by Madison Faye
Her eyes meet mine, a glimmer of coyness in them, and she grins slyly as she brings the pen to her lips. Her little pink tongue darts out, swirling over the end of her pen, and she blushes as she slowly slides it between her pouty lips and sucks.
…And my cock is hard as fucking steel.
Ana sits there, teasing me, driving me fucking insane and out of my damn mind as she subtly sucks her pen and teases her little pussy under her skirt. My cock strains at the front of my slacks, so much so that I eventual move behind my desk, sitting, but with my eyes still locked on her. Somehow—somehow—I make it through some semblance of a lesson, and finally, the clock strikes the hour.
There’s a rushing sensation in my ears as the classroom ends, students grabbing their books and their bags and streaming out of the room. I watch, ignoring all of them as Anastasia stands, gathering her books slowly… lingering.
“Hang back, Ms. Penworth,” I growl as other students walk past my desk to exit the classroom. “We need to discuss your tardiness.”
She blushes, biting her lip and eyeing me through the stream of students, until finally, the last one exits.
“Close the door, Ms. Penworth,” I groan quietly.
Anastasia nods, her face flushed as she turns and walks over to the door. She closes it, and she’s just about to turn, when suddenly, I’m on her. She gasps, moaning as I spin her around and pin her to the wall as I crush my lips to hers. She writhes against me, whimpering into the kiss as she grabs my shirt tightly. Her lips open for me, her tongue finding mine as I growl and grope for the shade to the window in the door. I yank it down, hiding us from prying eyes as I go back to devouring her lips.
“You little tease,” I groan, kissing her deeply as my hands slide down to cup her ass.
“I—I was in a hurry this morning,” she purrs heatedly, grinning wickedly at me. “I just couldn’t find any panties! And I didn’t want to be late!”
I groan as I kiss her again, my hands squeezing that tight little ass as she moans into my lips.
“Didn’t want to be late, huh?” I growl. “What class do you have next?”
“Calc,” she murmurs, panting as her fingers start to tug my dress shirt out of my slacks.
“When.”
“Now.”
“You’re going to be late.”
She gasps as I pull away and suddenly spin her, pushing her up against the wall next to the door as she moans deeply. I grab her short blonde hair in a fist, pulling it out of the way and tugging down the kerchief she’s wearing fashionably around her neck. It’s to hide the marks I left on her last night, which is a good thing, because I’m about to leave more.
I kiss the back of her neck, making her shiver and moan as one of my hands slides around to slip into her blouse. I slide my hand under her bra, cupping her full, soft tis and teasing a nipple as she whimpers for more.
And more is exactly what she’s going to get.
“You were late, Ms. Penworth,” I growl.
“I—I’m so sorry, professor!” she moans, panting. “Am I in trouble?”
“Big trouble,” I purr into her ear. My hand yanks open my belt, and when she hears the sound of my zipper, she whimpers eagerly, pushing her ass back against my bulge.
This is insane, and probably really fucking stupid. I’ve got a student pinned to the wall of my classroom with marks from my mouth down her neck, her skirt around her waist, and my pants undone, ready to fuck her right here and right now.
Insane, but I don’t care. Because I can’t, and won’t, stop. I’ll never stop with her.
I tug her skirt higher, baring her ass to me, and I groan as my hand slides over her smooth skin. Ana whimpers, grinding back against me, and when I reach I and pull my thick cock and my heavy balls out from my briefs, she gasps as she feels my thickness hot against her skin.
“Professor…”
“Spread your legs, baby girl,” I growl, using my knee to spread them myself. I grip my cock in a fist, my pulse roaring and my need for her all-consuming as I tease my swollen cock up the inside of her thigh. Ana moans, panting, her eyes closed as she braces herself against the wall with both hands, her head lolling back against my chest.
“Let me show you what happens to bad girls who come late to my class.”
I ease my thick head against her slippery, sticky, petal-soft lips, and I hear her breath draw in. I push, and when my head slips inside, she moans loudly. I grunt, gripping her hip with one hand and guiding my cock with the other as I slowly push inch after thick, throbbing inch into her tight little cunt.
When I’m halfway in, I grab her hips with both hands, pin her to the wall, and thrust. Ana cries out in pleasure as I fill her to the hilt with my cock.
“Shh,” I purr into her ear. “Better keep quiet, baby girl,” I growl. “Otherwise people might know you’re getting fucked like a dirty little girl by her older professor.”
She moans, stuffing a hand into her mouth and pushing back against me as I grind deep inside of her. I slide slowly out, teasing her and groaning as I watch her tight, pink lips grip my big cock so sensually, like they’re trying to suck me back inside. I ease out until just the head is inside of her, before I drive right back in, making her groan in pleasure as I feel her walls tightening around me.
And then, I start to fuck her.
I don’t have a class right now, but my office hours start in fifteen minutes. And besides that, we’re in a fucking classroom, at school, during school hours. And here I am balls-deep in a high school senior. I groan, thrusting deep, hissing in pleasure as I feel her pussy ripple up and down my shaft. She moans wildly around the hand she’s got muffling herself, panting as her face crumbles in pleasure. My hand slides down her arm, fingers lacing with hers against the wall as I start to thrust and rut into her like a man possessed.
My hand grips her hip, tugging her back to meet my thrusts as I bury my cock in her little pussy over and over again. I feel her come once, turning her head to bite my arm, hard, to stop from screaming—her pussy clenching and rippling around my cock so sweetly. And still, I just keep going.
I can feel her honey dripping down my balls, the wet sounds of us thrusting together filling the room lewdly. Ana turns her head, and when our lips crash together, I devour her moans of pleasure as I start to thrust harder, and faster.
“Oliver…”
“Fuck, Ana,” I groan, pleasure melting through me as I sink my cock deep into her sweet heaven.
“Fuck me,” she moans, panting. “Never stop fucking me! I—fuck, you’re going to—”
“Come, sweetness,” I grunt into her lips. “Come for my big cock right now. Let me feel that little pussy come all over me so I can fill you up with my cum. You better walk fast to that next class of yours, because you’re going to feel my cum running down your pretty thighs if you don’t.”
She moans, thrusting back to meet me even faster, like she can’t get enough of it. I groan, pumping into her faster, rutting into her like a demon. Her tight little cheerleader ass bounces off my abs, her fingers tighten in mine, and she moans so deeply into my mouth as we both go crashing towards that release.
“Come for me, Ana,” I grunt. “Let me feel you come for me.”
My hand spanks her ass as I drive in deep, and when my mouth finds her neck and bites, suddenly, she explodes for me. She gasps loudly before she turns and buries her cry into her shoulder as she starts to come for me. I groan, feeling her clenching me so fucking tightly—rippling up and down my cock as I start to fall myself.
She turns her head, still panting and moaning, and her eyes are wild as they lock with mine.
“Please, Professor Bard?” She coos in this sweet and yet sultry voice. “Please can I have your cum?”
Yeah, that does it.
I crush my lips to hers and roar into her mouth as I bury my cock to the hilt and let go. My balls twitch, and my thick cock pulses as I pump rope after thick, sticky white rope of cum deep against her womb. I groan,
holding my cock there as I just keep coming, filling her to the absolute brim before slowly, I come back down to earth.
I kiss her slowly, and tenderly, and when her tongue seeks mine and swirls over it, I growl as I cup her jaw possessively. Slowly, achingly, I pull away, easing my cock from her tight, cum-soaked pussy. She moans, sliding a hand under her skirt and cupping herself as she giggles and blushes.
“You came so much.”
I chuckle, kissing her and pulling her into my arms, feeling the heat of her radiate through me as she giggles again.
“Okay, there’s no freaking way I can walk to class without leaving a trail behind me.”
I chuckle. “Hang on.”
I stride to my desk, tucking my sticky cock back into my pants and zipping up. In my drawer, still there from the day before, are the panties I slid down her legs last night. I grab them and walk back over to her.
“Here, let me.”
I kneel in front of her.
“Lift your skirt, angel,” I purr.
Anastasia blushes as she does, giving me a perfect view of her pink, swollen, freshly fucked pussy.
“Fuck do you have a pretty little cunt,” I growl softly, making her blush. I help her step into her panties from the night before, and slowly pulls them up. But I leave them at her thighs for a second, reaching up and letting my fingers stroke through her messy, cum-filled pussy. She moans as I ease a finger into her, curling it deep before sliding out and dragging it up to her clit. I roll my cum around her little nub until she’s panting, before I pull away.
Ana groans. “Who’s the tease now?”
I chuckle as I pull her panties up tight against her mound, already seeing the front of them darken as my cum leaks out of her.
“Better get to your next class,” I growl, standing and kissing her slowly.
“If I’m late to that one, should I report back here for more… discipline?”
I grin, shaking my head at the impish smile on her face. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
She nods, giggling as she stands up on her tip-toes and kisses my mouth.
“Will…” she blushes. “Will I see you later?”
I nod, my eyes hungrily drinking her in.
“My house, after you’re done for the day.”
She swallows, her eyes hooded with lust.
“Okay,” she whispers heatedly.
“Get to class, baby,” I grin, pulling her in and kissing her.
She picks up her bag and heads for the door, taking a breath and smoothing out her skirt and fixing her hair before she turns back to me, one hand on the knob.
“See you later, Professor.”
She opens the door and steps out, and I’m just turning back to my desk, a big shit-eating grin on my face, when I hear my name.
“Oliver.”
I turn, my eyes going a little wide as I see Vice Principle Lyne standing in my doorway.
“Your office hours haven’t started yet, have they?”
I shake my head, swallowing thickly as I lean back against my desk. “No, not yet.”
“So why did I just see Anastasia Penworth leaving your classroom?”
“She needed some…” I clear my throat. “Some help with some of the extra credit she’s doing for me.”
Kelly’s eyes narrow, a sour look on her face. And I can tell she’s still sore from me turning her down the night before. Even if the whole thing with Ana wasn’t there, I still would have zero interest in Kelly.
“Well, she seemed happy.”
I smile thinly. “She’s a good student. She just needs some… direction sometimes.”
Kelly frowns, eyeing me.
“Your shirt is unbuttoned, Oliver.”
I swallow. Shit.
I glance down, and sure enough my top two buttons are undone. Not to mention, the whole shirt is untucked. I look back up at Kelly and shrug as casually as I can.
“Intense lesson,” I say with a smile. “I can get pretty deep into it.”
More like deep into Anastasia’s sweet, perfect little pussy, I growl to myself.
Kelly’s scowl doesn’t go away as she watches me tuck in and button up my shirt.
“We have a dress code here, Oliver. A code of conduct.”
“Thank you, Kelly, I’m aware,” I say thinly.
She blinks, her eyes burning into me. “I’m watching you, Oliver.”
I frown. “For?”
She smiles thinly, stepping towards me.
“Turning me down was not a smart move,” she mutters angrily. “I’m not an enemy you want to have.”
I roll my eyes. “Kelly, I don’t feel as though you and I would be approp—”
“I’m watching you, Oliver,” she spits one more time, before turning on her heel and storming from the classroom.
Well, fuck.
I know I should be worried, but I’m not. I’m too wrapped up in Ana to feel anything but what she makes me feel—whole, complete, at peace. She makes me feel things I never thought I would, and never imagined I would with a girl her age. But, there’s no pretending I don’t, and there’s no ignoring what I know is burning hot between us.
So, fuck Kelly Lyne.
I step into my attached office and wait for whatever students are going to be dropping by for office hours. But my every thought is on Ana. Ana, and seeing her later, and what comes next.
10
Anastasia
“Wait, are you sure this is okay?”
Oliver turns and grins at me the low glow of the dashboard light—that grin that sends a shiver through me and an aching lust for him. I mean good freaking God is he wickedly attractive.
“It’s gonna be fine, beautiful,” he purrs, dropping a hand to my bare knee as he turns the wheel, pulling the black Audi into museum parking lot.
It’s date night. Specially, it’s our date night. As you might imagine, “date night” presents some, well, challenges when you’re eighteen, at a private boarding school, and when your date is your government professor. Needless to say, we are not out in Southworth. Instead, Oliver’s driven us an hour and a half away, to a new exhibit on Renaissance paintings at a local University art museum. The chances are pretty minimal that anyone we know will recognize us, but I’m still jittery in my seat.
Back at Winchester, I’m “in a private study session”—one that I’ve even had staff approval to stay at the library past dorm curfew for. And yes, the signature on my special library privileges card is Oliver’s. But instead, here I am ninety miles away in a sleek, slinky black cocktail dress that toes the line between sexy and sophisticated, with a very gorgeous date helping me out of the car. Oliver’s in a dark suit, no tie, with maybe one more dress-shirt button undone than might be appropriate. Trust me, I am not complaining.
The valet takes his keys, doing his damnedest not to stare at the two of us. If Oliver notices though, he just brushes it off. At the front entrance to the exhibit opening, an older, stuffy looking man taking tickets gives us the same look, his eyes darting between us, and then frowning slightly as Oliver’s hand slides possessively over my waist as if to say “yeah, she’s mine.”
I shiver at the thought, both of us ignoring the man’s look as we stroll into the gallery hall.
“I’m going to get us some drinks,” Oliver purrs into my ear, his hand stroking the bare skin of my arm. “You okay to look around?”
I turn, biting my lip and grinning as I nod. “Yeah. Wait, drinks?”
He arches a brow. “Yeah, soda for you, young lady.”
“Awww, not even one glass of wine?” I wag my brows at him, teasing him.
“I’m crossing enough ethical boundaries with you, don’t you think?”
I giggle, and then, not even really caring who sees us, I pull close to him, stand up on my toes in my strappy black heels, and kiss him—slowly, deeply, passionately, before I pull away with a wink.
“You…” he growls, shaking his head and raking his nails over the scruff on h
is jaw. His eyes burn right into mine with a fierce hunger.
“I think you’re going to get me in trouble,” he purrs.
I blush, beaming widely as he gives me a final wink and then turns to head for the bar. I start to stroll, taking in the paintings on loan from private collections in Europe, drinking it all in.
“Lovely, aren’t they?”
I turn and smile at an older woman in taupe, her silvered hair pulled back in this severe looking bun and pearls across her neck.
“They’re really gorgeous.”
She smiles, but it’s that kind of practiced smile that I most certainly recognize from growing up in the world I did. It’s a rich, snobby kind of smile. It’s a money smile. It’s the veneer on the outside while the eyes are boring right into me, trying to pierce through me.
“Well, I bet it’s a real treat to be here tonight, isn’t it?”
My brow furrows slightly, but I just smile back. “Yeah, it’s wonderful to see all of these pieces.”
“And so nice for your….father, to bring you?”
I smile widely, blushing as I shake my head.
“Oh, no, he’s…” I swallow. I know I could just go along with it. But, seeing as we just kissed right in the middle of the gallery hall, I think that might not be the best story to go with.
“He’s not—”
“Oh!” The woman mimes this fake looking embarrassment, though I can tell she’s not in the slightest.
“My mistake, dear. Your uncle them is it?”
She saw us kiss. I can see it right then in the glint in her eyes. She’s one of those types of rich older people. The kind who’ve truly been poisoned by wealth and who just for whatever reason enjoy tormenting people. She enjoying watching me twist on the line.
Well, fuck that.
“My boyfriend, actually,” I say flatly, the smile on my face only growing wider as her lips purse with disdain.
“How old are you?” She mutters.
“Eighteen.”
“And your…your boyfriend?” She says with a snobby tone.