Professor's Pet: A Student Teacher Romance

by Alex Wolf

  Finally, he removed his fingers and slipped his cock out. He immediately pressed the head right up against her ass.

  “Oh my God.”

  He leaned over the top of her, so that he was right next to her ear, and his cock was ready to enter her ass at a simple thrust of his hips.

  He gripped her by the hair. “See what you do to me?” He inched the head into her.

  She moaned and tensed, gasping for breath.

  He loved nothing more than watching the expressions on her face when he fucked her. He loved knowing that he owned her. And he would very much enjoy filling up her ass when he came inside of it. Marking her as his in a place no other man had ever been.

  “Whose ass is this?”

  She was so out of it she couldn’t even fight back against him. “Yours. Fuck, it’s yours.”

  He pulled his cock back and slapped it up against her pussy then let it glide over her for some extra lubrication. “And whose pussy is this?”

  “God, it’s yours. Please fuck me. I need it now, sir.”

  He smiled against her ear, then he put a hand on the side of her head and shoved her down into the bed.

  He pushed his cock into her ass slowly, groaning in the process at how fucking tight it was. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to last inside of her.

  Once halfway in, he leaned back and smacked her ass, just to feel her tighten around him. It was even better than he’d imagined. He started to worry he wouldn’t even be able to pull out of her later, unless she was able to relax.

  He pushed in farther, going slow, allowing her to become acclimated to his size. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

  “God, yes.”

  “Getting your ass fucked by the professor. Little slutty school girl. Is that what you are?”

  “Mmhmm.” She moaned.

  Once fully inside of her, he gripped the front of her hips and pulled her even harder onto him. “Fuck me, that’s heaven.”

  He stared down and saw a smile on her curled lips. She’d let him do anything he wanted, and he loved her for that. She felt her entire reason for existing was to do nothing but please him. He smacked her on the ass once more, the crack ringing off the walls.

  He could sit there all day and do it, just to feel her clench and relax around him. His balls had already tightened, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he came undone inside of her.

  She stared back at him, and he inched out of her slowly, until he was about halfway. He stared at her, their eyes locking, and then he looked down and spit right onto his cock.

  “Fuck.” She buried her face in the covers.

  “Might want to bite down for this.” He used his fingers to smear the spit around his cock and her ass. Then he sped up, little by little, until he was full-on fucking her ass as hard as he could.

  The headboard beat against the walls, and the whole world seemed to shake while he slammed in and out of her. The wet smacking sounds of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, and she moaned his name until he couldn’t take it any longer.

  His orgasm radiated from his balls, to the base of his spine, and then shot up his back. Fuzzy stars danced in his vision, and then his cock twitched, and he unloaded inside of her. Wave after wave jolted through him as he grunted and rutted like a wild animal, blowing as hard as he could.

  “Holy. Fuck. Kristen.”

  He collapsed onto her back, flattening them both, but managed to hold himself up on his hands so that he wouldn’t crush her. His cock slipped out of her ass, and he kissed along her cheeks and neck, then brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from her face.

  He uncuffed her from the bed, and they both lay there for a quick moment, catching their breath. She nuzzled up into the crook of his neck, like a cat seeking attention. He traced a finger across the curve of her shoulder, wondering why this whole situation had to be so damn complicated.

  Just then he heard something he hadn’t expected. Another knock at the door.

  Both of their eyes bolted open.

  “What the hell?” Grant scrambled from the bed. “Get dressed.”

  Kristen nodded and began throwing her clothes back on.

  Grant put his pants on and yanked a shirt back over his head as he walked toward the front door. He stared through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Hank Burton walked in. “How’s it going?”

  “What’s up?”

  “Oh, hi.”

  Grant turned around after shutting the door, and Hank stared toward the hallway.

  Kristen was there in her trench coat.

  Grant held a hand out for her, and she walked over toward him. She dashed past Hank. “Hi.” Her cheeks were bright pink, and she hurried toward the freedom of outside.

  “See you around,” she said to Grant on her way out.

  “Talk to you soon.” Grant’s eyes closed for a brief second and then opened again. He spun around to face his friend.

  “Who was that?” Hank’s eyebrows waggled at him.

  “Just a friend. She stopped by for a few minutes, but I was busy grading papers.” He gestured toward the table. There was a pile of reports and files strewn everywhere.

  Hank looked at the table then back out the window.

  “Looked pretty young.”

  “No idea how old she is. Never asked.”

  Hank shook his head. “Escorts are a bad idea.”

  Grant’s hands balled into fists at his side. He might call her a whore in the bedroom, but it was another thing to have it said as if it were true.

  “She’s not a whore. She goes to the college and asked for help with her homework.”

  “So you had her come to your house?” Hank’s eyebrows raised.

  Shit.

  There wasn’t really any way out of this one. “There wasn’t a time that worked for either of us.”

  Hank’s shoulders were bouncing up and down, like he might go into a fit of laughter at any moment.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, anyway? Doesn’t anyone know how to use a goddamn phone these days?”

  “So, she was the student you talked about last time. I see you decided to have a little fun.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Just stopping by. Figured I’d see what you were up to.”

  Hank wouldn’t stop grinning at Grant. It seemed he enjoyed having him on edge.

  “It just kind of happened.”

  “You mean like you slipped and fell? And she was naked, and you landed just—”

  “You know what I mean, asshole.” Grant tried not to snicker. He knew how ridiculous the whole thing sounded.

  Hank gave him a look that told Grant he could see right through his little story.

  “So—decided to go for it, did ya?” Hank smirked as he talked.

  Grant shrugged. “It wasn’t easy.”

  “I don’t doubt that it was.”

  Grant stared out the window. “It’s bad. I know.”

  “Probably not as bad as you’re making it out in your mind.”

  “I’m an idiot.”

  “You like her, though.” Hank’s eyes locked onto Grant’s. “I can tell.”

  “It’s true. I like her a lot.”

  “So, keep it under wraps until she’s out of your class.” He walked over and rested a hand on Grant’s shoulder.

  Grant’s eyes darted to the hand and back to the window. He took in a deep breath.

  “You’re not the first man who’s gone after a younger woman. I hate to burst your bubble.

  Grant stood there, still unsure.

  “Let’s go get a beer. Get some shit off your chest.”

  Grant nodded.

  By the time they’d finished their second round of beers, Grant had told Hank everything, from the night he went to the bar, to being interrupted in the classroom, and the way they’d been seeing each other ever since.

  Hank sat on his barstool in silence, staring straight ahead, nodding occasion
ally. When Grant finished the story, they both sat there for a while before Hank shook his head.

  He finally spoke. “Well, this Bailey girl seems the only obstacle. Well, and if you piss off Kristen. That could have implications too.” He took a sip of his beer. “Thinking about it all now, I’d advise you to keep things casual until the class is over, if she’ll go for it. Seems like there might be suspicion going around already.”

  Grant planted his elbows on the bar and dropped his face into his hands. “That’s the problem. I don’t know if I can. I change into someone else every time she’s in the room. It’s intense.”

  “Does she make you happy?”

  Grant snapped up and stared at his friend. It seemed like such a cliché question, but it really was life wrapped up in a nutshell. “Yeah, she does.”

  “Well, there you fucking go.” Hank nodded. “Just be smart about it, and be happy. Shit always works out.”

  “Easier said than done.”

  “That’s the truth.”

  They tapped their bottles together.

  Grant knew what he needed to do, though. He needed to break it off with her until the semester came to an end. He had to let her go for a little while. She wouldn’t like the idea. Not at all.

  He knew her, though. Even if he pissed her off, she wouldn’t talk to anyone. She cared about him too much, and he cared about her too much to rob her of the college experience. She hadn’t even had a chance to date any college guys. Go to sporting events, parties. He was stealing it all from her.

  I’m being selfish.

  Throughout the course of their fling, he’d tried to convince himself it was what he needed to do. He’d ignored the feeling in his chest that told him to let her go, and he’d kept going, knowing he shouldn’t. As painful as it was, he had to let her go.

  He sighed and turned to Hank. “I don’t know what to tell her. We’ve never really talked about what we were doing, we’ve just been doing it. I guess I should go meet up with her?”

  Hank took a long time to respond. It seemed like Hank always thought through the entire equation, looking objectively at the situation, before answering. It was something Grant had always admired about him.

  “I don’t know. I would think it’s something you should do in person.” Hank set the empty beer bottle down and glanced at his phone.

  “That’s the problem. I don’t know if I can control myself with her in the room. It’s embarrassing to admit.” Grant stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

  “Do what you gotta do, man. If you really care about her, you will.”

  Grant glanced over to Hank’s phone as well. “Got time for another round if you do.”

  Hank held up two fingers. “Bartender.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Think it’s too much?” Kristen twirled around in front of the mirror while Stef watched from the bed.

  She wore a sequined mini skirt with a fitted black tank top. Her black boots reached over her knees, exposing a stretch of thighs up to the hem of her skirt.

  “You look great. But is it a good idea? Dating is a big step. I mean, you’ve been fucking, but sex is sex. Dinner is more than sex, and it’s very—public.”

  “Maybe it’s just dinner. Maybe it’s more. Who knows? Anyway, have a good day in class.”

  Excitement rushed through Kristen. She realized she hadn’t been this enthusiastic or had this kind of bounce in her step in a long time.

  Stefani waved as she stepped through the door. As soon as she was gone, Kristen looked herself over in the mirror once more. She couldn’t help but smile.

  Just then her stomach curdled, and she ran in the bathroom and hurled her breakfast.

  That’s weird.

  After a few minutes, the nausea passed. She didn’t feel like she had a fever, but she had drunk quite a bit last night. She stopped in front of the mirror once more, looking herself up and down one final time.

  She slipped out of her clothes and into some jeans for class.

  Happiness soon returned at the fact Grant had called her and asked her to dinner. He was finally committing to her outside of the bedroom. She could already imagine herself on his arm as they strode into a nice restaurant.

  She shook her head to snap out of her daydream so she could actually function. She needed to suffer through the routine of the day—but, once that was over, it was dinner with Grant, and she was determined to look stunning for him.

  Another wave of nausea rolled through her, but this time she put her hand on her stomach and took a deep breath. It quickly passed.

  What the fuck?

  She was on the pill. There was no way she was pregnant. It had to be something she’d eaten, or a mild hangover, or she was getting sick. She didn’t know what was going on. But she didn’t have the time to stress about it now.

  There were a lot of bugs going around campus. She’d probably caught one.

  “This is perfect.” Kristen sat down after Grant took her jacket from her shoulders, and then he pulled out the chair for her.

  He draped the jacket over the back of her chair and then walked around and took a seat across from her.

  It was a five-star restaurant and gorgeous. Candles sat on the table between them, and fine white linens hung from all the tables. It was a complete surprise. And they had the best seats in the place. Kristen’s heart thudded on her ribs as she glanced over the menu, trying to decide what she would have.

  Nobody had ever taken her to a place like this.

  There had to be a reason for it. This was the kind of place a man would take a woman if he was in a long-term, serious relationship.

  Oh my God.

  Was he going to ask her to be his girlfriend? She hadn’t even thought of being that serious with him, though things had heated up a lot the past month. Was he going to ask her to marry him?

  Her heart kicked into overdrive. Grant seemed like a cautious man, but he came alive around her. He was spontaneous as could be. Was this really happening? Butterflies swarmed her entire body, and her hand trembled on the crystal stemware when she picked up a glass of water to take a sip. Her whole body felt warm and tingly. Maybe the water would cool her down a little.

  Marriage had never really crossed her mind before right then. They were both the center of the other’s universe. How could he be doing anything other than taking them to the next level?

  Once they’d placed their orders, Kristen turned her attention to Grant with a flirty smile.

  “What’ve you been doing? I didn’t hear from you last night.” Kristen didn’t want to complain, but it was true. She’d expected him to have her come over, and he hadn’t. He was a grown man, though. His friend had stopped by, so she assumed they’d been hanging out.

  Grant was allowed to have friends.

  As long as they aren’t women.

  The sex had been off the charts with them, though. He’d pretty much fucked her any way she thought was possible, and her toes had curled, and she had came for him every single time.

  She took in a deep breath and just breathed him in. Any time he was around, she was in heaven. What she thought was just a crush at the beginning of the school year had turned into much more than she’d ever hoped for.

  She loved him.

  She hadn’t told him that because she didn’t want to scare him off, and because it seemed too soon to say the words. But now, him bringing her to this restaurant, showing her off publicly—she knew he was the same.

  He loves me.

  “Same as always. Midterms coming up. I have a lot of work to do.” Grant seemed to avoid eye contact.

  Aww, he’s nervous.

  She thought it was cute that he was having trouble getting his words out. It had to be something huge he’d planned. Her mind was reeling a thousand different directions. How did this man drive her so crazy? She lived and breathed for him.

  He fidgeted with things. Grant never fidgeted. He was always so calm and in control of every situation. It was one of
the things that drew her to him.

  “Am I going to pass?” She flashed him a flirty smile. She wanted to reach out and touch his hand, but his face was nearly pale.

  He looked up, but instead of flirting back like usual, he just stared like he was looking a thousand yards past her. “Time will tell. I’m sure if you’ve studied hard, you’ll do fine.”

  She canted her head slightly to the side, and the waiter interrupted the awkward moment with their food.

  He thanked the waiter who set plates in front of each of them.

  “I was just kidding.”

  He glanced up. “Right, sorry.” He shook his head.

  She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she didn’t want to press. It had to be nerves. It wasn’t every day you asked the person you loved to commit to you, possibly for the rest of your life.

  Suddenly, the nausea she’d felt earlier that morning crept up in a hurry. “Excuse me.” She ran to the bathroom and hurled in the expensive restroom.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  She pulled herself together in the mirror, ate a mint, and walked back to the table.

  God, he’s going to want to kiss me after he asks me to be his, or to marry him. Fuck, it’s going to ruin everything.

  She cursed her body for trying to sabotage her perfect night. Grant stood when she walked back and guided her back into her seat.

  “You all right?”

  She smiled and nodded. Finally, he was back. She liked caring, attentive Grant. And maybe later on, she would get her professor in the bedroom. The man who knew exactly what she loved and didn’t mind tying her up and fucking her to the point she couldn’t see straight.

  “Think I have the bug that’s going around.” She gave him a weak smile. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Yeah, being sick during mid-terms wouldn’t be fun. Hope it passes soon.”

  She didn’t want to talk about her stupid stomach. Kristen wanted Grant to get on with the conversation he wanted to have. But she didn’t want to rush him. He’d probably planned it all out in his head, how it’d go. That didn’t mean she couldn’t try and guide the conversation slowly that way. “What are we going to do when school is out in a few months? Gonna miss me?”