“I want to know if you’re as wet as I think you are right now.”
“Oooh,” she breathes as I slip my finger under the fabric and find her slick with arousal.
Her breathing starts getting erratic and she begins clenching around my finger just as the waitress comes walking over. I see the panic in Madison’s eyes as she approaches but I refuse to move my hand.
“What can I get for ya’ll?”
Neither of us has even glanced at the menu so I order the first thing I see. “Two cheeseburgers and fries and…two strawberry shakes.”
The waitress is too focused on writing down our order to pay too much attention to us, but that doesn’t stop Madison squirming in her seat every time I twitch my finger.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers as the waitress retreats.
“That’s nothing, sweetheart. Now, tell me, can you be quiet as I make you come?”
“Here?” Her eyes are wide as she flicks them around the diner at to the other customers sitting only feet away from our booth.
“Right here.” Pushing my fingers deeper, I bend them so they hit just the right spot. Madison sucks in a sharp breath as her head falls back.
Feeling her body trembling as her release gets closer, I lean towards her and whisper in her ear. “Let go. But don’t tell anyone else you’re coming on my fingers.”
She whimpers as her pussy starts to pulsate and my cock strains for the same release.
Pulling my fingers from her body, I lift my hand and suck them deep into my mouth. She stares at me with heated eyes. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart.” Embarrassment floods her cheeks at my compliment. “Blushing only makes me want to push you further.”
Looking down at the table, she fusses about with the napkin until the waitress returns with our drinks. My eyes don’t leave her as her lips wrap around the straw and suck down the creamy milk.
“Fuck, Madison. Do you know how badly I want to demand you get on your knees right this second?”
She immediately stops drinking and her eyes widen. “I don’t think—” The panic in her voice is evident, so I put her out of her misery.
“I won’t do it this time. But you can expect it to happen one day.”
We sit and eat in silence, the sexual tension crackling between us. I’m desperate to drag out our time together, but the huge pile of grading that is waiting for me means I reluctantly have to put an end to our little lunch date.
* * *
“Where should I drop you?” Madison asks as we approach ORU.
“Just go home, and I’ll walk.”
“What?” She balks. “But people might see us together. It’ll be weird.”
“We live on the same land. It would be weird if we came back separately,” I argue, trying not to allow her to make a big deal out of this.
“That’s not the point. We shouldn’t be together.”
“But we are.” My voice comes out a little harder than I was expecting and she turns to look at me.
“We are?”
“Pull over.”
In just a few seconds, she’s slowing the car to a stop on the side of the road.
Turning to her, I take her cheeks in my hands and stare deep into her eyes. “You’re mine,” I state. “No matter what happens, you need to remember that.” She stares back at me, her eyes starting to water. “You got that?”
“But what about—”
“I don’t fucking care, Madison. All I care about is you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you in that little white bikini. I couldn’t touch you then. Now? Now, you’re mine.”
Wiping away the tear that drops with my thumb, I lean forward and press my lips against hers. “Mine,” I mumble, and she nods as I feel another tear hit my fingers.
Madison
I managed to convince the girls that I was feeling better and it was nothing serious, but I got questioning looks from a couple of them, including Stacy. Her face told me she didn’t believe a word of it, but she was going to have to because there’s no way I’m telling her or anyone the truth, that the pain I’m currently experiencing is due to giving my teacher my virginity.
The truth could lose Mr. Henderson—Josh—his job.
Every part of me is screaming that what we’ve done is wrong, that it’s against everything he should stand for as a teaching assistant, but I can’t help feeling like it’s so very right.
His words from the night before in my car come back to me. I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you. He’s in love with me and has been for years when I didn’t even know he existed. How fucked up all this is doesn’t elude me, but I can’t help feeling that it could be a mutual thing. Is it possible to fall in love this quickly?
I’m desperate to talk to one of the girls, to find out if everyone else thinks I’m as crazy as I think I am.
Shoving my books into my bag, I prepare to leave the house and attend my first class taught by the man I spent the weekend fucking. I groan as the memory of us on my bed hits me once again. Heat floods me. How am I meant to sit and listen to him? All I’m going to be able to picture is him naked and thrusting into me. My insides clench as I’m reminded once again of the delicious ache from having him inside me for the first time.
Fucking hell.
Taking a deep breath, I pull my bag onto my shoulder and tug my door open to see what this day is going to hold.
I’ve never been nervous walking into a classroom before, but my heart pounds and my palms sweat. Even with my eyes focused on the ground, I feel the moment he sees me. My temperature spikes and my heart races.
I try to force myself to keep looking down but my body caves to his demands even from across the room, and I find myself raising my head. The second our eyes connect, my knees almost give way. Coming to a stop as the power of his gaze washes through me, someone crashes into me and sends me tumbling forwards.
Hands land on my waist. “What the hell are you doing?” I can still feel Mr. Henderson’s burning stare as I turn to find King holding me upright.
“Sorry, I…uh…lost my footing.”
When I look back to the front of the room, anger is oozing from Josh. Quickly stepping away from King, I walk towards him and take my usual seat, even if I’d prefer to hide at the back and away from his attention.
No one would guess anything has changed from the way Mr. Henderson conducts himself throughout our lecture. I, on the other hand, am a pile of nerves that someone is going to clock the heated glances he keeps casting my way or the fact I don’t speak up when I usually would. I’ve always enjoyed learning, but I have the sudden need to run and never come back. If this is how the rest of the year is going to go, I’m not sure I’m willing to continue.
* * *
“Miss Warren,” is rumbled across the room while everyone packs their stuff away. My heart jumps into my throat.
“Yes, Sir,” I say weakly, looking up to impatient eyes.
“I’ve had to move your one-to-one. Are you available this afternoon, four o’clock?” His voice is hard and shows no emotion, unlike mine.
“Yeah, that should be…that should be fine.”
“Okay, my office then.” He gives me a quick wink before he turns back towards the desk.
* * *
“Madison.” Professor Freeman nods as he leaves the office.
“Sir.” My voice trembles with anticipation and I pray it’s not noticeable as I rush past him to the door he just exited.
I know he’s on the other side waiting for me. I can feel the beat of my heart in every inch of my body as I raise my hand to knock.
“Come,” he shouts, and the word alone has heat flooding my core.
Pushing the door open and slipping into the room, I smile brightly and try to act normal, but the second my eyes land on him leaning back in his chair with his hair a mess, his tie loosely hanging around his neck and the top few buttons of his shirt undone, I lose my composure.
“Come here.” His demand is rough and deep and it causes my insides to quiver.
Dropping my bag, I walk towards him. He spins out from behind his desk and lifts me onto his lap. Lowering myself, I can already feel his hardness pressing into me.
“Missed you,” he admits before grabbing onto my nape and pulling me down for a kiss.
In seconds, I’m grinding down on top of him, trying to find the friction I need. All thoughts of where we are are long gone as I focus solely on him.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters against my neck and he reaches down for his waistband. I lift myself up and in seconds he’s freed himself and pushed my panties to one side so he can sink into me.
Throwing my head back as pleasure races through me, I lift up slowly before dropping back down.
“Fucking heaven,” he grates out through clenched teeth. “All I could think about throughout that class was fucking you. You’re a fucking tease, sitting in the front row with these fucking gorgeous legs on full display. Put your hands back on the desk.”
I do as I’m told and the new angle has me tumbling towards orgasm in seconds.
“Holy shit, that’s it. Come, Madison.”
I’m just about to fall as voices from the hall filter through to us. Panic has me sitting up straight and my eyes widening.
“Don’t stop,” he grunts with his eyes closed and the muscles in his neck straining.
“But—”
“Don’t. Stop.”
The voices fade and feeling Josh press his thumb to my clit brings me back to the here and now. And right now I’m about to come in his office. Fucking hell, what am I doing?
“Now,” he demands, his thumb still teasing me relentlessly. I fall into mind-numbing bliss. Anyone could walk in and I wouldn’t even notice.
Seconds later, I feel him swell inside me before he moans loudly as his own orgasm claims him.
As he lifts me to my feet, I watch as he tucks himself into his pants and sits back.
“Well, I don’t know about you, Miss Warren, but I think this semester is looking up.”
I laugh as I run my fingers through my hair to try to smooth it down.
“Tell me about your plans for the future.”
I try to rack my brains for what it is I want to do once I’ve finished college but as always it eludes me. “I’ve no idea.”
“Don’t you want to follow in your parents’ footsteps?”
“Not really,” I admit quietly.
“Perfect. You can be my sex slave.” If it weren’t for the wink, I’d think he meant it.
Josh
Falling back on my chair after watching Madison walk out of my office, I do my best to put myself together. I couldn’t wait until her original one-to-one session on Wednesday, and I knew she’d have to be my last appointment of the day because if it went the way I hoped, I wouldn’t be in any fit state to discuss any other students’ progress. Memories of being inside her the day before were still the only thing I could think about, and if I had my way she wouldn’t be leaving the office until I’d had my fill.
I smile to myself as I look down at the desk where only minutes ago she’d been resting back while I filled her to the hilt. After all my years of fantasizing, I never could have dreamed that she would be even more than I always wanted.
The swelling of my cock is soon cut short when the office door flies open and Professor Freeman strides in. Dropping his books on the desk at the other end of the room, he glances over at me. “You okay?” His brows draw together as he looks at me with something akin to concern—but I know it’s not, because Freeman doesn’t give two shits about me other than that I make his life easier.
“Yeah, I’m…uh…just a little warm.”
“There’s air conditioning in this office for a reason,” he mutters, tutting under his breath.
“Yes, Sir. I was…engrossed in what I was doing.”
Looking from my face and down to the desk in front of me, it’s obvious to both of us that I wasn’t working. The desk is clear bar the blank computer screen and a couple of pens.
“Right. Well, I’m done for the day. Enjoy your…work?” His statement comes out as a question that makes my heart begin to race.
I’ve been trying to play down the seriousness of our new relationship with regards to my job, but the reality is that if we’re caught, I’m fucked. Becoming a college professor is the only thing I’ve wanted for many, many years.
Until I saw her.
My focus changed slightly, even more so when she walked into my classroom and gave me the opportunity I’d been dreaming of for almost all my adult life. Yes, I still want my career, but fuck if I don’t want her more.
Madison
I hate liars, but that’s exactly what I’ve become. I’ve got a secret I can’t tell anyone about, and I’ve spent the past two weeks sneaking around like some kind of criminal. I’m powerless to stop it. Every minute I spend with Josh, I feel myself falling even harder for him.
When he admitted in the car on the way back from our parents’ that he’d fallen in love with me, I thought he was crazy. No one can fall in love that fast—or so I thought, because it seems in only days I’ve given every single piece of myself to my teacher.
I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life. I’ve always been the good girl, the cheerleader, the girl first to get up in front of the class and read their homework aloud, and here I am tarnishing my squeaky clean reputation with a sordid affair.
Or is it?
Technically, we could have known each other for years. We could have started our relationship long before we became student and teacher. These little thoughts keep popping up in my head, a way to rationalize my behavior and try to make what we have seem less…sleazy.
Trying to shake the thoughts from my head, I run my brush through my hair one last time before checking my outfit. Tonight is Halloween and our last night at the haunted house. For something I’d been looking forward to since the beginning of the semester, I haven’t really spent much time there and I feel awful about not giving it my all when the money’s going to such a good cause.
I’ve wanted to be there more, but every time I put this costume on all I see is him—him and his warning about wearing it in front of other guys.
Grabbing my phone, I read the message that showed up a few moments ago.
J: Do not change out of that outfit before you get here x
A shiver runs through me as I think about what’s in store for me tonight. After I managed to convince him that he wasn’t to step foot inside the haunted house ever again, he’s been adamant I sneak off afterward and spend the night making it up to him. I have no complaints about the suggestion and willingly disappear before the other girls come to find me.
As expected, the house is packed with people, and before I know it I’m once again turning the lights off, only now it’s for the final time.
Memories assault me of the first night and hearing the door shut behind me as I leant over the same exact desk. It makes me wonder how life can change so much in the blink of an eye. I was just a student then. Now I’m a student falling in love and sneaking off with the one person she shouldn’t be.
Slipping out the back door at the first opportunity, I head across the vast land the house is sat on, in the direction of Josh’s apartment. He lives a bit of a walk from campus, but I refused to allow him to come and meet me because of the number of people who’ll likely be out and about tonight.
Pulling my coat tighter around me, I put my head down and move my legs as fast as they’ll go, willing the minutes to disappear so I can be in the safety of his arms once again.
By the time I’m walking up the entrance of his building, the cold’s starting to get to me. The door opens the second I’m in front of it. I don’t even get a chance to knock.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me into his warmth. “I hate that you won’t allow me to meet you. The thought of you walking here alone in the middle of
the night scares the shit out of me.”
“I’m fine,” I soothe as he pulls me into his apartment and shuts the door behind us, shutting out the world. When we’re together it’s like it’s just the two of us on the planet. I can’t think of anything more perfect.
“What’s all this?” I ask as I walk farther into the room and see the flicker of candlelight.
“I wanted to treat you,” he whispers as he pulls my coat from my body and drops light kisses to my neck.
“You didn’t have to.” Stepping around in front of me, his fingertips trailing over the bare skin of my stomach sends goosebumps across my body.
His eyes stare into mine. The seriousness in them makes my heart pound a little faster in my chest with the uncertainty of what he’s about to say. “I can’t offer you much, Madison. I don’t have money, I can’t give you fancy shit, but you have my heart, and that is priceless.”
A huge lump climbs up my throat as I continue to look into his concerned eyes. I know what he’s thinking; it’s exactly what everyone seems to think. The girl who grew up having whatever she wanted must want more than this. But he couldn’t be further from the truth. Money doesn’t buy happiness—far from it. It’s the people you surround yourself with and the life you make for yourself that gives you true happiness.
“Oh, Josh. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Now shut up and kiss me.” I think he’s just as aware as I am that I’ve not yet said the words to him, told him how I feel, but something keeps them on the tip of my tongue. I want the timing to be perfect and I can only hope when it’s right, I’ll know.
His lips press down against mine and I moan like I’ve been starved of them. In reality, it was only a few hours ago I found myself backed up against his office door before class. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I tell him we need to stop that kind of thing happening on campus; he still manages to find a way to get me alone. It’s only going to be so long before we get caught.
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