YesProfessor

by Lainey-Jo Charles

  Oh yum. She was dealing with a very aroused man. The keyword being “man”. But now the question was why? Did she have it right? Had he really been trying to get her attention as men had been doing for centuries? By annoying the heck out of women? Had he been lashing out at her because of sexual frustration? If so, she’d gladly help relieve that problem.

  Wanting to lick her lips but stopping herself in time, she peered closer and saw why his balls and cock were so readily on display. The zipper on his pants looked like it was snagged on his boxer briefs. She winced, wondering if it was only the material the zipper was caught on.

  She turned back to the door. “Wait! I can explain.” She just bet he could. Wondering how long she could lead him on, she locked the door and turned back to him.

  Several ideas ran through her mind at once, and she tried to process each one as quickly as possible.

  Depending on what he said, she’d figure out her next step. She hoped beyond words she’d be tasting a fine-looking man in what should only be a matter of minutes.

  But she sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy on him at first, or at least not until he said what she wanted to hear. He needed to pay for putting her through hell, making her think he wasn’t interested in her.

  Chapter Two

  What the hell? Was she actually going to allow him to explain?

  And why couldn’t he have thought of locking the door earlier? For that matter, why couldn’t he have actually locked the door after she’d left the first time? That was all the proof he needed to show he wasn’t thinking right this afternoon. Dammit.

  When she turned back to him, she crossed her arms, putting her breasts on display. Holy crap. If her breasts were that amazing under her clothes, he could only imagine how magnificent they must be when fully bared. “Fine. Explain. I can’t wait to hear this.”

  He’d thought he’d been nervous at his thesis defense and then at his dissertation. Those situations had nothing on the one he was facing right now. The moisture along his upper lip was a dead giveaway as to just how much adrenaline was pumping through his body.

  He could do this.

  “I noticed I was having some zipper trouble and was trying to fix it when you came in.”

  Her gaze traveled between his face and said zipper, well, the zipper area. He stiffened again. He prayed his shirt came down low enough to cover something. Anything.

  “Zipper trouble.”

  He swallowed. “Yep.”

  “And that explains your current state?”

  “That’s it exactly.”

  She gave a small nod and walked a few steps closer to his desk, coming around to the side of it.

  “You really like me, don’t you?” She phrased it like a rhetorical question, one eyebrow raised.

  He was focusing on how she turned ‘like’ in to a two-syllable word when he finally processed what she’d said. Out of all the things he’d expected her to say, that wasn’t even on the list. “What?”

  “All this time I’ve been thinking you disapproved of me for some reason and I couldn’t figure out what I could’ve possibly done to make you dislike me that much. I try to always be efficient and not bother any of you with questions I can figure out on my own, and still you treated me with scorn.”

  “Scorn?”

  She put her finger to the side of that mouth with the full lips. “Maybe scorn is too strong a word, but you definitely treated me like you couldn’t stand me.” She took another couple of steps. “But that’s not the case at all, is it?”

  Propping both hands on his desk, she leaned over and glared at him. The sight of her breasts attempting to escape their confines rendered her glare completely ineffective.

  David pulled his gaze away from her creamy, mounded flesh and let out his breath. Trying to play everything off, he responded, “No, of course not.”

  But she deserved more than that, more than him trying to write off his behavior from the last several weeks, and here was his chance. Did he take the leap and admit to more, or did he just shut up? “Far from it,” he mumbled.

  “That’s what I figured.” She straightened and came around the desk. “Let me see if I can get that zipper unsnagged for you.”

  What did she say? There was no way she’d offered to help him with his zipper.

  As she got closer, the smell of what he assumed was her shampoo hit him, and the citrus scent he associated with only Shellie tried to overwhelm him.

  She bent down and gingerly began working with the caught fabric. Luckily for him, his balls hadn’t remained snagged. Unluckily for him, her attention to his groin meant his erection became thick and heavy and there was no way he could hide it from her.

  His erection eagerly argued that this attention was definitely a good thing.

  David had no idea what to say. On the one hand, everything in him wanted to accept what it seemed like Shellie was offering. But on the other, he really didn’t want to lose his job over this.

  He grabbed her wrist as she tugged a bit more and the cloth came free. “What exactly are you doing, Shellie?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Where do you want this to go?”

  She peered up at him with eyes he realized now weren’t as innocent as he’d suspected. “You really need to ask?”

  “Yeah, I really do.”

  She glanced back down at his straining cock and when she raised her gaze to his face once more, there was determination in her expression.

  “Fine. I’ll show you.”

  With that, she cupped his erection through his boxer briefs and he sucked in his breath, barely keeping himself from pressing her hand more firmly against him. She ran her hand up and down the outside, dipping down to cup his balls every few strokes.

  When she pressed against the top of his cock, the liquid seeping from his slit made itself known with an even slicker spot on his wet briefs. The spot grew bigger each time she squeezed the head or pressed against the sensitive underside.

  She dropped from a crouch to her knees in front of him and he gently grabbed her arms. “Don’t. You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to.” She tilted her face down and glanced back up at him through thick lashes. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

  Didn’t want her to? Good lord. How could she think that?

  Or was she playing with him?

  “Oh I want you to. Very much. But are you sure?”

  She paused, then stared him straight in the eye. “I’ve been trying to impress you the past few weeks so maybe you’d actually pay attention to me.”

  David might’ve laughed if he wasn’t staring down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in real life. A woman who was on her knees in front of his straining cock. “And I’ve specifically been trying to ignore you so you wouldn’t accuse me of sexual harassment if you found out how much I’ve been obsessing about you.”

  A grin slowly spread across her full lips. “Is that what you’ve been doing?”

  He nodded. “I tried to make sure we wouldn’t cross,” he gestured between them, “this line.”

  She grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down enough for his erection to spring free. “I’m tired of waiting and trying to fight this.”

  “You and me both.”

  Shellie moved closer to his cock. “Good.” Her tongue came out and she grazed the sensitive head. The tingles caused by that skimming touch zipped from the crown to his balls and back.

  It’d been too long. Way too long. There was something about a woman’s touch that he couldn’t duplicate with his own hand.

  Her second lick placed more pressure against his shaft, less tentative and much longer, taking her tongue from the midpoint to the head. As she swirled her tongue around the head, David let out a groan that’d been building up for weeks.

  When she released him, he didn’t know whether he should be thankful for the break or beg her for more.

  “Did you like that, Professor?”


  Holy hell. If he hadn’t already had his body under firm control, he would have lost his load right then.

  “Very much so,” he managed to choke out.

  Even more of her blonde hair escaped her clip, falling around her face and down the back of her neck. The fluorescent lighting in the outer office didn’t bring out all the different shades that showed up in the late-afternoon sunlight shining through his office window.

  David reached his hand down and ran his fingers through some of the loose strands before placing it on the back of her head. “Again.”

  “Yes, Professor.” Was she growing bold enough to take and do what she wanted? He could only hope.

  She reached one of her hands up and grasped the base of his shaft, her fingers wrapping tightly around his width. His breath stilled in his lungs. Her other hand came up and cupped his balls, her palm alternately squeezing and rolling his sac in her hand. When she pressed a finger to the sensitive area behind his balls, his breath escaped in a rush. The pressure created a sensation that had him thrusting forward, the head of his erection pressing against her mouth with more pressure.

  She nipped the sensitive skin below the tip before taking the head into her mouth. David split his focus between Shellie coating his dick with her saliva and trying to get breath into his lungs before his head swam any more than it already was.

  “Holy shit that feels good.”

  She hummed her acknowledgement and the reverberation traveled along his length. When his breath hitched, she pulled back so only the tip stayed in her mouth and she alternated swirling her tongue around him and sending vibrations through him with her hums.

  Wanting more of her heat surrounding him, he pumped into her mouth with a little more force while she squeezed his balls. Pressing against his skin, she took him farther into her mouth, until he swore he hit the back of her throat. His hips didn’t want to stop their movement. Again and again he pulled back and pistoned forward. Something tight and wet surrounded the crown. Oh God. Had she just swallowed around him?

  “How the hell do you know how to do that?” He’d never had a woman do that for him before.

  She slowly pulled away and his cock slid free with a pop. He let her hair slide through his fingers then trailed his hands along her jawline to her lips. He really hadn’t meant for her to stop sucking him off. Why couldn’t he have just accepted the gift she was giving him?

  Leaning closer again, she reached out her tongue and began licking him as if he were a tall, soft-serve ice-cream cone, running her tongue from base to tip, adding swirls along the outside before answering, “I’ve had a few boyfriends who’ve taught me what they liked.” She squeezed the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. It didn’t feel like she was insulted by his question. Maybe she’d pick up where she left off. “You could always tell me what you like.”

  He nearly choked trying to swallow around his tongue. No, he couldn’t. Last time he’d told a woman what he’d like to try, she’d broken up with him the next day. He knew better than to ever tell someone what he’d secretly like to try. Letting him come down her throat was a good start on the list of things he’d never done but would love to experience.

  “Ah.” She viewed him with mischief in her eyes.

  “Ah, what?”

  “You like all sorts of things, don’t you?”

  Was she a freaking mind reader? How did she figure that out? No way had he said something out loud.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just trying to process what we’re doing.”

  “I don’t think so. You hesitated.”

  He wasn’t going to admit any such thing. “I’m still not sure what you’re talking about. Maybe we should stop this while we still can.” It’d kill him, but it was better than completely screwing up…oh, everything.

  “Nope. Now that I know what you like—”

  He had to stop this. “Look. I don’t know what I’d like. I’ve never tried—”

  “Aha! I knew it.”

  “No, you don’t. I’ve only thought about things, I’ve never actually done any of them.”

  “Why not?” She appeared truly perplexed.

  He stared at her, trying to gauge how much he should admit. Could he trust that this whole situation wasn’t going to blow up in his face? Could he truly trust this beautiful young woman who was on her knees, still with one hand gripping his cock and the other fondling his balls?

  “The one time I thought I might be able to try out a few of my ideas, my girlfriend changed the subject then broke up with me the next day. I haven’t done anything about it since then.”

  “Have you had sex since then?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  At this point, all he wanted to do was go home and pound his cock with his fist in the shower before going to bed. Alone.

  Shellie bent forward again and took his entire cock into her mouth. Growing even more, he completely filled her mouth. Her teeth scraped along the sides as she ran her tongue around his length. She concentrated her efforts along his most sensitive skin and began bobbing her head up and down.

  He hit the back of her throat and held himself there while she swallowed around his head. When she pulled back, she breathed deeply through her nose before repeating the motion, each time feeling like a miracle to him. The suction along his shaft combined with the constriction around the tip was an incredible sensation and nothing he’d ever done before could compete with it.

  She ran her tongue around and around in intricate patterns along his cock, and he stilled his movement to try to keep from coming too soon.

  When his hips stopped, she moved the hand that had been around the base of his cock to his balls, his sac cradled between her hands. She squeezed gently at first, then somewhat more strenuously, running his testicles around and between her fingers.

  She moved one hand back behind his sac, pressing forcibly against the skin between his balls and ass. Tugging on his balls with one hand, she pressed against his back entrance and swallowed around the head of his cock.

  He came with a shout, his orgasm a complete surprise that no amount of control could’ve stopped from happening.

  Shellie swallowed over and over as he shot his come down her throat. He’d never seen anything sexier or more beautiful.

  When the aftershocks finally settled down, she licked him clean, then tucked him back into his boxer briefs.

  “I don’t know what to say, except thank you.”

  It’d taken the edge off his sexual need, but he hadn’t gotten to taste her, to stroke her and explore her body yet. He still desperately wanted to do all that.

  “It’s my turn to taste you.”

  She gave him a big smile. “Oh we’ll get to that. But first, we’re going to talk about what you might like to experience.”

  “That is something I want to experience. I definitely want to savor you.”

  She raised one eyebrow and put a hand on her hip. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  “I don’t talk about those things.”

  She walked her fingers up his chest to his chin and lips. “I just swallowed every bit of your come and I haven’t had an orgasm yet. You never know. Maybe something you’d like to try out will be something I’d desperately like to have happen.” With that, she leaned into him and put her lips against his.

  Chapter Three

  God, he wanted her.

  He placed his hands on either side of her face, holding her head in place, and slipped his tongue between her lips. He encountered the salty, tangy taste that was all him, mixed in with the sweeter flavors that were all Shellie.

  He pulled back and stared into her eyes for several moments. His brain tried processing what was happening but it was as if it had shorted out on him, unable to comprehend the precipice he was on. Should he try acting out some of his fantasy scenarios? Would she run screaming from him and call him a pervert?

  But all he saw was encouragement an
d openness in her face. “I’m used to being in charge in the classroom, if you can call it that, and I’ve been put in a leadership position here in the department—”

  “You’re a leader in this department. I’ve seen you in action. You weren’t just put in a leadership position.”

  Had she really been watching him? How was that possible? “Okay, so I’m in charge of stuff here in the department, but I’ve never actually been in charge anywhere else.” He paused, not wanting to come right out and say anything else in case she wasn’t on the same page.

  “Anywhere else? As in the bedroom?”

  He nodded.

  “You’d like to find out what it’s like to be in charge, really in charge in the bedroom?”

  “I hear women talking about alpha males and doms, and all the while they’re ignoring me because I’m just…not.”

  “Any woman who ignores you is losing out on something pretty awesome.”

  God, she was so good for his ego.

  He leaned in and took her mouth. Their tongues dueled for control, round and round, until he grabbed her lower lip between his teeth and bit her. Not painfully, but enough to make her moan into his mouth before letting her go.

  “So, Professor, why don’t you tell me what you’d like for me to do?”

  She hadn’t run screaming and she actually wanted him to act out his fantasies? Shellie was his dream come true.

  “I’d like you to take off your skirt and shirt, then sit on the desk.” He waited for the rebuke that never came.

  “Then what would you like me to do once I’m on your big desk?”

  Could he do this? Could he say the words? Here was his chance. “I want to see what you like to do to yourself, you know, when you’re alone in your bedroom.”

  She hissed out a “Yessss” and shimmied out of her skirt, letting it drop to the floor before stepping out of it and kicking it aside. Getting all the buttons undone on her shirt took a little longer but was completely worth the wait.

  When she was finished, she stood before him in her high heels, thigh-high stockings held up by a garter, lacy panties that barely covered her sex and a matching bra that couldn’t hide the nipples poking out at him.