Filthy Professor: A Bad Boy Professor Romance

by Amy Brent

  Suddenly, she felt him pull her in and then he kissed her. It was a spontaneous moment and one that she found herself struggling against. It only lasted for a few seconds, before she found herself playfully punching at his rock hard pectorals. The finely tailored white shirt did nothing to contain his muscular physique. She undid the first couple of buttons and gasped noticeably at the look of his body. It was like Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one.

  “I don’t want you to even think about doing what I think that you’re thinking about doing.” Instead of saying anything, he noticed that Leslie was eyeing his package. There was no way that he could stop the physical reaction. His 9 inch cock was now stretching down the left side of his expensive black pants. The suit cost more than anything that she probably had in her closet. She was looking at a billionaire and she turned her back for one second to Google his name and found out his worth. There wasn’t much that you couldn’t find on the internet.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She backed up and began to grind her own black pants against his. “Just because you can’t take this kind of teasing, doesn’t mean that I’m doing anything wrong.” She was practically doing a lap dance. She wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her body down like that of a seasoned professional in a strip club.

  “Don’t do it. I’m begging you not to do it.” Actually, he was almost begging for her to do it. He certainly didn’t stop her from reaching for his zipper and pulling it down to get the goods. She didn’t stop there. Her hand went into the opening and when her fingers made contact with his naked flesh, he jerked in response.

  “I don’t understand it myself, but there’s no sense in messing with the truth. I’ve got you on my mind. I think that I should give you something to make it impossible for you to facilitate a way out of this dinner. After I’m gone, you’ll probably think better of it, but this might seal the deal.” She squeezed and found that vein in back awake and pulsing with a life of its own. “I may even let you cum in my mouth, but don’t count on it.

  Chapter four

  “I don’t know what you’re waiting for. You make me feel like a different man, but trust me the man that I remember is still there.” To prove that to her, he grabbed onto a fistful of her hair and took her crimson locks in between his fingers. The color made him wonder if the rest of her matched that same color. He wanted to find out, but he was doing everything he could to stop this from escalating. This was taking things a little bit too far, but her fingers stroking his length had certainly gotten his attention in a big way.

  “This is the man that I’ve been waiting to meet.” The fire in his eyes indicated to her that not even the sound of a gun going off was going to stop him from exploring the hot recesses of her mouth. “Give into that desire, Brock.” She was struggling to prevent him from touching her lips with the knob. Finally, she left her mark with a ring of her lipstick on the head. It was to signify to others that she was in his life, even though it would probably wash off in the shower.

  Her hot breath made him hungry for more. He had forgotten all about the notion that they couldn’t be together. He didn’t care that he was risking the wrath of the coach. He thought that he could win him over, but doing something like this to his niece would’ve made that impossible. He was good at charming people, but not even his playful banter would be enough to stop the coach from making his life a living hell.

  Leslie knew that her mother in particular would disown her and call her a disappointment. Licking around the knob, she centered her attention on the eye in the middle. She dipped in and felt him buck with his hips moving with a mind of their own. “You really shouldn’t have tasted this good, Brock. I don’t know what you have in your diet, but it certainly benefits you greatly.” There was a fruity component with the creamy texture that was now leaking from the top.

  He had a hold of her head and was now force feeding her his injection of beef. That black salami started to disappear 1 inch at a time. He loved the feel and the wetness of her tongue sliding across, until he was at the back of her mouth.

  “I think it helps that we shouldn’t be together. It makes this more delicious and easily one of the best fucking times of my life.” It didn’t hurt that he was doing it at the goal line. He would never look at the goal line the same way ever again. He would see her on her knees sucking his black stallion and taming it with her hot little mouth. It would entice him to get there in a hurry and he would let no player from the other team stand in his way. He would become a force to be reckoned with, until he was standing in the very spot that he was right now. He was taking liberties with the beautiful round body of a white woman.

  Leslie had tried to hide her other tendencies from other boyfriends, but Brock was easily able to make her into the cock sucking bitch that she had always wanted to be. She found a sort of thrill from sucking him deep right here in a semi public place. She wrapped her long tongue around him and then pulled him into the tightness of her throat. She kissed his pubic region, leaving that same ring that she had placed on the head of his cock. It was an erotic site. She continued to move her head in a fashion that made it almost impossible for him not to start to move on his own.

  “You really should have walked away when you could. I don’t think that I can let you leave here without finishing what we started together.” It was a sight to behold to see her still in her clothing, but he could also see the giant mounds that he would have liked to plant his flag in between. He reached down with two of his manly hands and caressed those treasures. He felt the nipples and wanted to see more. It was like a light had gone off in his head and he suddenly pulled free of her throat for something equally satisfying.

  “I know what you have in mind. By all means let’s see if we can’t make your little soldier stand up and take notice.” It dropped slightly from being called little, but then it rose to full capacity knowing that there was nothing little about it. This is all about psychological warfare and the best way to make a man perform at his best was to feed his ego.

  “I’ve only done this one time before and let’s just say that the girl was not exactly blessed in that department. You on the other hand seem to have what’s needed to make this something very special.” He had already felt that moment rising to the top, but stopping in mid stroke in her mouth had given him a much needed break. She wrapped her breasts around him and the contrast in color was making him want more than anything to supply her with his seed.

  “Brock, I’ve never done this before and I guess I’ve been waiting for the right guy to come along to stretch my boundaries.” Leslie never did more than what was considered vanilla, but this was certainly taking her out of her comfort zone. She had lied about her uncle the coach being away and that trip was not scheduled, until next month. There was that big possibility that he could show up at any moment and catch them with their pants down.

  She almost laughed at the absurdity of that statement. Neither one of them had their pants down, but what they were doing was not considered platonic by any means.

  Every time that his knob came out the top, she was right there to give it the kind of shining that made him shiver down to his very core. That sensitive spot along the head of his cock was crying out for some sort of release. He knew that it was just a matter time before he gave her more than a mouthful. He hadn’t had the pleasure of the company of a woman for over a week. He had been knee deep in negotiations for coming to this team and it had had some drastic side effects to his libido.

  “God damn it. You’re acting like a man that just came back from war.” The wetness of her hot saliva had already paved the way for his cock to move back and forth between her valley with ease. Her hot flesh covered him and the tightness of her hands pressing him between her was something that was made for an orgasm in the making.

  “I don’t think that I will be able to go much…LONGER.” There was a catch in his throat and he had to concentrate on something that wasn’t sexual. Amazingly, he
r uncle and his face came into his mind. It was good to keep him from losing it, but still the feeling of her lips touching him on each stroke had him on the edge. “You almost have me there. Just a little bit more and then you’ll see what this man is made of.” He started to move quicker, holding her shoulders for support and watching, as his cock literally disappeared and then appeared again at the top.

  She felt that it was time to push him past the point of no return, but then decided to stop everything cold. She squeezed at the bottom and looked up into his insane eyes to see that disappointment. “Like I said, this is my way of making sure that you make it to dinner on time. I’m going to leave you like this. It may seem cruel and unusual, but trust me it’s a necessary evil. Don’t even think about taking matters into your own hands. I will know and then you can be assured that this will not go any further than what it has already.” She got up and without tempting fate, she walked away without looking back to see him standing there stunned.

  Chapter five

  Leslie made sure that everything was prepared. She never considered herself to be a gourmet chef, but she knew her way around the kitchen. She had bought two lobsters and they were poaching in warm garlic butter ready to be consumed by two people that were probably hungry for more than just food.

  The bottle of champagne was chilled and there was a medley of fresh strawberries and whipped cream in the fridge for an after dinner treat. She was kind of hoping that dessert would be consisting of those strawberries and whipped cream and her body all mixed into one. She had dressed for the occasion in that red dress that she had bought specifically for the VIP occasion. It was perfect for what she had in mind. It accentuated her body like no other piece of slinky dress in her possession. She looked like she was ready for a night of love and was not a woman that was going to be denied.

  She heard what sounded like an engine and looked out to see that Brock had arrived in style. That yellow mustang was the perfect extension of his already healthy and beautiful body. When he got out wearing that white suit with a black shirt and red tie to accompany it, she almost melted at the very sight.

  Brock walked up to the door of her townhouse and found himself hesitant to knock. For the first time in his life, he felt a nervous bit of energy running through his veins. From the moment that she left him there at the goal line, he knew that he would never be able to think of anything else, until he got this out of his system.

  He had just zipped up, when Coach Spencer called him from across the field. A few minutes earlier and he would have walked in to see his niece on her knees servicing his arousal. They talked for some time and he was finally making inroads into getting the coach to accept him, as not part of the problem, but part of the solution.

  Brock almost turned around three times coming over here, but decided that he couldn’t let her think that he was standing her up. He could have dinner with her, but that was, as far as it was going to go. He believed that, until the door opened and he was faced with a dilemma. He could either compliment her outfit, or he could stare like some cartoon figure with his eyes bulging out of his head. Unfortunately, his surprise at seeing her dressed like that had gotten the best of him. He really couldn’t say anything. Staring open mouthed made him look like he was a complete fool. He finally shook his head and presented her with a gift that was not anything like flowers or candy.

  She tore into the packaging and what greeted her eyes was something that not even she was expecting. It was a signed autographed book by Hemingway. The old man and the sea was one of her favorites. It almost brought a tear to her eye, but this was not a night for sentimentality. This was a night of seduction and to do anything less would be a damn shame.

  “I really don’t know what to say…MMMPPHHHHH.” She didn’t have to say anything and once again she found his mouth plastered over hers. Her breasts were pressed up into his own chest. There was no doubt that he could feel those pointy little pebbles making a presence of their own. They hadn’t even crossed the threshold and they were already all over each other. There was that heat between them and the only way to douse those flames was to use the big hose between his legs.

  They finally separated, but it was a forced decision by the both of them. “I appreciate the gift, but trust me it wasn’t necessary. You should’ve saved it for a special occasion.”

  Brock looked around her and saw what she had done. The candlelight and the champagne was a good way to make him forget everything that he was not going to do. “I would say the same thing for the champagne. It’s not just girls that feel that it tickles their nose.” He looked back and seeing her from behind was almost, as good as seeing her from the front. The dress stretched to accommodate her girth, but in a way that made him almost want to get down and worship.

  “Brock, I know that you’re worried about my uncle the coach finding out about us. I don’t think that it should matter. What our family’s think is their problem. My mother may not like this and we may not speak for some time, but eventually she’ll realize that I’m happy. It’s the only thing that has ever mattered to her and to my father. My uncle might make your life a living hell, but it’s going to be up to you to decide if it’s worth the risk. Let’s start with dinner and then we’ll see how things go from there.”

  She could see him walking around the kitchen and taking in the fragrance of each individual morsel that was in his honor.

  “You really didn’t have to go to this much trouble. I am pretty much a steak and potatoes kind of guy, but I can never say no to lobster.” Brock walked over to the table and sat down with her standing behind him.

  “I could easily turn down the stove.” The implications of her seductive and whispered tone were clear. It hung in the air like a Damocles sword over his head.

  Pulling her into his lap, he showed her exactly the excitement that had been burning in his loins from the moment that she left him on the field. “I think that you can feel for yourself that I am more than ready. I do think that it might be best that we cool things down. We may need the protein to keep us going for some time. Let’s satisfy our appetite for food, before we satisfy our appetite for each other.” He almost lost all conscious thought, as she grinded around in a circle.

  It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties and the feel of her hot little snatch rubbing up and down his pants was more than enough to make him want to bend her over right here at the table.

  “You do make a hard bargain. I’m going get supper served and maybe then you can serve me dessert.” Her attempt at seduction was working better than she thought it would. Her long legs were one of her best features, except that her ass came into the room long after she did. “I made sure to make some of your favorites. The Internet is your friend these days. All I had to do was look up your name and before long there were several articles about those things that you liked and disliked. One of those things that you disliked makes me cock an eyebrow. It says that you don’t like women that show any kind of initiative. You want to be the one to make the first move, but I think that for the two of us it’s a matter of give and take.”

  Leslie made sure to bend over and let her dress ride up over her healthy posterior. She heard the gasp of approval and turned to see that he was looking up at the ceiling and whistling a tune. If he thought that he was fooling anybody, then he was sadly mistaken. She took every effort to turn up the heat, including turning up the heat in the apartment to make it almost unbearable. It was meant to sweat him out of his clothes, but it was also having the side effect of making her feel the heat from underneath her dress.

  She thought for a moment that she could keep her condition to herself, but the trickle of sweetness down the inside of her thigh was making Brock’s eyes come alive like never before. She served him, while his fingers grazed along that wetness and followed it up to its source.

  She moaned and closed her eyes. She was this close to spilling the ladle of freshly steamed summer vegetables into his lap. She managed to compose herse
lf long enough to put everything on the plate and then she sat back down.

  “Is it hot in here, or is it you?” Brock pulled at his collar. He dug into the lobster with his bare hands cracking the shell. He ate like a man that hadn’t had anything in his stomach for a long time. He continually watched Leslie and saw the droplet of sweat between her cleavage. He swallowed hard and then his foot began to play along her ankles and up onto her knee.

  “If you continue to do that, then we’re never going to get to dessert.” They finished the meal and then they stared at each other for a moment. The electricity between them made them forget everything, but each other.

  Chapter six

  Leaving the dishes where they were, they became a whirlwind of passion down the hallway. Their clothes were flying everywhere. By the time they entered into the bedroom, they were practically naked, except for their undergarments.

  He easily unsnapped her bra and looked down to see her shaven mound unencumbered by the presence of any frilly lingerie. “I find it fucking hot that you were going commander tonight.” She was shaved there and there was no way for him to know that her natural color was blond. She only changed, because it gave the misconception that she had no intellect to speak of.

  “I don’t think that you’ll need these anymore.” With those words, she stripped him of the final obstacle. They stood there completely naked taking in everything with their more than eager eyes. Brock pushed her up against the bed and she fell back with her legs dangling over the side. She felt her kiss her ankles and suck each individual toe into his mouth like that of some kind of fetish gone wild.

  He continued to surprise, taking the long scenic route up to the sweet pink that had caught his attention. She was already soaking wet and he sank two of his fingers deep inside to stir up her excitement to another level. “I love how tight you are. You must have men begging on their knees to be with you. I know that from the moment that I saw you that I wanted more than just lip service.” The lip service that she had given him had certainly made him come to her with no mind of his own.