by Penny Wylder
But why would he be jealous? What we have is just flirty, isn’t it? It’s an internet hookup, although now instead of relying on the app, we can just hook up in person whenever we want. Same goal, different method. Anyway, I can’t imagine he’s the kind of man would potentially fuck up his own career by actually dating one of his students. Surely, he wouldn’t want that information made public or he’d risk losing his job.
Leo starts his lecture, bringing up some PowerPoint slides and leading us through yesterday’s case study. Today, without the surprise of seeing him for the first time, I’m able to follow along and take notes. And I like seeing this side of him. Super fucking smart. Confident as hell. He leads us through the case and documents, pointing out so many things I’d missed when I just read it on my own yesterday. Clearly, he is as smart as he is sexy. Halfway through class he tells us to exchange work with another student so we can critique each other’s case studies. I turn to Jaime.
As I exchange notes with Jaime, and we start talking about the case, I hear my phone ping from my bag. I reach down for it and I see a text from Leo. I don’t like the way that kid is looking at you.
Despite my mouth turning up at the corners in amusement, I try my best to hide my smile. I text him back: He’s just being a nice guy. We’re following your assignment.
I go to put my phone back in my bag so I can concentrate on my work, but apparently he’s not done with this particular part of his lecture, and my phone pings again.
No, he’s looking at you the way I look at you; like I want to rip your clothes off.
“Everything okay?” Jaime asks.
“Oh, just my mom. You know how overprotective parents can be.”
I text Leo back. All thoughts about the work in front of me have flown out the window, and now the only part of my brain that’s operating is the horny part. Not very useful or smart of me.
Oh really? You want to rip my clothes off? What else do you want to do to me?
“Enough discussion now,” Leo announces to the hall. “Now I want you editing your partner’s paper. Trust me, they can use all the help they can get.”
Jaime rolls his eyes at me and I smile back. We each start making marks on the other’s paper. Leo’s eyes finally shift to me, and Jaime seems suddenly invisible to him. I raise my eyebrows in a challenge.
Leo glances at me, then back at his phone. He’s typing for a while and I realize I’m holding my breath. Moments later I receive another text.
I want to walk up the aisle with everyone in this room watching. I want to drag you down to the front of the hall and strip you naked, revealing your milky pale skin. I would lay you down on the desk and spread your legs, exposing that tight little pussy of yours, all pink and wet and swollen. I’d spread you open and shove my tongue inside your sexy cunt until your juices flow out of you covering my mouth.
My breathing gets heavy. Dirty talk is a very new thing to me, and some of the words Leo uses I have always had an aversion to. I thought they were base, and even degrading. But the way he uses them doesn’t feel like that at all. They make me feel powerful and sexy, like he’s worshipping me, and my body responds immediately.
I feel paranoid reading these texts with Jaime sitting next to me. He’s too attentive to whatever I’m doing. I risk the chance of him looking over my shoulder and reading my texts. I’m glad I didn’t save Leo’s name in my phone. It’s just a number, but a number I know by heart already. If Jaime does manage to read my text, he’ll probably think it’s to another student, but he’ll also wonder why I lied to him about it being texts from my mother. I look around and see most people concentrating on the papers in front of them. I feel some relief and go back to the texts that buzz one by one as they arrive.
I would finger you slow and soft at first, letting your wetness build until it’s spilling out of you, lubing up everything. And then I would add another finger and another until you’re stretched to the point where it’s almost painful but not quite. Your little friend (who is staring at you intently right now, by the way) would cry with his little boner in his hand, knowing he will never be able to bring you the pleasure that I can. He’ll stroke his cock along with the other little shits in this class and wish they were me.
This time I do smile. When I look at Jaime, he hurries to look away, but it’s too late. I catch him. I glance at Leo and he’s laughing. We share a secret smile before he goes back to texting.
And then I would fuck you, deep and hard while your screams of pleasure fill the room. As I squeeze and suck your perfect tits, everyone watching will be jealous because they want you, but they can’t have you. Only I can. Your pussy belongs to me now. It’s all mine, and I’ll use it how I want and when I want and will make you come so hard that your eyes will cross and your legs will be useless. When your pussy is too sore, I’ll use your ass. You liked my tongue on your asshole, didn’t you?
I bite my lip, remembering the strange, yet amazing sensation.
I know you did. You’ll like my cock filling you up even better.
There’s a small zing of fear at the thought of my ass being penetrated by his huge dick. I’ve never had anything in there before, though I have entertained the idea of it. It just seemed too strange and too scary to even attempt it. But this is just fantasy, right?
By now I’m so wet it’s uncomfortable. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a position that feels more comfortable, but my pussy is so sensitive nothing works. I look up at Leo and see his dark stare, the hunger in his eyes. He stands up.
His voice is like a sudden gunshot, filling the room and startling those around him. “It’s your lucky day,” he says. “I’m letting you out early. Continue this work outside of class. None of you completed yesterday’s case study to my expectations. I expect all of you to take your time today to look over your partner’s edits and resubmit by the end of the day. See you tomorrow, bright and early.”
Everyone seems confused at first, then excited by this development and they shuffle out of the room. As I stand up Leo says, “Kimmy, you stay. We need to talk about your case study in particular.”
Jaime gives me a sympathetic smile. “This class can be a little rough. Hang in there, you’ll get it.”
“It’s definitely rough,” I say, smiling inside as he pats me on the shoulder and leaves.
I wait until everyone is gone and then I walk toward the door to lock it.
“No,” Leo says, “Leave it.”
My eyebrows shoot up high on my forehead as the confusion distorts my features. Are we not fooling around this time? The disappointment of us not fulfilling anything that we texted about brings a tightness to my chest.
He surprises me by saying, “The risk of getting caught is half the fun.”
I hesitate. While yes, a little danger could be fun, we could really be caught. He could get in serious trouble if someone sees him fooling around with a student. My reputation could be ruined as well. No student wants to be the teacher’s pet in that way. But his confidence is contagious, and rather than listen to my own instincts, I follow his lead. I give into the excitement of being caught. Taking this risk is heightening my senses. I grow bolder as I walk to the front of the large hall and to his desk, where he’s leaning back so cockily. Like he knew I would come. He expects me to follow his instructions.
We stand in front of each other and stare into each other’s eyes. My nipples tingle and grow hard. I’m exhilarated and nervous. There are other feelings too, that I can’t quite put my finger on in the moment. The stirring in my chest is terrifying because it feels like this is more than just a fling. When he told me I’m his and no one else’s, I wanted that to be true. And I realize now, as I walk down the aisle toward him, that I want him all to myself as well.
Oh, God. Am I falling for my professor? Even as I ask myself that question, I know the answer and it’s horrifying. I am. There’s no getting around it. Leo is everything I’ve ever wanted. Smart and sexy, the kind of man who takes charge and wi
ll risk everything to be with me.
Finally, I’m standing in front of him, and he brings his lips to mine and everything inside of me melts. My clit feels swollen, my nipples threaten to rip through my shirt. I haven’t been able to keep a pair of panties dry since I’ve met Leo.
Our tongues slide against each other, our breath becoming one. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me as tight as he can as if he were afraid I would float away if he let go. And that’s how it feels. I could float away right now. Everything is light and airy, and wonderful.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says when we part. He rubs his thumb against my cheek, studying my face before his eyes come back to mine. “I want you. Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you,” I say, breathless.
“Show me how bad you want me.”
I unbutton my shorts and let them slide to the ground. I step out of them. Then I pull my tee shirt over my head and toss it aside to my shorts. I stand there, in my bra and panties, and look him straight in the yes. He watched intently as each article of clothing came off, yet he doesn’t move. Doesn’t reach out to touch me.
“The rest,” he says.
I hesitate. I know it’s incredibly ridiculous. I’m standing in this large lecture hall, in just my bra and panties. Is there really a difference whether I’m completely naked? I mean, how much worse could it really look if someone walked in now while I was in just my bra and panties? So I slide off my panties, unhook my bra, and toss those aside too. As I’m standing here, completely naked, I lift my foot onto his chair. Being in this gigantic, empty room, makes me feel even more naked and vulnerable than I already am. But it’s exciting too. There is nothing left to the imagination. I’m exposed. I’m his for the taking. He’s looking at me like a wild animal would look at its prey. Like he wants to devour me.
I grab his hand, bringing it between my legs. Guiding his fingers through my wet folds. Leading his finger inside me. It slips in so easily; I’m already so wet.
“Is this enough proof of how much I want you?” I whisper.
He growls and the hungry look in his eyes grows even more predatory. With little effort he lifts me onto the desk and lays me back. He spreads my legs and throws them over his shoulders. I hear his zipper just before his hard cock eases into me, stretching me so deliciously and fully I stop breathing for beat.
I groan at the sudden intrusion. He goes in deep and hard. Each time he hits me so deep, I cry out. It’s not painful really, only a little uncomfortable until my body adjusts, and then I’m hurtling toward my orgasm suddenly. His hands are squeezing my thighs, gripping so hard I expect I’ll have bruises later from his fingertips. His hard, fast thrusts cause me to squirt a little, which seems to put him in a frenzy. I’ve never had that happen before. I’ve heard of it happening, but I always thought it was a myth or a trick they use in porn. I’ve heard boys in school talk about it, like it’s some kind of unicorn they could never catch. But it’s not a myth and it happens over and over again until the desk and my thighs are completely soaked beneath me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says and begins to pound me even harder. He pinches and pulls at my clit, stroking it. I scream as I finally come, clenching my thighs tightly around his hips, stopping him for a few seconds from moving at all.
When my thighs unclench, he fucks me harder, and I can tell from the look on his face, from his gritted teeth, that he’s very close to coming, too. He grunts, and just before I think he’s about to come, there are voices outside the door.
“Shit!” I say.
He pulls out and I scramble to gather my clothes into a ball. There’s no time to get dressed or leave the room. There’s nowhere for me to hide! Terror rips through me as I scramble for a place to hide.
“Under the desk.” Leo sounds far more calm than I feel.
I hurry and climb under the desk. He sits in his chair, his cock still outside of his pants. There’s not much room under here. My heart slams against my chest as I hear the chatter of students filing into the classroom.
Shit, shit, shit. I’m going to get caught. This is going to ruin me. It’s one thing for a rumor to spread, but to be caught naked in the act? This is so humiliating. Not only that, but the desk is a slippery mess from my pussy and our fucking. I could see it glistening in the overhead lights. There’s so much of it that it looks as though he’s spilt a cup of water on it.
I close my eyes and scrub my hands across my face. How could I have been so careless and stupid? There’s something about Leo that makes me let my guard down to the point where I allow myself to make the dumbest decisions of my life. I’m so disappointed in myself. I may even need to transfer schools.
But there’s no way I can leave now. I’m stuck under this desk for the next hour. Even if I weren’t naked, and there was enough room under this desk to get my clothes back on, how could I explain being under this desk in the first place?
Leo’s dick softens as he welcomes his students to class. He sounds calm and collected as he begins his lecture sitting down. I listen to the calmness in his voice and try to let it guide my own emotions. If he’s calm, I can be too. I keep telling myself, over and over again, that everything is going to be fine.
Sitting down at his desk is not Leo’s style. He’s one of those teachers who paces the floor, making sure all of his students can hear him, but he’s stuck just as much as I am. If anyone notices the difference in his teaching methods, they don’t say anything.
As time passes and my paranoia dies down, I find myself staring at the limp cock in front of my face, still snaked out of the zipper of his pants. Even limp, the thing is massive. As far as cocks go, it’s gorgeous. I’m not a stranger to cocks. I may not have had many sexual experiences, but I do enjoy porn. It has gotten me through many a lonely night. I’ve never enjoyed the Hollywood production type with the girls who mechanically go through the motions, no smiling, no enjoyment. I always preferred the homemade stuff with couples who are obviously turned on and enjoying themselves. The production quality isn’t as good, but it feels authentic. Leo’s cock could easily be in one of the professional porn productions. It’s just as big and perfect as any porn star’s, but his moves aren’t predictable or robotic like them. Sex with Leo is other-worldly.
Remembering being sprawled out on his desk with my legs over his shoulders, squirting as he fucked me hard, it has me turned on again despite the compromising position we’re in. It seems crazy, especially for someone like me who is so focused on always remaining professional and keeping my reputation intact, but the close call has me so turned on right now.
I tentatively run my hands over Leo’s legs and feel him stir, just a bit. I touch his soft cock and it immediately begins to swell. I run my finger up and down his length, watching with growing interest as he gets harder, as the crown darkens and the veins at the side become more visible. He spreads his legs a little wider under the desk, and I drag my finger nails up and down his thighs, scratching hard so he feels me under his pants.
I can’t say what comes over me, but I lick the tip, just once, and I hear Leo cough in the middle of speaking to his class. I do it again, and Leo slides his hips a little further down in his desk chair. It’s an invitation, for sure. I put my mouth around it, popping the tip in and out of my mouth, licking the head like the most delicious lollipop. I use my hand to pump his shaft, a steel rod covered in skin as soft as cashmere. I swirl my tongue around the engorged head. The tip leaks. His cock twitches and moves, growing even harder until it’s pointed up at his bellybutton. I take more of him into my mouth, feeling him grow harder every time he passes over my tongue. I love his taste and scent, and under this desk, in this dark and confined space, I’m surrounded by it. It’s like a sensory deprivation chamber and the only stimuli I have his cock. And I can’t get enough of it. I can taste the sweetness of my pussy still on his cock.
I love the feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue. I love the smell and the taste of it. As I bob my h
ead up and down his shaft, he becomes fully erect and can no longer fit down my throat. He’s far, far too big for that. Though I try to take all of him in my mouth, I can’t help but choke.
His voice wavers a bit as I continue to suck him. He chuckles and tells the class, “Sorry, I forgot what I was saying for a moment.” He finishes talking and tells them to take this time to work on the project he assigned them. And that’s when I go hard, stroking him fast, sucking him off, deep-throating him like some kind of porn star. His hands go beneath the desk, forcing my head down and making me to go deeper. I relax my throat and manage to swallow most of him, trying not to gag on his huge dick.
As his hips start to move and the head of his cock swells, I know he’s about to come. He makes a hissing sound only I can hear just before spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. His legs are shaking and I swallow every drop. He shivers as I release him from my mouth.
Like he did with my class, he dismisses this class early too. When everyone is gone, he yanks me out from under the desk. The look on my face is set hard, his brows drawn together like he might reprimand me, but then he kisses me.
“You’re surprising me at every turn,” he says, then he smiles.
I’m surprising myself too. There’s no way I would have done something so crazy even a week ago. There’s something about Leo that makes me willing to risk everything.
The next day it’s the same thing. I stay after class and as soon as all the students have left, I’m naked and bent over classroom furniture. He holds me up against the wall, lifting me off my feet so that they wrap around his waist. He fucks me until I’m sore and sends me on my way before his next cluster of students enter the room.
Every day I stay after class for our “lessons”. It’s my favorite part of the day. And sometimes, but not often, he’ll show up at the coffee shop while I’m studying. Other than that we text before I go to bed and start all over the next morning. I’ve grown to hate weekends. That’s the only time I don’t see him. Those days I’m stuck with my roommate, listening to whichever person (or people) she’s entertaining at the time, and their naked theatrical productions usually leave me spending most of my time in the dorm lounge or the library. It’s almost as if I don’t have a dorm room, but I’m not going to create trouble with Brenna. I can make this work.