by Q. B. Tyler
“Go ahead baby, taste yourself. You know you want to.”
Before I can think that these are not his fingers, they’re in my mouth.
I look at my phone again. Don’t do it, Skyler. You know nothing good will come from it.
I turn over on my side with a huff, and somehow with the feeling still tingling between my legs and the flavors of my orgasm lingering in my mouth, sleep finds me.
I toss and turn for the majority of the night, leaving me with some ridiculous bags under my eyes that I’m doing my best to cover up with dark sunglasses. I’m sitting in the courtyard near the Criminal Justice building trying to distract myself from how tired I am and how much hornier I am when a shadow is cast over my textbook. I look up, unsure of what to expect when my eyes widen slightly.
“Ai—Doctor Reed.” I clear my throat, trying my best not to sound like the needy girl that spent the night switching between fantasizing about him and pissed off that I couldn’t stop fantasizing about him. Sunglasses hide his eyes as well, and I briefly wonder if his bags match mine. His hair is a little more unkempt than it was yesterday, and he’s not wearing a tie. Just a white button up tucked into navy slacks. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows revealing muscular arms. Ones I would now spend the rest of the day picturing wrapped around me as he mercilessly fucked me.
“Skyler.” He sits next to me but he doesn’t say anything further. I take a peek at him as best as I can from the corner of my eye and notice his jaw tightens slightly and he’s fidgeting with his hands. What is happening?
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” My mind immediately goes to my fantasy last night and for a brief moment my mind makes me believe that I hadn’t imagined that. That it actually happened.
I really am losing it. It’s official, dickmatization can make you actually insane.
“I spent the entire night…” he trails off, and I wonder if he’s talking more to himself because he stops and turns towards me. “I know I should probably stay away from you.” I go to reply when he continues. “But…you are…” He lets out a breath before he stands, and I realize I haven’t said anything during this whole interaction. “You’re nineteen…” He looks away from me before running a hand through his hair. “If I were nineteen, I’d spend more time studying your God damn anatomy than anything.” He shakes his head and takes a step back like he’s remembered himself. “But I’m not. Sorry I bothered you,” he mumbles before he turns to leave.
“Aidan,” I call after him.
He doesn’t turn around but he stops walking. “No Skyler.” His shoulders sag and I hear that pain in his voice from last night.
“But…”
“No,” he says before he turns slightly to look back at me. “You look beautiful.” And then he’s gone, leaving me with my very confused thoughts and the wish that I had texted him last night so we could have done what we were clearly both doing, together.
The very weird interaction I had with Aidan earlier leaves me on edge for much of the day. I’m so out of sorts that, without even realizing it, I end up in front of his office door after my last class of the day.
I raise my hand to knock when I hear, “Excuse me, but there’s a line.” The bitchy tone is evident and when I turn my head, there are three girls sitting on a bench; miniskirts, too much lipstick, and eyes with perfectly curled lashes stare up at me with looks that read, not so fast.
“What the fuck could you possibly be coming to see him for? We’ve had literally one class. How could you already need office hours?”
“The same reason you’re here?” one sneers and gives me a look that says, don’t bullshit us. I resist the urge to snap that they are definitely not here for the same reason but my good sense takes over and warns me to keep the fuck quiet before I get Aidan fired and myself kicked out of school.
“Right,” I tell them. I turn to leave when the door opens and I hear a girl’s voice.
“Thank you so much, Doctor Reed. I so appreciate it.” She giggles and I roll my eyes. I don’t even want to watch this scene unfold when I hear my name.
“Miss Mitchell?”
I let out a sigh and turn around. “You know, I can just email you.” I shake my head and point towards the line. “I don’t have time to wait in line.” The words come out bitchier than I intend and I’m instantly irritated for sounding like a jealous fucking girlfriend.
“You made an appointment, you don’t have to wait,” he responds before I even have a chance to turn around, and his words affect me more than I expect. Well, they affect my pussy.
“Ladies, I’m sorry but office hours are over for the day. I have them tomorrow from four to six.” One by one the girls stand up and shoot me angry looks as they walk by me and I know my face is unreadable. I’m not apologetic or smug. I actually don’t know what I feel. “After you,” he tells me and I make my way into his office.
“I didn’t make an appointment,” I tell him as soon as his door is shut and…locked. I swallow as I watch him turn the lock and suddenly the office seems five times smaller.
“I know.” He moves closer to me and visions of what happened the last time I was in this office begin to swirl around my brain.
“Aidan.” My knees buckle slightly as I wonder where this is going.
“Bella.” The word is as good as an answer. Thank God. “I touched my dick picturing your mouth around it last night.”
“Same,” I answer immediately. “Well, I mean not…my dick…” I giggle, but his face doesn’t even crack a hint of a smile.
His hands wrap around my hips and he lifts me slightly sitting me on his desk. “Spread your legs.” I do as he says, my body obeying his commands like it’s been trained to do so. “I wrapped those pink panties of yours around my hand and rubbed them on my cock,” he whispers against my neck, his tongue darting out and moving up my skin. “I came all over them, grunting your name.”
My pussy throbs with need at his words and a whimper leaves my lips. “Doctor Reed.” I wasn’t expecting the words to come out but as soon as they do, his lips leave my neck and he looks at me.
“Again,” he grits out.
“Doctor…Reed.” A devious smile plays at the corners of my mouth and he growls as his hand reaches under the turquoise dress that I’d chosen to wear today solely because it reminded me of his eyes.
“I have to see your tits this time.”
“Here…?” I squeak.
“I don’t give a fuck. Your nipples are so fucking perfect. And they’re so pretty when they pebble under my gaze. Your body comes alive when I look at you, Skyler.”
“Why do you think that is?” I ask, hoping that he concludes that I’m over pretending that he doesn’t affect me.
“This is reckless.” He slides the straps of my dress down, revealing a barely-there lace bra. “Anyone could knock and they’d know. They’d know I had you in here, half-naked and wanting. They’d smell your pussy.” He slides my panties down my legs and lets them drop to the floor. “And then I’d have to kill them because no one gets to smell your cunt but me, Skyler. Do you remember what I told you?”
“You don’t share?” My voice is weak and quiet, the conviction taken out of it by the feeling of his index finger sliding up and down my slit.
“And?”
“That…I’m yours?” I squeak out.
“Correct.”
“But…”
“No buts, Skyler.”
“You said we couldn’t,” I moan when his fingers pinch my clit.
He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to rub my clit, his breath heavy on my lips. He pulls me off his desk and pushes my dress down letting it pool at my feet. He reaches behind me, unclasps my bra, and it joins my dress on the floor, leaving me completely naked.
In front of my professor
Smack dab in the middle of his office hours.
He rakes my body from my feet to my eyes and licks his lips. “Fuck,” he groans and then he’s on me, pushing me back on
“Aidan!” I try to be mindful of the volume of my voice but I can’t be too bothered to care as I’m dangling over the edge of the orgasm I was desperate for last night. “Oh my God.” My hands find his head as my legs rest on his shoulders, effectively keeping his mouth in place. I pull on his hair as I simultaneously push him harder against me. “Holy shit.” I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m not sure what I was expecting when I showed up at his office today. Was I hoping this would be the result? Fuck yes. Did I expect it? I want to say no. But…was that the truth?
This is reckless. It is wrong. Taboo even. I’m his nineteen year old student. He’s my teacher. He’s older. I’m in his office…in the middle of the day. The thoughts make me wetter and I almost pass out from the pleasure that he is inflicting.
I dig my nails into his scalp and I’m seconds from letting go when he stops. I feel air hit my sex that previously had his mouth all over it and I begin to protest at the loss of contact. I look up, my eyes taking a second to focus. “Get on all fours,” he orders me.
“On your desk?”
“Yes.”
I turn over, my ass in the air when I hear him groan from behind me and his fingernails dig into my ass. “I want to do so fucking much to you.”
I bite my lip. “Do all of it,” I manage to whimper out just in time to feel his teeth sinking into the flesh of ass. I yelp. It hurts a bit more than I thought it would, but the sting is lessened by his tongue soothing the skin. He moves lower, stroking my clit with his tongue, eating me from behind. I feel goosebumps everywhere, and my body feels like I’ve stuck my finger in a light socket. Every single one of my nerves stand on end, a delicious feeling inside of me causing my toes to curl. I try my best to anchor myself to the desk as I feel like I’m seconds from floating away. My eyes flutter shut while he continues his reckless assault on my pussy. He pulls away for a second and I cry out at how close I was when I feel wetness between my cheeks and then his finger spreading the moisture around my rosebud. Holy shit.
I don’t even have the words as I feel like my mind has been wiped clean from everything I’ve ever known. All I know is this gorgeous man that’s giving me pleasure that I can’t even fathom in even my most dirty fantasies. His tongue returns to the apex of my thighs as his finger continues to probe my asshole mercilessly. I’m so close I can taste it.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. His mouth and my sex create a noise that I’ve never heard before. It’s loud, wet, aggressive. Delicious. He’s eating me the way one eats ice cream on a hot day. Quick deliberate strokes, the wetness dripping down their chin. It’s almost as if he’s drinking me.
That’s how wet I feel. I’d be humiliated if I wasn’t so turned the fuck on.
My hands are curled into fists, my knuckles dragging against the hardness of his desk. It hurts but I can’t bring myself to unclench my fists. I’m wound so tight that I know the second I release, I’m going to shatter spectacularly into a million pieces. I open my eyes and I’m not shocked that my vision is blurry. Tears well in my eyes as my body tries to accept the pleasure he’s giving me.
I’m going to come…harder than I ever have in my life.
It’s right…there. And then it comes. Hard. “Fuck!” I scream, not giving a fuck that I’m supposed to be quiet as I push my body back harder onto his face. “Don’t stop,” I whimper, and his other hand grips my ass hard as the aftershocks move through me. “Aidan!” I cry out. Even when the orgasm wanes I feel his mouth there, still, leaving me lazy kisses, his tongue rubbing long, languid strokes against my folds. I try to move away from him but he grabs my hips, keeping me in place as he begins to work me over again. “Wait…” I whine, knowing that my body can’t handle the exertion of another orgasm.
“No,” he snarls, and I feel it through every part of my body.
“Please.”
“You didn’t tell me you were a fucking squirter.” The words hang in the air causing my cheeks to flush even further. The truth is, I had no idea that I was. Fuck. “I am soaked in your fucking cum,” he says slowly, as if he’s tasting the words as they leave his lips.
I’m still trying to calm my racing heart and throbbing sex when he pulls me off of his desk. My knees rub against the wood and send pain through my body that I try to ignore. Within seconds I’m straddling him on the black leather couch, his lips attached to mine, the wetness from the lower half of his face rubbing all over me.
He pulls away from me and rubs his lips gently across mine. “I can’t stay away from you.”
“I don’t want you to.” I play with his belt between us, and lift myself up, so he can unzip his pants and pull his cock out. I slide down onto him the second the hard rod is in sight and I groan as the blunt tip forces its way inside. I feel so wanton in this moment. I’m completely naked, bouncing on top of this man who is completely clothed, my body wound so tight and desperate for not just my release but his as well. Is he going to come inside of me this time?
I feel his lips on my right nipple, suckling and biting the hard bud. My hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck and I twist the strands between my fingers. My pussy squeezes his cock and he lets me go with a pop just as his hands drop to my hips so he can control the speed. I begin to move faster on top of him and just as I feel my body about to release, the sound of a phone ringing pierces the air. I freeze on top of him and though I want to keep going, I wonder if he needs to take it.
He looks up at me and then at the phone before squeezing his eyes shut. “I should take that. I don’t want anyone showing up here looking for me.” I nod as he pulls himself out of me and makes his way towards his desk to answer his phone.
“Doctor Reed.” My body flushes hearing him speak into the phone, and he shoots me a wink as he sees that I’m affected. I thought I’d feel more vulnerable, completely naked and on display for him, but I find myself spreading my legs and reaching between them to touch myself for him.
His eyes darken and his nostrils flare as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Right…I forgot.” His gaze leaves mine and he turns to face the door, running a hand through his hair. “NO,” he snarls into the phone. “I’ll—I’ll be there in a few.” He slams the phone down and looks at me. “You have to go.”
I sit up, now feeling that vulnerability I wasn’t feeling before. “Now? You don’t want to…” I look down at my naked body, my sex still tingling from the assault of his cock. “Finish?”
“No, Skyler, I don’t,” he snaps and I don’t know what’s happened in the span of thirty seconds or how bad that phone call was for him to take that tone with me. He picks up my dress from the ground and hands it to me. “Next time, someone could show up here and I won’t know what the fuck to do. You’re a good fuck, but I’m not going to get fired over getting caught with a student with my pants down.”
My lip trembles slightly and my heart lurches in my chest. A good fuck? “I was supposed to be in a meeting ten minutes ago, and because you make me lose all reason, I’m late. I can’t think straight when I’m around you, Skyler.”
I stand up slowly, and struggle to keep my body upright. I’m feeling so many emotions coursing through me, I wonder if I might faint. I pull on my dress with shaky hands and slide my underwear up my legs. I’m worried the second I open my mouth I’m going to lose it, so I keep my lips planted firmly together.
“Skyler,” I hear the regret in his tone, but I don’t give a fuck. Fucking dick.
“No,” I tell him firmly, “I’m transferring the fuck out of your class.” I don’t even wait for a response before I’m out the door slamming it behind me.
I am officially the fucking worst.
That’s the only thing I can think as I sit in the staff meeting for all the criminal justice professors. A meeting for which I was twenty minutes late. I’d hurt Skyler in a panic, thinking that the dean of the school was going to show up at my office and pull me out of her by my hair.
He would then proceed to fire me and black ball me from all the schools in D.C., and that would just be the end to a fucking fantastic year. And who knows what would happen to her? Could they kick her out for getting involved with a teacher? I can still see the sad look in her eyes as she pulled her dress on, not even bothering to put on a bra before she succumbed to the tears I know she was hiding. I can’t let her transfer out of my class.
Why the fuck not? You clearly can’t be her teacher.
Because then she’ll be behind a semester. My particular class is needed before she can take any others in her major, and delaying it a semester would deter her from graduating on time. Am I that selfish that I would put her in that predicament?
Probably.
My eyes dart around the room, jumping from person to person who is trying their best not to side-eye the new guy that had no regard for anyone’s time by being twenty minutes late.
Being the new guy amongst tenured professors is hard. Being the new guy when you are younger and more advanced in their field makes it even harder.
The meeting ends rather quickly, making me wonder why it was so important that I be here in the first place, and why I couldn’t have been emailed the details of what I missed. Then I wouldn’t have snapped at Skyler and I wouldn’t feel like I’m the motherfucking worst.
I drop my bag the second I get home, heading straight for the refrigerator to grab a beer before I sink like a log on the couch. My stomach turns at the thought of seeing Skyler tomorrow.
If she even shows up.
Later that night, I’m sitting at my desk in my apartment, attempting to prepare for my lecture tomorrow when my phone pings with a text message notification. It manages to pull my attention from the PowerPoint I’d half-heartedly put together that even I think is mind-numbing. I look down and my dick twitches when I see her name flashing across the screen. I stare at it for a second, wondering what would come of her texting me at eleven thirty at night.
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