“I can’t get enough of your mouth. I dream about these lips.” He whispers as he bites and nibbles on them some more making me moan. “I want them wet and shiny, wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh God,” I pant, out of breath at the thought of him in my mouth. I want to feel him against my tongue, hot, thick and on the edge...ready to explode.
“I want to touch you. Please.” I murmur against his lips as he continues to toy with mine. He moves his mouth to my neck where he continues placing biting kisses down the left side of it. The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much for me to bear.
“You can touch me now,” He growls against my neck as my hands immediately tangle in his thick, caramel locks. His hands begin to roam over my hips and down to cup my ass, pulling our pelvises together and I can feel his hard length against me. He connects our mouths again, his tongue sliding in to explore every single crevice of mine. His hand slowly slides my thong over and he slips two fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth as I let him continue to touch me, all thoughts of staying away from him and all sense of reason has now fled. I push my hips forward, grinding against his hand as he adds his thumb to the mix. He slowly begins circling just where I want him to and the pressure he’s applying is borderline painful and it’s almost unbearable.
“I…can’t...take...anymore.” I gasp out. “Stop...please...too... much.”
“Hold on to me doll…hold on tight.” He growls in my ear as he continues to torture me with his strong fingers. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on to him as tight as I can when my body is wracked by the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I bite down on his shoulder through his dress shirt and dig my nails into the tops of his shoulders as I ride out the almost painful wave of pleasure that has engulfed me. I shake and buck and my legs suddenly feel like jelly, forcing Professor Hanlon to hold me up. My breathing is labored and I try to slow it down. He removes his hand from my panties and brings his fingers to his mouth, sensually sliding them between his lips.
“Mmm, I knew you’d be delicious.” My knees are still quaking and my legs are still unsteady as I come down from the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I can’t believe I just let him finger bang me up against a door. Unfucking real. I seriously need my head examined. I push against his chest with both of my hands in hopes of regaining some space between us, but he doesn’t budge.
“Professor, please move.” I push against his chest once more. He gazes deep into my eyes and in the dim lighting of the room, I still feel like he’s hypnotizing me with his hazel irises.
“Shelby,” he pauses as he runs his index finger down my nose. “My first name is Garrett. That’s the name you’ll be screaming out the next time I make you come.”
Chapter Four
Late September 2012
It’s now Wednesday, three days since I let Professor Hanlon finger me at the faculty party. Gah. I skipped his class on Monday because I was too humiliated to face him and now, even after a few more days have passed, I’m still inwardly cringing. It’s like a poltergeist took possession of my body and let him do unspeakable things to me. I clearly wasn’t in my right mind. I can’t stand him so why would I let him have his way with me? If I didn’t need these English credits, I would’ve dropped his class like a hot potato by now. Since I do need this particular course, I had Jeff give me copies of his notes so I was able to write the paper that he assigned while I was out. Ironically, the assignment was to write a five-hundred-word essay on the last time you were surprised. Since I couldn’t write about my surprising orgasm on Sunday night, I instead wrote about the surprise party that Hailey threw me for my twenty-first birthday. It was a pretty easy paper for me since it’s so short.
***
I’m absolutely sick to my stomach as I walk down the hall toward Professor Hanlon’s classroom. Jeff was nowhere in sight when I pulled up so I’m trying to blend in with a group of girls that are in my class. I try to stay to the right side of the group as we pass through the doorway and head toward the seats in the back of the room. Jeff is waiting at a table for me with a coffee and a smile on his face. I drop into the chair next to him with a groan and lean my head on his tee shirt clad shoulder.
“You don’t know how much I love you for getting me this coffee. I may actually survive this class now.” I look up at him and smile. He leans down and kisses me on my forehead.
“I’m glad I can help out. Are you feeling better this morning?” He asks me, his tone reflecting his concern.
“Yes, much better. I think it was just a little twenty-four-hour bug.” I hate lying to him but I have no choice. It’s not like I can fill him in on the real reason why I didn’t want to come to class on Monday.
The class itself passes without a hitch and just when I think I’m home free, I hear Professor Hanlon call my name.
“Shelby, can I have a word with you, please?” I groan out loud and drop my head on my desk, not caring that he’s probably observing my reaction. Jeff pats me on the back, trying to reassure me before he rises from his chair.
“I’ll text you later Shelb. Maybe we can get together tonight?”
“Okay,” I mumble as I pick my head up from the desk and look at Professor Hanlon to see what he’s doing. Of course, the prick is looking right at me. I scowl at him as I stand, before slowly lifting my backpack from the floor. As I leisurely make my way to the front of the room, where he’s resting against the front edge of his desk, I drag my feet as if I’m heading to my death sentence and it sure feels as though I am. Being involved with him in any way cannot end well for me. The words “I need to keep my distance” are repeating like a song lyric in my brain, over and over again.
I come to a stop when I’m about five feet in front of him. I’m fearful to get any closer because he’s all arms, like an octopus and always looking for an opportunity to get ahold of me. I wait patiently for him to address whatever he needs to. Some people are uncomfortable during quiet moments and will say anything to try and fill up the empty space. I’m not one of those people. I enjoy silence, especially when it involves Professor Hanlon. Silence wins out every time over anything he needs to say.
“Where were you on Monday? Why weren’t you in class?” I can’t believe he’s even asking me this. The balls on this guy.
“I was in my bed contemplating suicide. It seemed like a viable option after the horrible night I had on Sunday.”
“Shelby, Shelby, what am I going to do with you and that sarcastic mouth of yours? Do you have any ideas? I know I do.” He winks at me and I literally want to punch him in the face. He makes me have violent thoughts...thoughts of doing him bodily harm. I’ve never fantasized about inflicting pain on someone before, but in this case, I think I could really enjoy it, maybe even get off on it.
“Is that all professor? I need to get to my next class now.” I bat my eyelashes at him in a mock innocent manner and wait for him to excuse me.
“That’s all Shelby.” I turn and start to make my way toward the door.
“For now.” It’s only two words but the message that he isn’t done with me comes across crystal clear. I try not to visibly shudder and show him the power his words have over me as I exit the room. Once I’m out of his sight, I rest my head back against the wall in the hallway and take a few deep breaths. As shook as I am, this goes down as a win for me in the record books. He didn’t touch me and I was able to keep my distance which is a huge step in the right direction. I’ll take whatever victories I can get where he’s concerned.
***
Jeff invited me over to his apartment so he could help me with my math homework. It didn’t take very long to complete it, so I decided we needed some sexy time to take my mind off of Professor Hanlon. It. Didn’t. Work. I’m still thinking about him and the giant orgasm he gave me. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Jeff is hot and I always enjoy it. Tonight was no exception, but now after we’re done and I’m home laying in my own bed, I keep replaying what happened on Sunday night. I wish I coul
d make it stop. I don’t want to be having these thoughts about him. It feels unfair to Jeff to be thinking about someone else so soon after being intimate with him; even if we only have a friends with benefits arrangement. I don’t want to be having these images in my head of Professor Hanlon caressing my body.
Chapter Five
Early October 2012
Hailey and I decided to go to the Beacon football game and be supportive of Jeff and Lee since they’re both on the team. Jeff is the quarterback and Lee is a running back and both of them are really talented players. Hailey has been dating Lee since they went apple picking and the two of them seem to have hit it off. I know she won’t get serious with him but at least, it’s someone for her to go out with. Prior to Lee, she hadn’t been on a date in two years. She has some issues from her past that have damaged her ability to trust and unfortunately, that’s probably not going to change. She mentioned that she’s been upfront with Lee about not wanting anything serious right away and he was okay with it. I just hope he’s careful with her feelings and doesn’t mind taking things slow. She doesn’t need to deal with any more shit than she already has.
Both of the guys gave us their practice jerseys to wear for the game. Jeff does it as a joke, to keep all the piranha at bay. He gets sick of the trampy girls pathetically throwing themselves at him. Lee wants Hailey to wear his jersey because he really likes her. Since the weather is a bit cooler today, I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt under it and skinny jeans with my converse. My hair is down and I actually took the extra time to straighten it, which is no easy feat. I wanted to quit halfway through but it would’ve looked strange so Hailey took over and saved me from a ridiculously bad hair and sore arms.
Jeff gave us tickets in the family section since none of his relatives are here and we’re sitting in great seats. We have nice unobstructed views of the field and the perfect vantage point for me to ogle Jeff in his uniform. I love the way football pants hug his butt. He looks so sexy in them. It makes me want to do naughty things to him later tonight.
Beacon is up by one touchdown in the second quarter and they seem to be playing well. My throat is hoarse from cheering so much and I desperately need a drink. I tap Hailey on the arm to get her attention.
“Hey, I’m going to grab a drink before the halftime rush. Do you want one?”
“No thanks, I still have some water left.”
I stand up and make my way past the people in the seats next to me until I reach the aisle. I run all the way up the stairs and make my way around the stadium until I come to the first snack bar. The line is fairly long so I decide to move on to the next one which is located on the other side of the building. I’m speed walking as fast as I can because I don’t want to miss any of the game and I don’t want to get trapped in the crowd sure to come when the clock ticks down to the end the first half. I’m in such a hurry that I zig when I should zag and I bump into someone coming out of the men’s room. Both of my hands are up in front of me in a defensive stance so they land on the rock hard chest before me. I raise my head up to see who I need to apologize to and realize it’s Professor Hanlon. Unfuckingbelievable. Just my luck.
“Watch where you’re going.” I bark out at him with a scowl. I try to push myself away from him but he wraps his arms around me and holds me in place.
“Shelby it’s always nice bumping into you,” He smirks at me only making me angrier. I try to pull out of his grip but it’s no use. He’s holding me too firmly.
“Let me go.”
“What’s the rush, Shelby? There’s still plenty of game left. In fact, come with me.” He takes my arm and pulls me along the hallway with him. I’m almost jogging to keep up with his long strides until we stop before a set of two doors. He opens the one on the right and pulls me into what appears to be a large supply closet.
“Professor Hanlon, what are you doing?” Once again I try to loosen his hold but I can’t get out of it.
“Call me Garrett. I want to hear your voice as you say my name, Shelby. I want to see that beautiful mouth of yours pronounce each syllable. Say it.” He prompts me. “Say it now,” He orders me in a deeper, huskier tone. He leans forward until our lips are only about an inch apart and pauses. I don’t know why, but I find myself reacting sexually to his command.
“Garrett,” I whisper softly. He groans as he presses his mouth to mine. He sensually licks my lower lip before sucking my top lip between both of his. I moan from the longing a single kiss from him can bring out in me. One small kiss and I’m ready for him to take me in a supply closet. His hands trail down to cup my ass and pull my hips toward his. His erection presses on my lower stomach as he finally slides his tongue into my mouth to lick and suck on mine. My hands slide under his shirt to claw at his naked back as he rolls his hips against my pelvis. His skin is smooth and hot to the touch, his muscles rippling with his every movement. I reach my hand down and caress him through his pants. I’m overwhelmed with an urge to see if he’s as large and hard as he feels. I slowly trace the outline of his cock before squeezing it tight with my fingers. His answering groan in my ear sounds so masculine and sexy.
“Touch me Shelby.” He encourages. “I need your hands on me now.” As I undo the snap on his jeans and pull down the zipper, I’m crazed with the need to touch him. I move my hand downward and find that he’s not wearing any underwear. Why am I not surprised by this? He’s so hard and thick my fingers can barely fit around him. His skin is soft like velvet and he’s solid like steel. I slowly slide my hand up and down his length a few times squeezing him tight in my fist. Touching him is making my panties drenched and making me yearn to be fucked hard against the wall. I continue moving my hand up and down, increasing the speed as I go. His breathing is becoming ragged in my ear and I can tell he’s getting close because his balls are drawn up tight to his body and his hips are thrusting at a faster rate. I raise his tee shirt up as far as I can so I can lick his chest while I continue touching him. It’s only a minute more before he groans out my name, coming all over my hand and his stomach.
“Shelby,” he pants out between breaths. I ignore him as I look around for something to wipe my hand on. I find a roll of paper towels for us to clean up with. After I finish, I throw the paper towel in the rubbish and quickly walk to the door. As I’m turning the knob, I hear him say my name.
“Shelby,” he pauses until I look at him over my shoulder. “You can run now, but we both know this is only the beginning.” I open the door and walk out without looking back or acknowledging what he said. I can’t believe that just happened. I need a stiff drink now more than ever, but they don’t serve alcohol at our college games. Damn. I purchase two bottles of coke and I gulp one down immediately; carrying the other one back to my seat with me. When I sit down, I notice there are only thirty seconds left on the clock until halftime.
“What took you so long Shelb?” Hailey asks as soon as I sit down.
“You won’t believe it when I tell you later.” I shake my head, angry with myself over my lack of control, as I answer her question.
The second half of the game has been action packed with back to back touchdowns by both teams. The score is close with Beacon still up by seven points. There’s only two minutes left in the game and we have the ball. Jeff is notorious for being great during the two-minute countdown and he doesn’t disappoint. When there are only twenty seconds on the clock he hands the ball off to Lee and he takes it in for another touchdown, sealing their win. Hailey and I start screaming and jumping up and down.
“That was such a great play,” Hailey tells me, the excitement she’s feeling, apparent in her voice.
“You better reward Lee tonight.” I laugh and elbow her in the side. She rolls her eyes at me.
“Yeah, because I make a habit of sleeping with guys when they score touchdowns.”
“Well, you have always had a thing for football players. Do you need to be reminded of Erik and Marcus...do those names ring a bell?”
“You�
�re such a bitch. You just had to go there. You’re supposed to be my friend.” She jokingly punches me on my arm and we both laugh.
“Was Cory ever a football player?” I hold my arms up in front of me to ward off the beating that I know she wants to give me.
“You’re a horrible friend for even mentioning him. He doesn’t exist. He was a moment of temporary insanity. Would you like me to go through your list of mistakes?” She smirks.
“We’re talking about you right now, not me,” I say with feigned innocence. Hailey shakes her head and gives me her trademark eye roll. We sit in silence for a few minutes as people shuffle by us and make their way out of the stadium. We have to wait for the guys so we’re in no rush. They’re taking us to a frat party and although I don’t really feel like going, I’m sure I’ll end up having a great time.
We slowly make our way to where the locker rooms are so we can be waiting for the guys when they come out. On the way down I filled Hailey in on what happened with Professor Hanlon.
“It seems like you guys have some serious chemistry Shelb. I’ve never seen you so out of control with your feelings for a guy.” She looks at me to gauge my reaction. I’m chewing on my lip lost in memories of our closet rendezvous.
“It’s so weird that I have such a strong attraction to him. I can’t stand him and sometimes I literally want to punch him in the face. But then other times I want to tear his clothes off and angry fuck him.” Hailey snorts at my reply.
“Oh my God...angry fuck him...you kill me Shelb.”
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