by Parker Grey
Then I take my slick fingers out of her channel and move them down, more, until I’m using her own wetness to circle her tight, puckered back hole.
Melody gasps. I press one finger against the tight ring, just barely pushing my fingertip inside her, and she bites her lip.
I’m nearly breathless with desire, but I force myself to go steady and slow even though what I want is to bury my cock inside her tight, perfect ass, the only place on her I haven’t been yet.
I need it. I need her, to take her, own her, claim her. It’s a deep, primal need, one I can’t even explain to myself.
Then she grinds her hips against me more, her eyes wide and innocent, and I grin at her.
“Tell me you like that,” I say, and push my finger just a fraction deeper, up to the first knuckle.
Melody inhales sharply.
“I like that,” she whispers.
Then she looks at me and swallows, her eyes a little unfocused as she rocks herself back and forth, working my finger a little deeper into her ass and the heel of my hand against her clit.
“Are you going to... fuck me there?” she asks, looking nervous. “I’ve never done that before.”
I chuckle again. I want to, but we need to work up to that.
“Not yet,” I say, and withdraw my hand. “Take your pants off, Melody.”
She does it, first pulling off her snow boots and then working her jeans and panties down her legs slowly, looking at me the whole time. It shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
As she gets undressed, I unbutton and unzip my pants, and I swear her eyes glow with a feral light as I pull out my cock and stroke it.
“Melody,” I say, my voice suddenly low and commanding. “Come ride my cock.”
Chapter 17
Melody
I take two steps forward, toward Professor Sharpe. I feel like he’s expecting me to suddenly become some kind of super-experienced sex goddess who’s going to ride his cock like a pony or something, and I don’t think I can do that.
I’m way, way more horny than I am experienced, but I straddle him again anyway, my hips in his strong, firm hands as I kneel over him on the wide seat of his office chair.
“Like this?” I whisper.
“Close,” he says, and then he pulls me down until the tip of his cock is pressed against my slick entrance and I’m practically pulsing with desire.
I steady myself with the back of the chair, and then I ease myself down onto him in a single stroke, gasping as he fills me up.
“Like this,” he growls. “If you’re going to come into my office, you’d better be prepared for the consequences.”
Fuck, the consequences feel good.
I couldn’t care less that it’s the afternoon and we’re in his office — granted, I’m pretty sure we’re the only people in the entire building since it’s a day before winter break starts, but it’s not crazy to think that another professor could be here and decide to pop by.
“I just needed this,” I whisper. I shift my hips and he moves inside me, his thick cock hitting all my pleasure spots, lighting me up in a chain. “I didn’t think I could wait until tonight.”
He groans, leaning back in his chair. I’m still rocking back and forth, his entire length in me, shifting and driving me completely wild.
“You’re an impatient little minx,” he says. “It’s a good thing I like fucking you so much.”
He runs his hands up my body, shoving my shirt and bra over my breasts, and pinches both nipples in his hands, rolling them between his fingers, the sensation right on the edge of pleasure and pain.
I moan, and it comes out strangled as I’m trying to keep myself from making too much noise.
“I wanted this all semester,” I say. I’m almost whimpering, because it feels so good, his hands on my body, driving me wild, controlling me completely. He could do anything to me right now and I’d let him, because I’m completely and utterly under his spell.
“Wanted what?” he asks, grinning. His hands are back on my hips, rougher this time, and he’s moving me up and down slightly, his massive cock barely moving in and out of my tight pussy.
I swallow. It’s not that I’m too shy to say right now, I just can’t think of words.
“This,” I say. “I wanted to fuck you.”
He pulls me down, sinking himself deep inside me, my pussy lips against his suit fabric.
“You wanted to traipse into my office, wet as hell, climb on top of me and ride my big, fat cock where anyone could hear you?” he rumbles.
I nod, breathless, and I swear my pussy spasms just hearing him say it. No one’s ever talked to me like this before, and the one or two clumsy attempts at dirty talk from other people have been... disappointing.
“You like getting stretched out like this, Melody?” he growls. “Going slow, feeling every fucking millimeter of me inside you, claiming you?”
I inhale sharply. Claiming?
But my body responds. God does my body respond, just as he fucks me a little harder, sending a sharp spike of sheer pleasure shuddering through me. My fingers curl harder around his shoulders.
“Yes,” I say.
He moves his hands so he’s grabbing my ass, and I’m still riding him. My mind is starting to blink in and out with pleasure, the wildfire starting somewhere in my loins and threatening to overtake me completely. I feel utterly helpless against it, but I couldn’t care less.
“Good,” he says, and then he moves one hand down the crack of my ass and swirls it around the tight bud of my back hole.
I bite my lip and look at him, his face completely serious, pure lust written all over it.
Professor Sharpe sits up and moves his hand past my asshole to my slick, full entrance and along with his next thrust, slides it inside me along with his cock.
I gasp at the new addition, stretching even further to accommodate it. If he fills me even a little bit more, I don’t think I’ll be able to move.
But just as quickly as he put it in he pulls it back out and smears my puckered hole with my own juices, and I relax into him.
“You’re so fucking wet, Melody,” he says, finger swirling. “Even though I’m fucking you, there’s still enough juice for your ass.”
My eyes are threatening to slide closed, even though I love watching him while we fuck, as he talks dirty to me.
“That’s because it feels so good when you’re inside me,” I say.
He pushes the tip of his finger into my asshole. I gasp, and I can feel myself clench around him.
“Relax, kitten,” he whispers. “It’ll feel good if you let it.”
I take a deep breath and make myself relax, leaning forward until my head is on his shoulder. I’m still riding his cock, slowly and deeply, moaning softly.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers, sliding more of his finger into my ass.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper into his ear.
If I felt under his control before, I feel completely dominated now, even though I’m on top.
“You said that already,” he murmurs into my ear. “But you’re doing it now, and I think you like it, you filthy thing.”
He pushes that finger knuckle-deep and I sigh, squirming on him, working him up and down just a little faster. The finger in my ass is like an amplifier, making every sensation ten times more intense. His cock feels like it’s the size of a baseball bat now, so wonderful and satisfying that I can hardly remember to breathe.
“Yes, Professor,” I moan, my head still on his shoulder. “Make me come, please.”
He kisses the side of my neck and pulls his finger out of my ass as I ride his cock, but before I can protest, he’s circling my tight bud again, then pushing inside the ring of muscle, only with two fingers now.
“Put them in my ass,” I beg. “Please, Professor, it feels so good to fuck you with your fingers in my ass.”
He slides them in, slowly again, and now I’m riding him hard, my tits bouncing up and down
with each hard, deep stroke. His fingers are touching places I never knew existed, lighting up pleasure centers I’d never even dreamed I had.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, not even trying to be quiet any more. “Professor, make me come—”
With his other hand, he pulls me down again and again, pounding into me, and in seconds I feel like I’m unfolding, coming undone, my body flying to pieces.
Spasms wrack through my entire body, and the Professor growls as my pussy clenches around him so hard it almost hurts, his rock-hard erection like a battering ram inside me.
I’m still shaking when I feel his cock jerk and spasm and I clench myself as he pumps me full, holding me down by the hips, so deep inside me it feels impossible.
“Fuck, Melody,” he says when he finally finishes. He pulls his fingers from my ass and takes a tissue from the desk, wiping them off and throwing it away.
I’m still breathing hard, my shirt under my armpits, my pants across his office. He’s slowly going soft inside me but I don’t want to move, because I feel oddly possessive of this moment, where our bodies are joined in the most intimate way they can be.
Then I hear footsteps coming down the hall.
It motivates me.
I practically leap off of Professor Sharpe, pulling my shirt and bra back down as he sits up straight and buttons his pants again. In seconds, I’ve hopped into my jeans, shoved my snow boots back onto my feet, and run my hands through my hair.
The footsteps recede.
Nothing to worry about. I swallow hard, still breathing. His office still has the sticky smell of sex in it, and I can feel him slowly leaking from my pussy, my ass twitching and clenching.
“Thank you, Professor,” I say, shrugging my backpack on and adjusting it slowly. “I needed that.”
He chuckles.
“I could tell,” he says, turning to face his desk and sitting up straight, looking every inch the stern, commanding teacher that he is. “I’ll see you in a few hours, Melody. Good luck with your research.”
I nod, then duck out of his office. I don’t see anyone else in the building, thank God.
Chapter 18
Professor Sharpe
I’m making chicken marsala, my specialty, and I’m not even sure why. We’re just fucking, after all.
No: we’re just fucking, and it’s ill-advised as hell, and as soon as I get tired of her I’ll end it. Hell, I should have ended it already.
I should have never started this.
But then I think of this afternoon, of the way she put her head on my shoulder when she nearly got overwhelmed. The way her sweet pussy gripped my cock, practically pulling me into her. Her tight ass around my fingers, the way a tremor ran through her body every time I pushed them a little further.
I’m not sure how soon I’ll get tired of Melody. I’ve tired of everyone, so far — the undergraduate I slept with once when I was a grad student, the girls I dated in grad school. The other professors I’ve tried to have relationships with.
I’m a little worried that I won’t get tired of Melody, and I wish I would. I can’t be with a college sophomore.
There’s a soft, almost hesitant knock on my door. I dry my hands on a kitchen towel and my dick gets hard, just hearing it.
Better not be carolers, or this’ll be awkward.
It’s her. Standing there, on my doorstep, bundled up because it’s snowing outside, but she’s wearing a skirt and tights and the moment I see her, I know she’s not wearing panties.
“Hi,” she says, and holds up a loaf of bread. “I’d have brought a bottle of wine, but...”
I fill it in myself: she can’t even legally buy alcohol.
Jesus, what am I doing?
“The bread is perfect,” I say, looking down at her and then out at the snowy, dark street. I should have told her to come to the back door, but I can’t bear the idea of Melody, going in the other entrance like she’s a prostitute or something.
This is my mistake. I can let her have dignity.
She steps inside. I take the bread, put it on a side table, then take her coat, her scarf, and her hat and before I know it, she’s pressed against me, pulling my head down to her, my still-clothed cock between the globes of her ass as she grinds against me, moaning.
Holy fuck.
“You’re an insatiable monster,” I growl, but I kiss her deeply and grab her perky, full breasts in both hands.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“I don’t mind, as long as you’re my monster,” I growl into her ear, and she writhes against me.
Then she’s topless, looking up at me, her perfect pouty lips full and tempting, her hands on the buckle of my pants. We’re still in the entry way of my house, and I move us into my living room where I’ve started a fire.
For a split second, she looks around, even though she’s seen it before, and even though her hand is on my belt buckle, she pauses for a moment.
“This is nice,” she says.
I pinch one nipple, and she looks back at me, a devilish smile on her face.
Then my pants are down and I’m standing next to the fireplace as she kneels in front of me, the warm brick to my back as she inhales my cock in one gulp, sliding it into her throat with no preamble whatsoever.
I grab her hair in one hand, but she’s doing the work on her own and I just watch as she takes my enormous length in and out, again and again. It feels incredible, beyond incredible, watching this perfect, innocent girl devour my cock so eagerly.
Before long, the tightness is building in my lower belly and my balls clench. I tighten my hand in her hair and she looks up at me, understanding.
“Melody,” I growl as she pulls back, slurping the length of my cock until it’s out of her mouth, just her lips around the head. “Your mouth is mine.”
She doesn’t answer, just swallows me again, the best answer of all. I hold her there with my hand on her hair, her nose pressed up against my abdomen.
“I want you to swallow every last drop,” I say roughly, moving her back and forth slightly. I’m incredibly close, teetering on the edge, but I love talking to her like this. “Swallow every drop and lick me clean, Melody.”
She pushes down again on her own and I finally fucking lose it. I hold her there, as far into her mouth as I can go, pumping load after load down her throat as she swallows and swallows, obeying me perfectly.
At last, spent, I let her pull her head back and she does, slowly, sucking and licking at my softening cock until it’s practically sparkling.
Then she sits back and wipes her mouth off with one hand as I tuck myself back into my pants, her eyes wide.
I nearly lose control, I need so badly to taste her. I pick her up and toss her on the couch, shoving her skirt up to her hips, sucking her clit into my mouth while I push three, then four fingers into her sweet, dripping cunt. It’s probably still my semen in there, since I came inside her a few hours ago, but knowing that somehow turns me on more.
Melody moans, clutching the couch behind her, and I work my tongue over her clit again and again, my fingers in her pussy. It’s almost too easy, and before long her muscles are fluttering and clenching and she’s about to come.
I hear her gasp.
“Profess—”
I suck her clit hard and the word turns into a shout.
“Oh, God!” Melody cries out. “I’m coming, Professor!”
I know, I think.
Her body jerks, but I don’t stop. I pull my fingers out and stroke her lips a few times, back and forth, my tongue still circling.
Then I move my fingers to her back hole. She’s so wet that her honey is dripping down onto her tight ass, and I massage it gently as I lap at her clit, willing her to relax.
She whimpers again and I press my fingers against her softly, waiting for her to take me in. Even though right now, more than anything, I want to flip her over and invade her tight hole with my cock, stretch her wide and make her beg me to let her come, I don�
��t want to hurt her.
Melody moans and then my fingers slip inside, to the first knuckle, then the second, her tight ring gripping me hard. I lap harder at her clit, sucking it into my mouth and teasing at it as I push my fingers further into her ass.
Before I know it, she’s coming again, her empty pussy clenching so hard I can feel it with my mouth, and before she’s done coming I add a third finger to her back hole, stretching her even more. I’m hard again, cock aching, and I think fuck her there, just fuck her, she wants it, but I’m going to wait.
“Professor,” she whimpers. “It feels so good when your fingers are in my ass.”
I push them as deep as I can, licking her hard, and she comes again, her whole body jolting and jerking like she’s being electrocuted. She’s moaning God, yes, please, over and over again, and when she’s finally done and I come up for air she’s in total disarray, lying on my couch topless, skirt around her waist.
And it’s fucking beautiful.
Chapter 19
Melody
Dinner is amazing. Professor Sharpe’s an incredible chef, and as we’re sitting in his dining room, drinking wine and eating by candlelight, I realize something.
This is a date. I am on a date. With my professor.
I don’t know why that surprises me more than fucking him does, but there it is.
As we finish eating, laughing about something one of the other faculty said in a meeting, he looks over at me, his face lit up.
“I have to tell you something,” he says.
I raise my eyebrows and lift my wine glass to my lips. I’ve been careful not to drink more than a single glass, but I’m still a little tipsy since I don’t drink much.
“What?” I ask.
“I didn’t even think of dessert,” he says. “Not until right this minute, anyway.”
I laugh.
“Then I’m leaving right now,” I tease him gently. “And you can call me when you’ve got cheesecake.”
He grins.