by Marian Tee
Oh.
It was so hard to breathe all of a sudden.
The professor whispered in her ear, “Shall we start?”
Oh.
Now, it was just as hard to think as well.
She felt the professor’s arm move, and a second later, his hand had taken hold of the loose knot that kept her towel in place. “May I take this off first?”
The professor spoke in a perfectly polite tone, like he was discussing something as mundane as the weather, but even so, her senses went in a riot over its sound.
“Umm…” She gulped. “Y-you first.”
It was an unexpected reply, but Alessandro found his lips twitching at her boldness. “As you wish,” he said gravely.
Kassia blinked, and it was that fast. The professor’s towel hung on the boulder next to them and he was suddenly naked behind her.
Naked and very, very aroused, if the way his cock felt against the curve of her bottom was anything to go by. Her fingers curled and uncurled, and she unconsciously ended up digging her fingers into the professor’s thighs as her whole world focused on the sensation of his cock throbbing powerfully against her body.
Oh God, that was the professor’s cock.
The professor’s twelve-inch cock.
Somebody stop her from dying before she had a taste, a feel, of that cock.
The sound of Kassia catching her breath was erotic, and the feel of her nails painfully digging into his flesh only added to the sensual torture. “Kassia,” Alessandro released her name in a harsh groan.
“Professor.” His title came out in a helpless whimper, anticipation rendering her incapable of thinking about anything but his cock. Cock, cock, cock, oh God, his cock, his cock—
“My turn,” the professor said abruptly, and before she realized what he meant, he had already ripped the towel off her body before tossing it aside.
Kassia gasped.
Naked. They were both naked now. Her mind threatened to spin out of control at the realization. What to do? What to feel? What to say? The professor felt so hard behind her, and his cock even harder. Her body was hot all over, and when she looked down, she realized her body was flushed all over, too, either from heat or embarrassment or maybe both, she wasn’t sure.
The professor’s hands were moving, and she could only hold her breath and watch with dazed eyes as his large strong hands slowly cupped her breasts.
Ooooooooh.
She fell back against the professor, and she moaned out loud when his wonderful hands started kneading and teasing her flesh.
“Now, we can start.” The professor’s voice came out in a low, seductive purr, and Kassia moaned again.
The professor started teaching her, his voice beautifully clear as he concisely summarized the most important concepts in Classical Humanities. A part of her wondered how he could remember all this when it wasn’t a subject he was teaching, but the rest of her didn’t care. 99% of her was focused on the way his hands were fondling her breasts and making her ache for more.
The professor suddenly took his hands away, and Kassia moaned in protest. “Professor!”
“A punishment.” The professor licked the outer curve of her ear. “For not listening.” And he promptly nipped her ear right after.
Oooooooh. Kassia writhed in agonized pleasure.
Behind her, Alessandro gritted his teeth, doing his best to control the urge to slide his cock inside her sex as Kassia continued to wriggle her bottom against his erection. Goddammit, her pussy was so damn close. Just one push, and he could be in…
Reining himself in with an effort, the professor clamped his hands around her waist and pushed her down on the boulder they were seated on. “Be still,” he hissed.
When she stopped moving, he said curtly, “This is how it will work. I’ll teach you, you’ll listen. I’ll ask a question, and you’ll answer. If you answer correctly…” One hand left her waist, the other staying its course, making sure she kept still. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers on the side of her breast—
Kassia moaned, her head falling back. “Professor…”
His teeth gnashed as his cock throbbed and protested against his self-imposed restraints.
He started drawing circles around her breast. “If you answer correctly,” he whispered to her ear, “then I’ll reward you like this.” His fingers drew closer, the circles tightening around her nipple until his fingers finally closed around the rosy bud.
He pinched it.
Kassia gasped, her body jerking against him at the sweet, stinging pleasure. And then she gasped again and again as the professor kept pinching and twisting.
“Answer correctly,” Alessandro promised, “and it will be my mouth soon after.”
She whimpered in protest as his fingers slowly left her nipple.
“Ready, Kassia?”
She could only nod. At this point, she was willing to do anything, absolutely anything, just to have him touching her like that again.
And so it began.
The professor taught, and she listened. The professor asked, and she answered. And with each correct response, the professor rewarded her. His hand squeezing her breast, his mouth on her nipple, his tongue licking the distended tip and then with every correct answer, his tongue would move faster until he started to suck.
If only Classical Humanities could be taught this way every day.
“Now, we move to Psychology,” the professor said hoarsely.
She wanted to cry. “Can’t we study that tomorrow, Professor, please?” She didn’t care that she was begging. She was just aching so badly now, she didn’t think she could last another minute without going insane. She had to come now. She really had to.
“Kassia…” The plea in her voice was irresistible, but Alessandro strove to stay in control.
The warning note in his voice made Kassia twist around to face him. “Please, Professor…”
Goddammit, when she looked at him like that...
His control snapped, and without a word, he surrendered to her plea. Sinking his hands in her hair, he pulled her towards him, crushing her mouth under his. She kissed him back eagerly, her unashamedly wanton response making him groan against her mouth.
“God, Kassia…” He kissed her harder, his hands frantically moving around her body before cupping her bottom. Squeezing both cheeks hard, he lifted her up so she could straddle him.
Kassia moaned, the new position allowing his cock to nestle against her folds. Instinct had her rubbing herself against him, and she moaned again, her head falling back when she felt the exquisite friction between the throbbing tip of his erection and her badly swollen clit.
She began rocking herself against the professor. “Oh God, it feels so good…”
The words made his hands tighten around her hips. “Dammit, Kassia, the words you say…” Unable to help it, he took hold of his cock and started rubbing it against her wet folds.
She moaned louder and rocked harder against him. “So good, Professor…”
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Play with your clit.”
With all her inhibitions swept away by the delirious pleasure of his touch, Kassia didn’t hesitate to do as the professor commanded. She reached for her clit and started to play. An excruciating bolt of pleasure shot through her, and just like that, she knew she was about to come.
“Professor, I’m…”
As if he knew what she was about to say, the professor released his cock and, holding on to her hips, he started grinding himself against her.
Pleasure started to spiral out of control inside her body. “Oh God, Professor…” She tried to grind herself harder against him, but it wasn’t enough. “Professor, please.” She desperately tried to get his cock to slide inside her, but the professor wouldn’t let allow it.
“No, Kassia.” His voice was harsh as he sought to stay in control.
She gazed at him pleadingly. “But I want you inside me, Professor. Please.”
Her words nearly got to him.
It would have gotten to him if not for a sudden thought crossing his mind – the memory of Domenico’s challenge.
If he fucked Kassia now, wouldn’t it feel like he was on his way to using her?
It might have been the reason he had given himself earlier but now, seeing the way Kassia surrendered herself to him so completely, without holding anything back, Alessandro knew his conscience wouldn’t let him get away with it.
Did he want to fuck Kassia because he wanted her? Or did he want to fuck Kassia because she could also conveniently be the thirty-day lay Domenico asked of him?
He wasn’t sure at all, and as long as he didn’t know the answer to it, Alessandro knew he wouldn’t allow himself to take Kassia’s virginity.
It took extraordinary effort for Alessandro to pull away. Her cry of protest nearly had him undone, but he fought against the need to fuck her, not looking at her face as he switched their positions.
Kassia suddenly found herself seated on the boulder while Alessandro slid down to his feet and stood between her legs.
“Alessandro?” The professor’s name slipped out of her in Kassia’s confusion.
Shuddering at the sound of his name on her lips, Alessandro lifted his gaze to his. “Keep saying it, sweetheart.” Without taking his eyes off her, he pushed her legs wide open. “I want you to scream my name while I make you come.”
And then his head lowered, disappearing between her legs.
His mouth settled on her sex, moving up and down her folds before his tongue thrust in.
And then he was fucking her with his tongue.
She screamed his name.
Over and over, she screamed, giving him what he wanted because the professor was also giving her what she wanted. Trembling in his hold, she came hard against his mouth, and still she couldn’t stop screaming his name. Her head fell back, her eyes drifted close, and water from the falls cascaded down her body, its silky feel adding to the waves of pleasure that racked her.
Oh God, the professor was so good…
As the last waves of pleasure died down, Kassia expected the professor to reach for the towels so they could leave the pool. Instead, she opened her eyes to find the professor gazing at her with undisguised heat.
Her own eyes widened. “P-professor?” Surely it wasn’t humanly possible for him to still want her?
She looked down to ascertain the truth, and she gulped when she saw the professor’s long, hard cock jutting out of the waist-deep water.
Holy. Crap.
Kassia didn’t even realize she had whispered the words out loud until the professor chuckled.
Her head jerked up.
He was smirking. “I think you need a review on what you’ve learned about Humanities, don’t you think?”
“Umm, I...”
The professor didn’t let her continue, his mouth covering hers as he whispered, “I’m going to make you come again, little chick.”
No. Yes. No. Yes. No.
She couldn’t quite make up her mind and in time, she didn’t have to, the professor making it up for her as his mouth moved down and clamped around her nipple.
And so it started all over again.
****
When Kassia woke up, it was late in the morning, and she was alone in the bed. Memories of last night were hazy except for the parts where she and the professor did…things. After that, though – did the professor carry her back to his study? Probably, Kassia thought groggily. She didn’t think it was possible for her to walk soon after those…things.
Pushing herself up, she rubbed her eyes and stretched luxuriously. Her body ached in many places, even in some that had never ached before.
Her gaze then fell on a note folded neatly on top of the center table, and Kassia’s heart leapt with a sense of foreboding sweeping over her.
Dear Ms. Summers,
On the table is your review guide for Psychology. I hope it serves you well.
I shall be away until tomorrow because of certain responsibilities to my family, and I fear I will not be able to see you in school anytime today, either.
I have instructed Ronnie to be at your beck and call. It would be my greatest pleasure if you would also stay another night in my home.
Yours,
Alessandro
****
Alessandro carefully wiped the blood from his knuckles, staring coldly at the carnage before him. None of them were dead, but none of them were conscious, either. It didn't bother him either way. All the wolves before him were rogues, either exiled by the Lyccan Council or criminals on the loose. All of them had also been paid to ambush his brother, with the highest reward paid to whoever was able to behead Domenico Moretti.
Alessandro looked up when he heard his twin approaching.
"How did you find out about the ambush?" Alejandro asked as he stopped next to his brother. The two of them were both bloodied and battered, their fighting prowess put to the test by having to fight off three dozen Lyccans intent on gatecrashing Domenico's supposedly secret meeting with the Castellano pack leader.
"My spies," Alessandro answered briefly. "You?"
"The same. Do you think Domenico knows about it?"
"It doesn't matter if he does." Alessandro's lips twisted. "I'm afraid our big brother still wouldn't have fought them off even if they had come at him armed with knives and guns."
Both of them fell silent after. It was strange, the way they were identical in almost every way. And yet, when Domenico Moretti had his downfall, the twins’ way of dealing with it had been completely different. Alejandro exacted retribution against the men who attempted to shame the Moretti’s heir apparent by fucking their wives, girlfriends, or any other woman who mattered to them. Alessandro, on the other hand, didn’t bother with something as subtle. He simply used his fists, and if he didn’t have the Lyccan Council riding on his back and watching his every move, he would have happily kept using them.
Above them, the sky continued to change colors, dawn making way for morning. The sight made Alessandro shake his head. They had been fighting for almost twenty-four hours.
“You should go. I can take care of this.” One of the men on the ground started to stir as his twin spoke, but Alejandro promptly kicked the man back to unconsciousness. "I'll make sure the Council doesn’t have any reason to believe you’re involved.”
Having his twin cover up for him didn’t sit well with Alessandro. “I can handle them.”
"I know you can," Alejandro said impatiently, "but that's not the point here. You’re already treading on dangerous ground with the Council. I’m not. I can afford a sanction, but you...it might not be enough for them.”
When his twin didn’t continue, Alessandro said grimly, “You mean they could cage me.” It was one of the worst punishments meted out for their kind and was reserved for the most grievious offences.
Alejandro nodded shortly. “We can’t afford to lose any one of us. This intended ambush on Domenico is proof of it, and I have a feeling it won’t be the last.” He paused. "Also, I heard from the girls—"
Alessandro groaned.
It had his twin raising a brow even as he continued, "You brought a girl home last night?"
Alessandro didn't answer.
His twin smirked. "That's usually not your style, brother."
"Shut up."
“What excuse did you give for leaving her in the middle of the night?”
“I didn’t.”
Alejandro’s eyes whistled. “That’s cold.”
He bristled at the insult. “I did leave her a note.”
“That’s crass.”
He scowled. “Are you itching for a fight?”
Alejandro laughed. “That’s always been your role, not mine.” Not at all bothered by the menacing glint in his twin’s eyes, Alejandro started circling the men on the ground. “All I’m saying is that you must have felt something more than usual for the girl to have brought her home.�
�� Spotting another man starting to stir, he landed a swift but powerful kick to the man’s temple.
Alessandro crouched down on one knee. “What’s your point then?” As he spoke, he did his share of knocking everyone back to unconsciousness with quick jabs to the wolves’ foreheads. He didn’t have to ask what Alejandro was doing since this was SOP for cleanup. Captives were easier to transport to prison when they were immobilized or, even better, insensible.
Alejandro landed another kick before answering. “That was my point.”
Alessandro glanced up at his twin with a frown. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Domenico’s wife left him because he was an asshole. Now, heartbreak’s turned him into a lovesick fool.” Alejandro looked at him meaningfully. “You’re about to tread on the same path. Either cut yourself loose now before you fall too hard…or stop being an asshole if you think it’s too late.”
****
“He hasn’t answered any of your calls?” Ellie tried but failed to imagine how the oh-so-proper Professor X could ditch her friend just like that.
Kassia gave her a small nod.
“Oh, Kassia, I’m sorry.” Even now, she still didn’t know what to say to make things right for Kassia. As soon as Ellie heard her friend’s shaky voice over the phone, she had come dashing to Kassia’s side, armed with ready sympathy and medication.
She had a feeling that Kassia’s fever had more to do with heartbreak than walking in the rain for over an hour, and when she heard her friend’s story, Ellie knew she was right.
Although she would never admit it to Kassia, Ellie believed the professor was just playing with her friend’s feelings. It was the only reason she could think of to explain the professor’s hot-cold treatment.
Ellie sighed as Kassia let out another sneeze. “You should have let his driver take you home.”
“No.” Kassia sneezed again. “It didn’t feel right.”
“Are you crazy? Can’t you hear the rain and howling wind outside? We’ve got a freaking hurricane on our doorstep, and you insisted on walking." She reached up to touch her friend's forehead. "Now, you're the one who's not all right. You're burning up with fever."