get dirty with me. Or so commanding. There is definitely a dirty side to this man, even more than I suspected. I want to dig in and discover all of it.
So I do. First, I lick up the underside of his shaft from base to tip, slowly, teasingly, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. Then I take him in my mouth, going down on him as far as I can and making up the difference by wrapping my fingers around the base.
I begin to work my head up and down, hollowing out my cheeks and making my mouth as wet and tight as possible. I feel a thrill go through me as I continue to suck him off.
“Fuck, Ava. You feel so good,” he grinds out, plunging his fingers into my hair as he fucks my face. “Such a bad girl. I’m going to cum in that naughty mouth and make you swallow every last drop of my cum.”
I moan, wanting that too. His dirty words turn me on so much that I have to touch myself, the throbbing in my clit unbearable. I reach down and unbutton my shorts.
“So, so good,” he growls again, pulling my hair just how I like it, knowing somehow that it turns me on even more. He keeps right on thrusting into my mouth, hard and fast.
I groan around his cock, and he shudders slightly before looking down at me. “Are you touching yourself right now? Because you better be fucking touching yourself when I cum down your throat.”
I moan again and immediately shove my hand inside my shorts so he can watch as I play with my clit. It doesn’t take either of us long before we’re on the verge.
But I want more. I need more. I need his cock.
I finger fuck myself furiously, giving him the same treatment with my mouth. I can’t decide what I want more, him to spin me around, bend me over his desk, and fuck me from behind until I cum, or for him to release himself in my mouth.
Turns out, I don’t have to decide, because the next thing I know, he’s gripping my head, his cock throbbing in my mouth as jet after hot, salty jet hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, not quiet in the least, and I send up a silent prayer to the sex gods that no one is anywhere near his office at the moment. Even though the risk of it makes me teeter on the brink of my own orgasm.
“Holy hell, Ana. That was… Just. Fuck.”
I release his cock with a pop and smile up at him as I wipe my mouth. He hauls me up and smashes his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise since I just swallowed a mouthful of his cum.
“Your turn,” he growls, shoving my shorts down, throwing them aside and grabbing my hips to put me back on his desk.
Oliver drops to his knees, his face right there in front of my pussy as he spreads my legs wide. He licks a hot, wet trail up my inner thigh, then his mouth is on me.
I cry out at the intrusion of his tongue plunging into my wet folds. “Oh god. Yes.”
My head drops back as I give in to the sensations rocketing through my body. Oliver licks me all over, then focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
Light flickers behind my eyes as the intense waves of pleasure build and build and build until I’m ready to explode.
When he slides his fingers into my slit, crooking his finger and hitting just the right spot, that does it. Instantly.
I grip his head, pushing him harder against my pussy as I pulse and throb and clench around his fingers, feeling like I’m hurtling through space at warp speed.
What the hell was that? I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that. Like, ever.
When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.
“Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”
Uh, yeah.
I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”
I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and look up at Oliver. “Now, how about that coffee?”
53
Oliver
I scrub my hand over my face as I push my laptop away from me and go to the kitchen for some more coffee. It’s going to be a long night, and I need caffeine to get me through it.
I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.
Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.
I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.
I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.
Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.
I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in
my office. I want her on my cock next time.
I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.
Yeah. Right.
By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.
Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.
Ana: I think I need some extra credit.
I grin and tap out a quick response.
Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.
Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.
She definitely gives it her best.
Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?
I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.
Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.
Me: I promise I can go very deep.
Ana: Where are you?
Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.
Me: Thought you were at a concert?
Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.
Well okay then. I text her my address.
Ana: Be there in twenty.
Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.
Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.
I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.
I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.
But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.
I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.
I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.
“Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.
“I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”
She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.
“You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”
I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.
“I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”
I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.
I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.
I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”
54
Ana
Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.
I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
“Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”
I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I smile. “Sweet, but a little tart.”
“Just like I like it,” he laughs.
I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”
Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.
He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.
Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then spreads it over my nipples.
He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”
Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.
“Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.
His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.
“Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”
His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.
But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.
Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.
I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.
Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.
His cock slides in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.
We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.
We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.
“Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”
He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”
I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”
He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.
Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.
A Note From The Author
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