School Me Dirty: A College Romance

by Parker Grey

  Chapter 14

  Professor Sharpe

  I grab Melody by the wrist and pull her through the heavy wooden door, shutting it firmly behind me. There’s a projector in here, casting a blue screen onto one wall, no other light in the room.

  Perfect. I don’t need anyone getting curious and trying to open this door.

  Melody clears her throat nervously, looking around with wide eyes, her hands on the straps of her backpack. Somehow the innocence in her eyes gets me even harder than when she licks frosting off my finger.

  “Is this—” she starts, her voice low.

  I don’t let her finish. I grab the straps of her backpack and pull her into me, pressing our bodies together. Crushing her sweet mouth against mine.

  For a moment, she’s perfectly still, and then she opens her lips beneath mine, inviting me in. I slide my tongue into her mouth and taste her, still sugary from the chocolate frosting, soft and yielding and utterly delectable.

  Gingerly, like she’s nervous, Melody slips her tongue against mine. Like she’s asking permission. I pull her even tighter against me and a growl comes from somewhere deep in my chest, like I’m an animal.

  Melody whimpers softly, and I pull back. Even in the near-dark, her lips are swollen and red and she’s got a dazed look in her eyes, like she can’t quite believe what’s happening.

  “Get that backpack off,” I order her.

  I undo the buttons on my winter coat as she drops her backpack onto a chair, and I let my coat fall to the floor. I barely know what I’m doing as I take her by her coat and push her against the wall, finding her mouth with my own again.

  This time she’s got a hand on my head. Her fingers wind through my hair, pulling me close as I plunder her mouth. I have this wild, desperate need to be inside her, right now, in whatever way I can.

  I need to take her. Claim her. Now.

  I undo her coat in moments and pull it off, dropping it to the floor, and right away my hands are under her sweater as she arches her back, her eyes going half-closed as she sighs, breathing hard against my fingertips on her belly.

  “You thought I stood you up,” I growl into her neck.

  Her hands curl against my shoulders and she gasps, just a little.

  “Yes,” she admits.

  I find the clasp on her bra, behind her back, and it’s undone in a moment. With one quick motion I push her bra over her perky, full breasts and run my thumbs over her hard nipples, my hands still underneath her sweater.

  “Oh,” she says.

  I pinch both nipples at once, just a little bit too hard. She gasps again.

  “You don’t trust me?” I ask, my voice low.

  Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing hard, her chest heaving below my hands. My cock is so hard that I think it might actually turn to stone, and I want to push her skirt up and plunge myself into her sweet pussy right here, right now, but I want this too.

  I want to hear her say she trusts me, she wants me, she’s mine.

  “I just thought—” she starts, and then swallows.

  I plant my lips on her neck and then suck at her delicate skin gently, moving my lips down until they’re near her collarbone.

  “I just thought you’d found something else you needed to do, that maybe you realized that, uh, doing this with your student wasn’t such a great idea...”

  She trails off as I suck the soft skin at the base of her neck harder, hard enough to bruise and leave a purple mark.

  My mark.

  “Melody,” I say, my lips still against her skin, pinching her nipples. “When I say I’m going to do something, I intend to do it.”

  I rub my palms over her nipples, taking her breasts in my hands. Fuck, they’re perfect.

  “And when I say that I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck your tight, sweet, wet little cunt until you come so hard you go cross-eyed, that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I finish.

  Her eyes pop open at the word cunt, and I smile. I take one hand off her breast and slide it down her side, past her hip, her thigh, until my fingertips are right at the hem of her skirt.

  “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “I just... you weren’t there.”

  I can tell she’s not wearing panties. I think she’s got the garters on again, and the thought nearly drives me wild.

  “I got called into an ethics meeting,” I say. “I couldn’t exactly text the undergraduate student I’m fucking from there.”

  She nods and I slide my hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt along with it, and her head goes back, her eyes closing. I was right. She’s wearing the hose with garters, the tops of her creamy thighs exposed and soft under my fingers.

  I push her knees apart with my own and stroke her slippery, wet seam with the pad of one thumb.

  Then I grin in surprise, because she’s completely bare.

  “You shaved your pussy,” I say. “For me?”

  She nods, a slight flush coming into her cheeks.

  “I wanted to see how it felt,” she says.

  “Does it feel good?” I ask, slipping a finger between her lips.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  I can’t hold back any longer, and I sink my fingers into Melody as far as they’ll go. She’s tight and welcoming all at once, her sweet heat enclosing me eagerly. With my other hand, I hoist her leg in the air and then she’s against the wall, both legs wrapped around my hips as I curl my fingers hard inside her, stroking that spot that makes her sigh.

  “You know, Melody, you had me fooled,” I say.

  Her pussy is clenching around my hand already, even as my thumb finds her clit and starts rubbing it in slow circles.

  “I did?” she whispers. Her hips buck against me, her hands on my shoulders, and she moans again.

  “I thought you were a good student and a nice girl,” I say.

  I stroke her clit again, and her whole body shudders.

  “But instead you’re a good student and a dirty sex kitten who lets her professor finger-fuck her against a wall in the student union,” I go on.

  Her muscles flutter and clench again, and I force my hand to slow down because I don’t want her coming yet, no matter how eager she is.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” she whispers, and I bend my fingers inside her again.

  Her back arches, and she moans explosively.

  “I like it when you do that,” she says, her voice breathy and strained. “Professor, I’m gonna—”

  I stop moving my fingers and pull them out slowly. She’s still gasping for breath, but she opens her eyes and looks at me.

  I lick them off one by one, starting with my ring finger, looking deep into her eyes, because I have this deep primal need to taste her, to have her on my hands and in my mouth.

  Before I lick my pointer finger off, she grabs my hand, stopping me. Then she guides it to her own mouth and sucks it in, licking and slurping her own juices off my finger until it’s totally clean, looking me in the eyes the whole time.

  “You’re fucking filthy,” I whisper.

  Chapter 15

  Melody

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me as I lick my own juices from Professor Sharpe’s finger, tasting myself in a way I never have before.

  This isn’t me. I’m a nice girl who’s had a few questionable hookups in college, but those were drunk fumbling — nothing like this.

  No one’s ever made me tremble with desire before. No one’s ever nearly made me come in seconds before.

  No one’s ever said they were going to fuck my sweet, tight cunt before. And the astonishing part?

  I like it.

  “You’re fucking filthy,” he whispers, and he’s right. I am, and it’s great.

  In a flash, I’m standing on my own feet again, my skirt still around my hips, and he’s pushing me toward the table in the center of the room until my hips are against it and he’s pressing against my back, his long, thick cock nestled between my bare buttocks.

  I reac
h behind myself and grab his shaft through his pants, and he groans, his hands tightening on my hips, so I fumble with his belt, trying to get his pants off.

  Professor Sharpe chuckles and guides my hands away for a moment while he unbuckles and unzips his pants, his cock springing free and its hard heat pressing against my ass, my skirt still hiked over my hips.

  If someone were to walk in right now, it would be impossible to misinterpret what’s happening. I just hope the door is properly locked as I wrap my fingers around his cock behind me.

  Even though I’ve seen it before, I’m somehow still surprised at how big it is. I’m not even nervous, though.

  I just want it, and I stand on my toes, bending forward, trying to guide him to my wet, aching opening, the only thing that can give me any relief.

  He stops me, wrapping his hand around mine and chuckling.

  “Not like this, you filthy kitten,” he says, taking my shoulder in his other hand. “I told you I’d fuck you bent over the desk and I will.”

  He pushes me forward and I let him until my elbows are on the shiny wooden table, my hips against the edge. I’m standing on my toes, back arched, looking over my shoulder at him as he strokes his big, thick cock with one hand.

  “Please,” I say, practically begging him.

  He strokes himself one more time, and then he’s at my entrance, one hand tight on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he eases between my lips, pushing the tip of his cock into my entrance, stretching me wide.

  “You like having your tight little cunt stretched out like this?” he asks, his voice just a rough whisper. Just the head of his cock is inside me, and there’s that word again — cunt —I thought I didn’t like it, but it sounds so hot coming from him.

  “I like it when you stretch me out,” I whisper, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Fill me up, please, I can’t wait any—”

  With one quick, hard stroke he pushes all the way inside me, filling me so utterly and completely that the only thing I can do is gasp. I swear I see sparks in front of my eyes and next thing I know my forehead in on my hands, on the table, and I’m moaning.

  Professor Sharpe pulls my hips against him and pushes himself millimeters deeper, somehow, and I moan again, the sound strangled because I’m also biting my lip.

  Then he bends over me, his chest against my back, still completely inside me. I feel his teeth against the back of my neck and clench my hands as he bites me, softly.

  I just moan. I can’t even form coherent thoughts as he pulls out and then starts fucking me. He’s slow at first, but deep. With every stroke, he thrusts into me harder and harder.

  It’s fucking unbelievable. His thick, perfect cock hits every pleasure center inside me, again and again, and I’m so completely filled and stretched that I can barely think, only moan and gasp, the side of my face pressed against the cool table.

  In no time at all I’m about to come, even though I’m trying not to.

  “Professor,” I whisper.

  “Come for me,” he growls, taking my hair in one hand and just barely pulling. “I want to feel your sweet pussy as you lose control on my cock, kitten.”

  “Fuck, Professor,” I whisper as he hammers me on this table, my eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure almost more than I can bear. “That feels so good.”

  “Come like the filthy girl you are,” he commands.

  It’s like my body obeys him, because I come instantly, hard. I think I cry out, my voice echoing off the table I’m lying on, my fingers and toes all curling as wildfire tears through me, burning me sweetly from the inside, again and again. I’m shaking and trembling, all my muscles clenched, but I keep coming.

  Finally, it subsides. I open my eyes again, staring at the table. Professor Sharpe bends over me and bites my ear.

  “That was so fucking sexy,” he says, pushing himself so deep I bite my lip. “I could make you come every day and never get tired of watching it, kitten.”

  Then he comes with a jolt, so hard I can feel his cock jerking as he empties himself inside me.

  “Fuck, kitten,” he murmurs, over and over again. “Fuck you feel good. Fucking perfect.”

  I squeeze my pussy muscles like I’m trying to milk him, trying to get every single drop out of him. I don’t know why, but I feel oddly possessive of him right now, like this belongs to me and I want it all.

  Then he pulls out. I stand, shakily, and feel him slide down my inner thigh. Professor Sharpe pulls his pants back up, zips his fly, then grabs a box of tissues from a sideboard in the room and presses it between my legs.

  As he does, he kisses me again, hard and deep but somehow surprisingly tender. In that moment, I feel more vulnerable than ever before — more vulnerable than moments before, when he was fucking me on the table, but also oddly safe, taken care of.

  “You should go first,” he murmurs. “We still can’t get caught.”

  I nod silently, not sure what to say, and turn away, looking for my coat and backpack.

  He grabs my arm and pulls me back.

  “Melody,” he says, his voice low and quiet.

  I inhale sharply and look up at him.

  “Yes?” I whisper.

  He doesn’t answer. He just looks at me for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he kisses me again, deep and slow and long.

  “I’ll call you,” he says. “Promise.”

  We kiss again, and then I put on my coat and backpack and leave the study room.

  The student union is empty. Campus is almost empty, and as I walk back to my apartment, it starts to snow.

  Chapter 16

  Professor Sharpe

  I’ve read the same thesis statement at least five times about the bureaucratic structure of the Byzantine kingdom, but I’ve got no fucking idea what it says. Instead, I’m thinking about the same thing I’ve been thinking of all day: Melody, her sweet skin below my lips. Her honey on my tongue, the way her eyes went wide when I pushed her against the wall and slid my fingers inside her.

  The Eastern Roman Empire had several notable governmental structures which, taken together...

  She’s coming over tonight, to my house, where it’s safe and we won’t get caught. Yesterday was risky — much, much too risky.

  I try the sentence yet again.

  The Eastern Roman...

  My phone buzzes, and I pick it up in a split second. I know I should block her texts or something, at least while I’m at work, but I can’t help myself. I can’t stand the thought of not getting one of them, or delaying one by even a few hours.

  It’s a picture: a pair of jeans, unzipped and pulled partly down, a shaved pussy, a hand. My dick instantly goes from half-hard to full mast.

  The next picture comes through: two fingers in Melody’s mouth.

  I force myself not to groan, and I turn my phone off. Now there’s no way I’m going to be able to grade this final paper, because I can’t even get through the first page.

  I don’t want to jerk off in my office yet again, for what feels like the millionth time, but I don’t know if I’ve got a choice. I need the twenty minutes of respite it gives me just to do my job.

  Just as I’m unzipping my pants, there’s a quiet knock on the door, and I zip my pants again instantly.

  “Come in,” I call.

  The door opens slowly.

  Then Melody peeks around, and my stomach sinks.

  “Oh, you’re still here,” she says, casually. “I think everyone else has gone home.”

  Her eyes sparkle, and I get the message loud and clear.

  “Just finishing up some final grading,” I say, trying to sound stern. “I’ve got to get this done by tomorrow afternoon.”

  She comes into my office and closes the door.

  “I just had a few questions about my thesis,” she says softly, putting her backpack on the floor. “It’ll only take a moment.”

  Melody walks around my desk toward me. She looks half like a vixen, all wide eyes and flowing hair, and h
alf nervous as a schoolgirl.

  I take her hand and hold it to my face, sniffing her fingers. The scent is unmistakably her musk. Without thinking I lick her fingers, sucking them into my mouth, getting the last traces of her off them.

  “Did you like my picture?” she whispers.

  “I like all your pictures,” I say. “What did you want to ask me about your thesis?”

  I grab her hips and pull her forward until she’s straddling my lap, still in my office chair. She’s breathing hard, and she glances at the door like she’s suddenly uncertain about this.

  I chuckle, leaning back, and squeeze her perky, pert ass in my hands, moving her hips against my massive, throbbing erection.

  “You don’t get to be unsure about this now, kitten,” I say. “You’re the one who sent me a dirty fucking text and then came into my office, wet as fuck, looking for one thing.”

  She blushes and looks down, trailing a hand along my chest.

  “I know,” she says. “But, is this really...”

  I’m not listening. I’m unbuttoning her jeans, pulling her roughly against me, her soft, taut belly against my fingers.

  She gasps, her hands on my shoulders, her hips rolling.

  For just a moment, I have the strangest thought — her taut, slim belly protruding with a baby bump.

  My baby bump.

  I don’t know why but the thought drives me completely fucking wild and I grab her head, pulling her down and crushing her mouth to mine. I push my other hand into her pants, underneath her panties, and I find her wetness instantly.

  I slide my fingers past her clit, flicking it once, and Melody moans quietly into my mouth as my fingers travel south to her soaking wet slit.

  “Professor,” she whispers as I insert two, then three, her tight channel closing around me hotly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

  I bite her neck, right on the spot where I left a mark yesterday, and curl my fingers inside her hard, moving the heel of my hand against her clit.

  “You’re going to pay for it,” I whisper back.