Dirty Professor

by North, Paige

  I gave myself one more long, slow pass over myself, watching Leo as his jaw clenched as he struggled to breath normally. Then I stood up and pulled the shoulders of the dress down, past my arms and over my hips before stepped out of it. I started to sit back on the couch when he commanded, “All of it.”

  I paused, my thumbs hooked into the delicate fabric just below my hips. “You, too,” I said.

  Leo stood up, his chiseled chest puffing up with each deep breath he took. He shoved down his boxer briefs and kicked them to the side, and my own breath caught in my throat. I’d seen him naked, but never standing before me like some Greek god statue. His dick stood tall and angled toward me, as if it knew where it needed to go. Leo took it in his large, smooth hand and gave himself the slowest pull that I thought my knees would buckle. My sex clenched with total need—for that cock to be inside me. But I held back. I lowered my soaked panties down my legs and stepped out of them. A guttural sound came from deep in Leo’s throat, and he took the smallest step toward me, but I stepped back, letting him know not yet.

  “You’re killing me,” he said.

  “You,” I said, taking in his entire body from top to bottom, “are perfect.” The muscles in his thighs looked like their own continent, and his six-pack stomach clenched harder with every breath he pulled in. He continued to work his cock in his hand, the muscles in his arm showing every perfectly molded detail. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to resist, but trying was half the fun, I realized.

  We both sat back on the couch, opposite ends and facing each other. Leo left one foot on the floor and I had both my feet on the couch in front of me. His hand never left his dick as he watched me. I tilted my hips up, feeling myself clench with want. Slowly I opened up my knees, letting myself spread out before him, giving him a perfect view of my pink, wet pussy.

  “Oh, my god,” he moaned.

  I slid my finger over my soaked walls, up and around the hard nib of my clit. I kept my finger there, dancing in circles as my breath became shallower. I moved my body down a little further on the couch. Leo watched as my fingers moved down one side of my pussy and back up the other. He swallowed hard, his eyes laser focused on my every movement. My finger traced the edge of my opening, dipping the very tip of my finger in. His hand stopped moving, and so did I.

  “If you stop, I stop,” I said.

  He looked at me, and his hand started again, pulling on his enormous dick. His eyes were dark as he looked at me, and for a moment, his eyes closed and his head fell back, his hand moving up and down, up and down on his long, glorious dick.

  “I didn’t stop,” he said. “Open your legs more. Show me.”

  I did as he asked, spreading them wider, feeling no shame at being so exposed in front of him. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, his desire for me making me even wetter than I thought possible. I teased myself, my fingers circling my hole, feeling myself clench, wanting to be filled with anything for the moment. I slowly dipped my finger in, as if testing the waters. Leo’s mouth fell open a little wider. I pulled my finger out, pumped it a few times in myself before going back in again, soaking my finger to the knuckle. Pulling it out again, I added a finger, opening myself up more as they went in. I let out a moan, biting my lip. My fingers went back in and out, pausing only to circle the hard, desperate nub of my clit, spreading my juices all over it.

  “God, I want my mouth right where your hand is,” he said. “I want you to fuck my face, Sophie. Come over here and fuck my face.”

  That did it for me. I was crawling across the couch toward him, his eyes so hungry on me. I stopped only to bend down and lick the full length of his cock, and the groan he let out was a near scream for mercy. I put one knee to the side of him, against the inside of the couch, and my other leg I pulled up and rested on the arm of the couch behind his head. My aching pussy was right in his face, and he took my ass in his hands and brought me to his mouth.

  He gave a long, deliberate lick across the full length of my sex, groaning as he went. He let his tongue circle my clit and the cries escaped me. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I held on to the back of the couch and pushed my hips into his face, his groaning urging me on. His tongue reached inside me, going so deep, moving so far inside me. I saw nothing but the blackness behind my eyes. Everything on my body was numb except the feeling of his mouth on me—all the blood in my body went straight for my most sensitive part. Leo lapped up my considerable juices as if it were the most delectable treat in the world. When he sucked on my clit, I thought the world might explode. My stomach clenched in as my hips went closer to his face. I held on to the top of his head, his dark hair clenched in my hand. I groaned and screamed with zero inhibition as he continued to work me, bringing me so much closer with every lick, every pull, every groan from his own throat. I was falling quickly over the edge and I held tight, my head tipping back as my hips bucked onto his face, his mouth, his perfect tongue that knew exactly what I needed. Finally I was crashing over, my skin tingling and stars bursting behind my eyes. It went on for several moments, that sensation, and I rode it to the very last drop.

  My body began going limp, as he kissed my stomach. I slid further down his body, leaving a wet trail down his chest.

  “God,” I moaned, still unable to open my eyes into the aftermath of something so spectacular. I moved my leg down from the arm of the couch and put my knee on the other side of Leo’s body. He took my breast in his hand and kneaded it, rubbing it passionately. His mouth was covering my nipple in no time, his magical tongue teasing my hard nipple, bringing me back to the deep want, the need my body had to consume more of him.

  Leo ran his hand over my breast and, looking up at me, said, “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

  He took my hips in his capable hands and moved me down his body. I reached between my legs and took his dick in my hands. He held me aloft, just over him, and let me pull him up and down, my hand wrapped firmly around him. He kept his heavy eyes on mine, his hot breath covering my face. I guided him toward my hole and he moved my hips right there, right above him. He let go and waited for me to do the rest.

  I slowly slid down his engorged cock, both of us groaning as he stretched the walls of my slick pussy, stuffing me full. I sat on him, Leo’s entire dick up inside me, letting myself stretch to his thick member.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me tight to his chest, my bare breasts against his skin. The way he held me, I felt as if he could never let me go.

  Slowly he rocked his hips, moving me back and forth. I was at the point where having him fully inside me wasn’t enough—I wanted more. I pushed my hips down on his, grinding on him in an effort to get every last bit of him inside my body. We held each other tight, moving slowly.

  Leo’s arm held my back as he quickly moved our bodies, still held together as one, to the floor of the office. The changed position gave my body new thrills. I realized that the only thing better than Leo’s face between my legs was his face looking down at me, watching me as he moved in and out of me, savoring every second of pleasure.

  His eyes on me from the angle made me feel like he could see all of me, and I felt flush under his scrutiny—even more than when my legs were spread before him. The look he gave me was far more intimate than anything I’d experienced.

  “Sophie,” he said, breathing out my name. “I can’t stop making love to you. I don't want anyone or anything other than you. I can’t stop.”

  I cried out as he moved harder into me, his face contorting but his eyes always on me. I moved my knees out to the side as far as they would go, and he took them both and pushed them up by my shoulders. The sensation filled me as I arched my back, concentrating on the pounding he gave me, moving faster and faster, all while keeping those sea blue eyes on me.

  Feeling him, seeing the look in his eyes, it was almost more than I could bear. I reached up for him, clawing at his chest and throat, wanting every part of him. I sat up on my elb
ows, the angle of him inside me pushing right where I wanted it. When Leo came, I came again, with him, both of us looking into each other’s eyes, keeping them wide open as we cried out. Finally he collapsed down on top of me, and we held each other as our hearts slowed their beating.

  For a moment I felt shy, a bit rattled as we picked our clothes off the floor and got dressed again. Leo had a satisfied grin on his face, and I wanted to rush back into his arms. I wanted to tell him I loved him. The emotions washed over me with undeniable force. My heart wanted to say the words to him, but my mind held me back.

  He’d made love to me. He’d done it, and he’d even said that it was real. And I was more confused than ever.

  Worse, I realized I was totally in love with Leo Armstrong. I was in love with a man that everyone in the world knew as The Panty Dropper. What was I supposed to do with that?

  Once dressed, Leo took my hand. “Want something to drink? Water, wine?”

  “Water,” I said.

  I sat on the couch out in the living room, looking out the window at the twinkling view. Leo brought me a glass of water and I took a sip and set it on the coffee table.

  I decided now was a good moment to bring up my new status to Leo.

  “Did you hear that it’s official?” I asked as he sat down beside me. “I’m now known as Leo Armstrong’s mystery women. My picture was up online yesterday.”

  “That grainy thing?” he said. “That was nothing. Doesn’t bother me. How are you feeling about it?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s weird.”

  “Those tabloid vultures trying to get a piece of my private life,” he said with clear disdain. “We can be more careful, if it makes you uncomfortable, but I try not to let them rule my life.”

  “No, it’s fine,” I mumbled, a sense of extreme guilt piercing the armor of my chest. I was one of those tabloid vultures, as much as I didn’t want to be. And here he was, trying to offer me protection from the very thing I’d become.

  “Come here,” he said, pulling me close to him.

  My head rested comfortably on his chest, my leg wrapped over his. He brushed my hair off my forehead and kissed me there, something he’d done before and that I loved so much. I snuggled in closer to him.

  “You should come over every night,” he said.

  “I can come back tomorrow night.”

  “Come back every night,” he said. Leo kissed me again and whispered, “Stay tonight.”

  I wanted to, with every inch of my being. I didn’t want to leave his side. But I knew I needed to get home. I wanted to stay in the foggy afterglow of lovemaking with Leo but I needed to step out and clear my head and figure out what, exactly, I was doing. My feelings for him had clearly grown into something that felt unstoppable, and I had to figure out what that meant in terms of my job—and my entire life.

  “I’m going to go home,” I said. “But not right now. That okay?”

  He squeezed me tight and said, “Stay as long as you like.”

  We ended up in his bed—sleeping. Our bodies tangled, our faces close, breathing in each other. I’d never slept so peacefully in my life. Little did I know, it was all about to change.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “It’s been long enough,” Kait said. “Time to write.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said, scrambling through the papers on my desk to find the drive-in story. For the past couple of weeks at work, Kait had me doing total low-level work—coming up with cover lines, writing the snappy one-lines in the table of contents, and fact checking beauty product spellings. “I still have Pam’s notes. I can polish what I have with her marks in mind.”

  “What are you talking about?” Kait said. She always spoke to me like I was her younger, annoying sister—the one she had absolutely no love for.

  “My New Girl story? The drive-in piece?”

  “I told you. That’s scrapped.”

  “But I thought since no one…”

  She leaned closer to me. “The Leo story. Jesus, the one thing I’ve asked you to focus on. Our next issue goes to press at the end of the week so it’s time to get all your little notes and mementos and whatever else you’ve been saving, and write the story.”

  “Does this story have to be for this issue? Can’t it go in a future edition?” I asked, hoping against hope for a reprieve, a pardon from the warden. Anything to stop this from happening right now.

  Kait gave me a death glare. “I know you’re stalling, Sophie. But it’s become more than clear to me that whatever little grains of information Leo Armstrong’s giving you are not improving with time. He’s obviously grown bored of you, he’s stringing you along and there’s nothing to hold out for.”

  “I’m doing my best,” I say, my tone more defensive than I intended it to be. Of course, it was a lie. I hadn’t done my best for Kait and the magazine—I’d left out all the juicy stuff and tried to protect Leo from their prying and poking.

  “I get that,” she said, even more annoyed now. “And so we might as well work with what we have. I want all that crap about blocking his number from you and his sad story about the women in his family making his poor little heart so cold. Give me three-thousand words in three days. And don’t screw it up. Any questions?”

  All I could do was sit slack-jawed and shake my head no. No questions, unable to process…

  “And don’t forget to send me your cover line suggestions and table of contents,” she said, and turned and walked away.

  That night I sat in my bedroom with my laptop, staring at the blank page. Leo was the only thing I was thinking about. I had entered near obsessive levels of having him on my mind.

  But the man on my mind was not the same man Kait and others had warned me about for so long.

  The Leo on my mind was the guy who picked the pine nuts out of my salad because I was allergic. The Leo who whose hand instinctively drifted to me like a magnet when he wasn’t even paying attention, just reading emails on his phone. The Leo who looked at me like I mattered.

  He’d taken me to his favorite Mexican restaurant the other night and when I told him I’d never been out of the country he’d immediately gotten on his phone. “I’m taking you to Mexico.”

  “Now?” I’d laughed. My cheeks were warm from the margaritas—and the smoking hot company.

  “Hey, why not?” he said while typing something on his phone. “No, I’m going down in a couple of weeks. A little break before we start filming our movie.”

  Our movie meant the one we’d worked on together, and that still boggled my mind. “Are you serious?” I said.

  “I’ll have Elaine book a ticket for you. You have your passport?”

  “Wait, slow down,” I’d laughed. “I can’t just go to Mexico.” Although, I’d thought, Kait would probably give me the time off if I told her what I was doing. But I didn’t want her to know what I was doing. I didn’t want to go to Mexico for Kait. I wanted to go for Leo, and for me.

  “I think the temp agency can live without you for a few days,” he said. “Besides, we need to celebrate the great work you did on the screenplay. Come with me.” His eyes had a hopeful glow to them as he waited for me to say yes.

  “It’s just a trip to Mexico, not a marriage proposal,” he’d said said. “Elaine will help expedite your passport, if that’s what you’re worried about. Shots?”

  “You’re getting me drunk,” I’d said.

  “That’s okay,” he’d replied. “It’s practice for Mexico.”

  For him, everything was so easy. He just bought it, demanded it, or had his assistant Elaine do it for him. People did what he wanted them to do—including me. When he smiled at me, I melted.

  Who wouldn’t want to live such a charmed life? So far, I’d seen no misogynistic behavior from him. All the things Kait had been ranting about for weeks hadn’t been my experience. I didn’t know if she was crazy, or if he was just different with me.

  As I sat staring at my bla
nk document on my computer in my bedroom, the doorbell rang. Ava Marie was at a gig, so I trudged out to answer it.

  A messenger handed me a package with my name on it. I opened it up and found a white bikini with fun little palm trees over the breasts. A card inside read, You wearing this will be the best view in all of Mexico.

  Of course, it was my size. He knew my body well enough, I supposed. I certainly knew his. I shivered, thinking about the smooth skin on his arms, the rippled muscles of his abs. The way the left side of his mouth crooked up a little higher when he smiled than his left. I fell asleep at night thinking about those lips.

  I drifted along in a haze for the next two days, knowing Kait was anxiously awaiting my article. The day it was due I thought briefly about calling in sick. I may have been nervous, but I was still ready to face her. At least, that’s what I told myself as I sat in the crushing L.A. traffic on my way to work.

  As I walked down the halls of the magazine, I felt like all eyes were on me. Pam shot me a look from inside her office as I went by.

  Kait was in meetings all day, which made the pain of waiting for her ten times worse. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew it wouldn’t be good, and as the hours ticked by my imagination became more outrageous. By the time she finally called me into her office at nearly six o’clock, I was a bundle of nerves.

  I took a deep breath, gathered my strength, and stepped inside Kait’s office.

  “I don’t have any emails from you,” she said, her eyes on her computer. “Where’s the story?”

  I braced myself before I said, “I didn’t do it.”

  Kait cut her eyes up at me. “Excuse me?”

  Still standing in the doorway, I shifted my weight, telling myself to hold steady. “I didn’t do it. I think…I didn’t really get any dirt on him anyway.”

  Kait’s eyes didn’t move from mine. Her jaw was tight, and she looked coiled, like she was ready to spring across the desk for my throat.

  “You’re telling me that, the assignment I gave you that could launch your career you just decided, screw it, I don’t feel like doing it?”