Filthy Professor (A Forbidden Student Teacher Romance Novella)

by Lila Younger

  “No news,” she says, biting her lip.

  We sit back down together and Kaitlyn accepts the coffee and chocolate. Since I came so quickly, I didn’t bring anything with me to pass the time, so she brings out one of her books for her thesis for me to read. Suddenly she leans onto my shoulder.

  “I’m really glad you’re here,” she says. “I feel like maybe everything could turn out okay now that you are.”

  I shift a little so that I’ve got my arm around her and lean back against the wall. Suddenly I don’t regret coming at all. I want to be Kaitlyn’s comfort. I want her to be able to turn to me and rely on me, I realize slowly. I want this.

  “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I say softly, and kiss her hair. And I mean it.

  The next few hours pass slowly. People are called in, and more people show up. At one point there’s a huge ruckus as someone gets wheeled in from an ambulance, waking us up from our spots on the bench. My stomach is empty and growling, but the last thing I want to do is leave Kaitlyn alone in case the worst happens. So I suck it up and try to focus instead on her. Somewhere along the lines, in the weeks that I’ve gotten to know her, what we’ve been doing has become more than about getting my dick wet with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It’s become being with Kaitlyn, a brilliant, determined woman I want to be with. The thought scares the fucking hell out of me, but at the same time, being here, going through it, makes me surer than ever that this is what I want.

  It’s almost four in the morning when a surgeon comes out to speak to Kaitlyn. I’m not sure if she wants me to go with her, but she holds tight onto my hand so I follow.

  “The heart operation went fine,” she says with a smile as we get closer. “And same with the hip fracture. She’s going to have a lot of work ahead of her, but she’s made it through surgery.”

  “Thank you doctor,” I say.

  “Do you think we can go see her?” Kaitlyn asks softly.

  “Technically visiting hours are over, but if you’re really quiet you can have a quick word with your grandmother. She’s pretty tired, so I can’t give you more than five minutes.”

  “That’s fine,” Kaitlyn says quickly. “Thank you so much.”

  “Let me find out for you where your grandmother’s room is.”

  The surgeon goes back to the counter and Kaitlyn beams and throws her arms around me. I can feel the relief coming off her in waves. The surgeon comes back and gives us instructions to her grandmother’s room, and we head to the elevators.

  “You know, I was feeling guilty because I hadn’t been visiting her these past few weeks,” she says quietly after she pushes the button for the third floor. “Grandma hates to feel like a burden, so she never tries to make me go. All I kept thinking was if something happened I’d feel guilty forever knowing I hadn’t spent as much time with her.”

  “Are you very close with her?” I ask.

  “Oh yes. I’ve never told anyone this, but sometimes I see her as my mother more than my own mom. My parents were not… excited to be parents. I think I was actually a mistake. All my life I’ve felt like a third wheel, something they took care of because they had to, but that’s it. But my grandmother loved me. I’d go to her for an entire summer, and funny enough, it was the highlight of the year for my parents and I.”

  “That’s why you chose TAU?”

  “Yeah. My Grandma actually lives the next town over. It was going to be perfect. And then she had her first heart attack and had to go into a facility. She’s an artist you know. That’s partly why I chose Art History. It’s something the two of us share.”

  We get out and follow the room numbers until we reach her grandmother’s room. There’s a small light on inside, and luckily she doesn’t have a roommate. The nurse smiles at us and holds up her hand then taps on her watch before turning back to her charts. Kaitlyn goes in first, and I wait by the doorway in case she needs a few minutes.

  Her grandmother is very regal and I can see traces of her in Kaitlyn, especially in the wide eyes and small frame. I’m sure at one time her grandmother must have been just as striking as she was. They exchange a few words quietly and then her grandmother spots me. Kaitlyn turns around, her cheeks rosy, and beckons me over.

  “So,” her grandmother says. “You’re the Ian Taylor my granddaughter’s been telling me about.”

  Her voice makes me stand up a little straighter. I can tell by her gaze that she knows exactly who I am. That’s not surprising since she’s lived in the area. My family has been around for generations. Even before Taylor Pharmaceutical my family had money and spent generously in these parts. That’s why the university is named after us.

  “It’s good to meet you ma’am. I’m sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”

  “Ian’s been here all night,” Kaitlyn explains. “Even though he didn’t have to.”

  “It’s not a big deal. I’m happy to be here for Kaitlyn.”

  Her grandmother gazes back and forth between us. If she’s figured out what’s going on, what with the age difference between us and why I would be here for Kaitlyn, she doesn’t say. Instead she smiles and pats Kaitlyn’s shoulder, letting her know that she’s tired and if maybe Kaitlyn could come back later in the morning?

  “Of course Grandma. I’ll bring you some snacks too. I know you hate hospital food.”

  The nurse shows up at the door and beckons to Kaitlyn. I’m about to turn to go too, but her grandmother reaches out a hand and clutches onto my coat. I turn around in surprise.

  “My granddaughter deserves someone who’s willing to give her the world,” she says fiercely. “Not some wishy washy playboy who’ll forget her with when a prettier toy comes along.”

  “I-I know,” I say, taken aback. This is one sharp lady if she’s figured out our relationship with just a glance.

  “Just making sure of it,” she says, relaxing back onto the bed.

  She closes her eyes, and after a second I quietly walk out and close the door. Kaitlyn is filling out some paperwork, so I wait until she’s done and the two of us head back out. My stomach is rumbling like crazy, the hunger finally making itself known now that the crisis has passed. Kaitlyn tells me that there’s a great diner a few blocks away, so that’s where we decide to go. I make a note to call in sick for today. If Kaitlyn is going to stay, then my place is by her side. I’ve come to that conclusion sometime in the night, and it feels perfectly right.

  Chapter 9

  Kaitlyn

  I feel like ever since Ian met my Grandma there’s been a shift in things. It’s hard to say what exactly, but I notice little things, like the way he looks at me, not just like he’s turned on, but softer, more tender. Then there are the little touches, once in class even, that aren’t meant to just arouse, but to connect us. Unfortunately, Spring Break has arrived, and with it, a weeklong trip to Japan hosted by the Art History Department (ironically funded by the Taylor’s as a gift to the school to further Art Education) so that the students can see art up close and personal firsthand. This year we’re going to Japan, a first for the department, and since Ian’s a new teacher, he’s not part of the trip. Last year when I signed up, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to do more. This year, I’m desperate to skip it. I almost do, but Ian insists that I should go because it’s such a rare chance.

  So I go, rather reluctantly, but I go. And it is amazing. There are beautiful museums and temples in Japan, and the teachers have really outdone themselves, putting together classes on sumi-e ink drawings and calligraphy, as well as woodcut illustrations so that we can appreciate firsthand the techniques and skill that went into the art. Ian and I message each other every day. He paid extra for a travel plan for me so that we could keep in touch and I can show him firsthand all that I’m doing. I’m thankful, because with a roommate at the hotel and the constant traveling we have to do, there’s never time to Skype or call. And I wouldn’t risk it anyways. Who knows who might recognize Ian’s voice?

&n
bsp; Still, this is definitely the longest I’ve gone without sex, and I’m going a little stir crazy by the end of the trip. So when Ian texted me asking for a meeting Monday afternoon, I can hardly wait. This morning I take extra care in the shower, shaving everything nice and smooth, and I wear a gorgeous matching bra and panty set I bought once on a whim and never had a chance to wear. The weather is finally improving too, so I can get away with a camisole, skirt and boots, plus my motorcycle jacket.

  My morning classes take forever to get through, and I can’t sit still. I’m getting so wet between my legs imagining how Ian’s going to react when he sees me. Finally it’s two o’clock so I head up the elevators, go to the third floor, and knock on his door. I’ve got the biggest smile on my face, which gets even bigger when he opens the door and I see how excited he is. I want to throw myself into his arms, but anyone could walk down the hall.

  “Hi,” I say softly.

  He tugs on my arm and closes the door, and in the blink of an eye I’m pushed up against it, his lips on mine and his hands running through my hair. I’ve kept it curled and long, just the way he likes it. I can feel arousal coursing through my body as he grinds his erection against my stomach. His rod is hard as iron and hot through the material of his pants. I guess he’s been thinking about me all morning too. His hand curls a hank of my hair and tugs, tilting my head up so his tongue can plunge into my mouth, claiming me with it. I can feel all the pent up desire he’s built up over the past week unleashed onto me. My breathing is shallow and quick as my pulse as he unzips my jacket and skims his hands over my nipples, hardening them into stiff buds beneath my bra. He’s rougher, even more than usual, but I don’t care because I’ve wanted this just as much. Ian pulls apart from the kiss long enough to push my jacket off my shoulders and tugs off my cami.

  “Here?” I ask questioningly. “What about the professor next door?”

  “Don’t worry. He’s called in sick,” Ian says, his voice ragged. He’s playing with my breasts, circling and pinching my nipples so I have to fight to concentrate on his words. “So we don’t have to wait.”

  “Good. Cause I want your cock now,” I say, lust making me bolder than usual. It feels strange to speak so dirty, but good too.

  I press a hand up to his crotch to underscore my point and he groans. I smile, but then he surprises me by turning around and pushing a space on his desk, then pulling me down on top of it. He’s got a finger hooked in the waistband of my skirt and panties, and with a swift pull, they’re puddled around my feet. I hear the clink of his belt buckle, and then he’s there, his cock pushing up between my ass cheeks before sliding right up against my pussy. Each time his cock rubs against my clit, he sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me arch and push my hips back against him.

  I can’t believe that this is me. I’m bent over the top of Ian’s desk, in his office, bared wide to take him from behind. I can see the mess of stuff he’s pushed off his desk to make room for me, and the smell of my sex hangs in the air. On the one hand, the fact that we’re doing it in his office is thrilling. What if someone catches us? On the other hand, it feels so naughty. This isn’t me at all. I’m the studious, shy girl who’s no good with pickup lines or flirty small talk. How did I end up here, naked and exposed, for the sexiest man on earth?

  “I love how wet you are,” he whispers, leaning over my shoulder and kissing it.

  Ian’s hands caress down my back and over the curve of my ass. He goes slowly, like he’s got all the time in the world. I didn’t think that I would be comfortable spread out like this for another man in daylight where he can see every bit of me, but I am. With Ian I feel worshiped and secure, and that is an incredible turn-on. I’m expecting him to enter me any minute, and the anticipation is almost unbearable. He lifts his hands for a moment, and then suddenly, smack! He lands his palm directly on my right cheek. I gasp at the sting, but it feels so good too, so much that my pussy sends another torrent running down my thigh. The next second, before I can even take another breath, he slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. I can’t help it, I moan.

  “I don’t want you to ever go away from me for that long ever again,” he growls, smacking my ass yet another time.

  “I won’t, I won’t, I promise,” I whimper, wanting him to stop and yet, not at all. My body’s on fire, every nerve ending fizzing with pain and arousal.

  “Good girl. I’m going to fuck you on my table now,” he says, his voice almost raw with lust.

  He positions his cock between my folds, languidly stroking his shaft along my lips and my clit until he’s slick from me. It takes everything in me not to beg and scream for him to do it already. I can feel my slit clench with want, desperate to feel full. The head of his cock feels like a battering ram as he pushes it right up into my hole. And then the resistance is gone and he slides right in, stretching me out until I’m snug as a glove around his girth.

  “Oh Ian,” I moan with relief. “Oh!”

  Something about the angle of me on the desk and him behind me is perfect. He’s able to penetrate me completely, my body opening up to take him. I’ve never felt so full, and when he pulls out, I actually whimper in disappointment because I feel so empty. But then he’s there filling me up again, slamming into me in a hard thrust that shakes the table and almost knocks over his cup of pens. I’m gripping tight onto the edge, keeping my legs splayed wide as he fucks me again, making me take every single inch of him.

  “You’re so tight for me Kaitlyn,” he groans appreciatively.

  Ian mounts me like this over and over, strong hands gripping onto my hips so that I don’t jerk forward from the desk. His motions swift and dirty, drilling into me and hitting that spot that sends pleasure radiating out of my core. And then he slaps my ass again, the stinging pain sweetening the pleasure of his cock sliding between my legs. He thrusts faster into me, all cares forgotten as I push back from the desk against him, our bodies meeting together with bruising force. A deep thrum has been building inside of me, and it grows bigger with every second Ian’s inside of me. I’ve needed this, needed this like an addict, only it’s Ian that I can’t do without anymore. I’m breathing hard, trying hard to keep going, to keep the pleasure from completely overwhelming me because I want us to come together. And then he reaches around in front to my pussy, his thumb rubbing my engorged little clit. The double stimulation of my clit and my pussy full of cock is too much for me.

  Everything feels so good, and I’ve been missing it so much that I can’t last very long even though I do my best to relax. I want to shout his name, but it’s like Ian knows, his other hand clamping over my mouth. It’s so hot and dirty, knowing we could be caught tips me over the edge, my orgasm tearing through my body and leaving me quivering across his desk. Sparks of pleasure ignite through my body, consuming everything. My fingers clench and unclench as the waves of pleasure go through system. My legs are totally useless; the only thing holding me up is Ian, who fucks me through it as my pussy tries to clamp down on him. Each thrust brings me higher, my orgasm peaking stronger again and again, until I’m almost blacking out from the bliss.

  And then I hear him growling as he fills me up one last time for a full ten seconds, before he gives me a few more thrusts, slower and slower, filling me up with his seed. I can feel his cock throbbing as he empties inside of me, the warmth of it claiming me as his.

  I barely register as he pulls out of me, scoops me up and holds me close to him on the couch he has in the corner. I’m hot and sticky and glowing, and I don’t want to make a mess since he’s still basically clothed, but he doesn’t seem to care.

  “I’ve missed this.”

  “I know. My fingers used to do it for me, but now it’s just pitiful,” I say playfully.

  “That’s not what I mean Kaitlyn. I mean I miss this, the cuddling and holding you afterward.” His voice is soft and low with my ear pressed against his chest. I can hear the way his heart thumps faster, even though he delivers his words so
calmly. This is the closest he’s gotten to admitting there’s something more he feels too, and it makes my heart flutter with happiness.

  “Me too,” I murmur.

  He squeezes me to him and we lapse into sleepy silence again. The minutes tick by in the early afternoon, and I wish we could just stay like this, but I’ve got another class to go to. I wait until it’s the last five minutes before class before I slowly push myself up off of him and stand up.

  “I have to go to my seminar,” I say softly.

  “I know,” he says with a sigh. His hands reach out to tangle my fingers in his. “Come over tonight. I want to make you dinner.”

  Chapter 10

  Ian

  I wait at least five minutes after Kaitlyn leaves before I exit out of the office too. That will make me a few minutes late to class probably, but that’s okay. There’s always a straggler or two that interrupts if I start on time. What we did was reckless, even though I assured Kaitlyn otherwise. After all, one of my colleagues could have passed through and heard us. But I’ll be honest, I don’t think I could have stopped myself even if Dean Rodney himself was on the other side of that door. I missed her too damn much.

  I take the time to straighten out my clothes, which are rumbled from me holding her on the couch. It’s really an uncomfortable old thing, and I had a spring digging into my back the whole time, but I wasn’t going to cut things short with Kaitlyn. My next class is a long one, so I go into the break room to fill up my water bottle. There I run into Barry, looking strangely smug and satisfied about something. He’s making something in the microwave that smells absolutely terrible.

  “Barry,” I say shortly. “Can I get around you?”