Dirty Professor

by North, Paige

  “Now we’re even,” he said, standing before me in as much—as few clothes as I was.

  “Not quite,” I said. I rubbed my hand over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs, barely containing his huge, long cock, remembering the smooth feel of it in my hand on the plane. Instead of teasing him like he had done me, I lowered his briefs, watching as his dick sprung free from the confines of those snug shorts. Before I could get my hands on him, Leo took his cock in his own hand, stroking it slowly up and down while watching me, mouth fully gaping with desire.

  He slowly pulled up and back, breathing deeply as he did. He angled his dick toward me, toward my mouth, and I accepted. I leaned forward, licking the tip of him, swirling my tongue around as he muttered curses above me. He brushed my hair off my shoulder, and seeing his hand hold his dick toward me like an offering made me wetter than I thought possible. Stretching my mouth open, I took him in, going as deep as I could before letting my tongue drag over him as I pulled up. Leo moaned my name, and I put my hand over his, encouraging him to keep his hand on himself.

  His eyes fell closed as he moved his hand up and down over his dick, his strong hand fisting himself, moving the way he liked. He went slowly but soon he couldn't help himself, speeding up. He opened his eyes, pushing his cock toward me again.

  “I need your mouth on me,” he breathed. I gladly took him in again, sliding him into my greedy mouth, opening my throat as much as I could. I moaned as my mouth felt as much of him as I could take in, more than last time, his dick going deeper into my opening throat, feeling more of him inside me. My head bobbed fast, the feeling of him so good. Leo’s hands kept brushing my hair out of my face and I knew he was watching me, making me wrap my lips a little tighter around him, press my tongue against him a little more firmly. And then he did to me what I’d done to him. He pulled back, his perfect member suddenly leaving my insatiable mouth.

  He stood back a foot, looking at me with wild, ravenous eyes. “I don’t want to come,” he said. “Not yet.”

  I scooted back on the bed, and he was on me like a tiger, quickly, covering my body with his. He buried his face in my neck, covering it with bites and kisses as he pressed his bare cock onto my still-covered pussy. As he moved his hips over me, pushing his stiff cock over my throbbing pussy, I closed my eyes to all other senses except touch. I moved my hips in time with his, at once reveling and cursing the tiny bit of fabric that separated us. His arms on either side of me, I ran my hands over the solid strength of his biceps, feeling the muscles flex even more as Leo moved his body above me.

  He sat back on his heels, running his hand across my body, taking me in with his eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking of this since I first saw you in the audition,” he said.

  I kept my eyes on his, not wanting to think about that audition. When his hands moved to my underwear, I lifted my hips to help him pull them down my thighs and off my legs. Finally, I lay totally bare before him.

  A deep groan escaped Leo as he looked over my body hungrily. I was surprised at how much I loved being so exposed, his eyes all over me. Maybe it was the pure desire in his eyes, a desire that was solely for me.

  In quick motion, his arm was under my back and he pulled me up, my legs around his hips, both of us sitting up, facing each other. He used his strong arm to pull my hips up a little more, letting my wet pussy slide over the length of his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he dragged me back and forth but never letting himself inside me.

  He rocked our bodies slowly against our most sensitive spots, and I simply held on. With one arm around his neck I brushed his cheek with the other, touching the light stubble of the late day, running my hand across the smooth bridge of his forehead, looking into his Mediterranean blue eyes while trying to get air into my lungs. The lips of my pussy throbbed as Leo continued to tease and thrill me. Each time I slid up, nearing the head of his cock, I pushed a little harder, trying to get him inside me.

  “God, Leo,” I said, pulling him closer.

  He responded by covering his mouth with mine, taking in my moans. Our tongues collided, tangled, went deeper with every rock of his hips.

  My hands tangled in his hair and my lips kissed his face and neck in a desperate attempt to get more of him, get closer, take in more of this incredible, sexy, irresistible man.

  Leo suddenly crashed me back on the bed. We were both panting, eating each other up with our eyes. He opened my knees up and I was there, spread out before him, waiting for him to take him. Leo took his cock in his hand and slid it up and down my slick walls, pausing at my opening, touching just the tip a fraction into me. I groaned, pushing myself closer to him. I felt nothing but my throbbing sex and his dick, teasing me into insanity.

  “Please, please,” I begged, desperate for him. He rubbed his cock over my clit, making me all but scream, reaching out for him, trying to pull him closer. But Leo seemed to revel in torturing me, gently pushing my hands away. He kneaded my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple while continuing to tease my poor cunt. He startled me in the best way possible when he dipped his cock halfway in me before meanly pulling back out. I almost cried. I couldn't take much more.

  “You’re beautiful when you beg,” he said. “You want this?” he asked, tracing the drenched walls of me more.

  “God, yes,” I said, unable to stop my hips from wiggling, unable to open my eyes to any more senses. “I’ll do anything,” I said, and in that moment I meant it. I’d have done anything to have Leo Armstrong buried inside me.

  “Anything, huh?” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Okay, then. Look at me.” I moaned but my eyes stayed closed. He pulled his dick away from me.

  “No,” I said, my eyes flashing open. “Come back,” I whimpered.

  A lusting smile crossed his face. “That’s good,” he said, moving his dick back to me, keeping the tip just barely pressed against the entrance. “Keep them open,” he breathed. He slowly pushed his hips forward, his long dick slowly taking over, filling me up. My mouth fell open in silent ecstasy, my eyes fixed on his darkening eyes. He pulled out slowly then pressed hard, deliberately into me, and I couldn’t contain my moans anymore, quickly turning into screams of pure pleasure.

  Leo fell forward onto his forearms, upping the thrusting rhythm of hips, pushing into me harder with each thrust. He took my leg under knee and pressed it back nearly onto my shoulder, and I felt it all more fully. Leo kept his eyes on me, brushing my hair off my forehead, even managing to kiss me there as he kept up his unrelenting pace. I could feel myself getting closer, and when he slowed his hips I bucked up toward him.

  “Impatient,” he said, grinning down at me, sweat dotting his temples as he worked to satisfy us both, giving me everything I wanted.

  “Yes,” I admitted, not caring, only wanting.

  He slowed his pace but pushed harder into me until I could feel his balls slap against me. Leo was holding it together, I could see it in his eyes, and all I wanted was to come with him. “I’m so close,” I admitted.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said, and his hips jerked faster and faster until we were both screaming out. I dug my nails into Leo’s back as he sent me completely over the edge, squeezing myself around him as I pushed my hips up to meet his as the release came, bursting through the scream in my mouth and the explosion on my pussy. Leo groaned with me and fell into the crook of my neck, both of us completely spent.

  We lay panting like that for several moments, me trying to get my senses back while not wanting to let go of Leo. He had my head spinning.

  “Even if an earthquake started right now,” he said, still panting, “I wouldn’t be able to move.”

  “I wouldn't be surprised if you just caused an earthquake,” I said, my hand on my forehead as I tried to catch my breath.

  He sat up on his forearm and looked down at me, a playful grin on his flushed face. “That was all you,” he said, lightly kissing my lips.

  “Please,” I said, but couldn't s
top myself from grinning.

  “You are far sexier than you know, Sophie,” he said.

  We fell asleep like that, tangled in each other’s limbs, a happy grin on both our faces. I wondered if I’d ever feel so full and content again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When I woke up the next morning, it wasn’t with Leo Armstrong, the youngest studio head in Epix history. It wasn’t even Leo Armstrong, the panty dropper playboy. It was Leo Armstrong, the man who hated pop music and loved a good prosecco. The man who wanted to try new things with his studio, things that might get him laughed out of town. The man whose one kiss could send me to another planet on a wave of ecstasy. Leo Armstrong, the man laying beside me so peacefully, his lashes resting on his cheekbones, his breathing deep and even, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world instead of a billion dollar empire on his shoulders and millions of eyeballs watching his every move.

  Of course, those thoughts were immediately followed by the conflicting emotions I still had around what this thing between us really was and the lies I was continuing to tell.

  Leo had made it perfectly clear that our relationship wasn’t serious.

  And his history with other women made it almost impossible to forget that someday soon, I would become just another notch on his belt, another woman in his long list of female conquests.

  But I like him. I really do like him, I kept thinking, as if that changed anything.

  I knew, in the end, how I felt about Leo didn’t make an ounce of difference about any of it.

  I leaned over him and kissed his cheek, then his forehead. He took in a breath and stretched his long body even longer, the sheet, which had been carelessly draped over his perfect body, now exposed his strong chest.

  Without opening his eyes, he reached for me and pulled me close, burying his face in my neck, making me squeal with delight.

  “That tickles,” I said, pulling away and laughing. He growled and bit some more, moving his still-naked body on top of mine.

  “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said into my neck. From the rising cock between his legs, I had a good idea. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close, already wet and open and ready for him.

  After teasing my neck, Leo leaned on one elbow and looked down at me, brushing the hair out of my face. When he whispered my name, I reached down for him, taking him in my hand and guiding him into me. He let out a soft moan, his eyes falling shut. He slowly slid in and out of me, and as much as I wanted him to pump as hard into me as he had last night, I also wanted this, wanted this gentleness to make it last longer. Every moment Leo was inside me was a moment I was in total, blissful heaven. I moved my body in tandem with his, reaching to hold his firm, tight ass in my hands, feeling the motion and matching the rhythm he made. He kissed my neck but gently, sweetly. He whispered in my ear how sexy I was, let his hand roam over my breast, all the while never stopping, always moving inside me.

  He pushed my knee open, making me feel more of him. He shifted his position so that his hard, wet cock moved against my clit, bringing me so close I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut against the intense pleasure of his body inside of mine. But Leo kept his steely blue eyes on mine, watching me as he moved, as I panted and grew more heated, holding him closer and tighter. He picked up his speed but slightly, moving in just the right place until I didn’t think I could hold it off any longer.

  “God, Sophie,” he said, watching me, and hearing my name on his lips sent me straight over, pleasure bursting out of me, a loud cry coming from deep in my throat as I squeezed my eyes against it all. I rocked my hips up to his, wanting every last bit. Leo groaned and dropped his head back into my neck where it fit so perfectly. After a moment, he slowly lowered my leg.

  “Don’t go,” I said, grabbing his ass again as he tried to slide out of me. That was the last thing I wanted.

  He chuckled into my neck. “Should we just stay here like this all day?”

  “All weekend,” I said. What I wanted to say was, Forever.

  “So you’re staying all weekend, I see?”

  I immediately cringed. How foolish, how presumptuous to think I could stay here, that he didn’t have a million better things to do.

  “No, I mean, I’m sure you have…”

  Leo stopped my worries by pushing his still-hard cock further inside me. Moving gently he said, “Stay as long as you like.”

  I turned to look at him, eye to eye. I ran my hand over the morning’s stubble, golden and tan and only slightly prickly. Instead of answering him, I kissed him.

  When we finally untangled our bodies I was sticky with love and starving hungry from all the energy. Leo said I could take a shower while he went searching for food in the kitchen.

  “To be honest, I have no idea what’s stocked here,” he said.

  Before he went, I had to have him help me figure out the shower. There wasn’t just a knob to turn the water on. It was all digitized so that the temperature of the water could be set at whatever the user liked.

  “It doesn’t have to be this complicated,” I said, standing naked in the shower big enough for ten people as he punched buttons on the keypad.

  “I honestly only know how to do it for myself,” he said. “I just push this button and it’s set on the temperature I like.”

  “So push it!”

  “Screw it, then I’m getting in with you.”

  “I win,” I cheered as he tossed his boxers and started the water. It was colder than I liked, but Leo’s arms around me, taking great care to lather every part of my body as the two of us grinned like fools made me feel warmer than I had in years.

  And then Leo made me breakfast. Leo Armstrong made me breakfast. He found some eggs and turkey sausage that he cooked up with apple slices on the side and two steaming cups of the best coffee I’ve ever tasted. The sun was shining over the ocean, showing a new view than what I’d had last night—the sapphire blue water kicking up on the beach, locals taking morning strolls or walking their dogs.

  “You know,” Leo said, breaking into my zoned-out daze. “We haven’t talked about the ending.”

  …of our relationship, is what I heard at the end of his sentence, even though he hadn’t spoken it. I wasn’t prepared to think about anything but each moment I had with Leo, at least until Monday morning. Besides, I knew what he meant.

  “The ending of the screenplay,” I said. We hadn’t made it all the way through the script last night so I actually didn’t know how the story ended. I pictured Vivienne, the nurse, setting up shop on the Gold Coast and her true love, Ian, teaching her how to surf.

  “Come on,” Leo said, setting down his coffee mug. “I want to show you something.”

  He led me across the smooth, shiny floors to an office on the other end of the house. From a shelf behind a desk he took a silver picture frame and showed it to me. It was a faded photo of a woman in a white halter swimsuit, grinning on a beach.

  “Who is this?” I asked. “She’s beautiful.”

  “That’s my grandmother,” he said, “on Bondi Beach in 1952.”

  I looked up at him. “That’s in Australia.”

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Like your script.” He nodded. “Is this Vivienne?”

  “Technically that’s Alice,” he said. “But Vivienne is a version of my grandmother.”

  Putting it all together, I said, “So the story in the screenplay is about your grandmother? It’s a true story?”

  “No, not entirely,” he said. “But all fiction has a bit of the writer’s truth in it. I didn’t want to do a straight re-telling of my family’s story.”

  Yesterday we’d talked a lot about the characters—how Vivienne was a strong-willed woman, bold for the time she lived in. She was a nurse in the army and volunteered to go help soldiers during the Korean War. Her fiancé, Ronald, practically forbade her from going. And during her leave—her vacation while stationed in Korea—she and a couple of her girlfriends went to Aus
tralia where she met Ian, a dashing Aussie with a mega-watt smile. Leo and I talked about how Ian was everything Ronald was not—spontaneous, full of life, adventurous. Things that Vivienne wanted in her life but felt stifled by being a young woman in the 1950s. But we hadn’t gotten beyond that.

  “Is she still alive?” I asked. “Your grandmother?”

  “No,” he said. “She passed recently, actually.”

  “What about your grandfather,” I said. “The Ian character?” I wondered where his photo was.

  Leo shook his head. “He’s not my grandfather. When she finished her service in Korea and came back to the States, she picked up right where she left with Ronald.”

  I looked back down at the smiling woman in the photo, clearly so happy and full of life. “But what about Ian?”

  “What about him?” Leo said, rather harshly. “In my family, there are obligations—to be with the right person, to have the right job, live in the right city. I’m the one to break that cycle.” He took the photo from me and set it back on the shelf. “I keep her photo to remind me to live my own life. My parents followed a similar path as my grandparents. They were two people who never should have been together but their families deemed it a good match. They divorced before I was four and went on to marry three other times. All I’ve seen my whole life is a series of failed relationships, disastrous marriages, useless stepsiblings. My family has become a wasteland of various strangers who have passed through on the way to another failed relationship. I won’t have that in my life. I’ll never marry, and when a relationship ends, that’s it. I walk away and don’t look back.” He shrugged as if this was all normal. “It’s the way I learned. And I think it’s an interesting enough story to tell.”

  “So the movie isn’t a romance,” I said. “It’s a tragedy.”

  “Of sorts,” he said. He turned his eyes to me and said, “A cautionary tale.”