The Temptation: A Professor Student Romance (Forbidden First Times Book 6)

by Sofia T Summers

  No wonder I was drawn to it.

  I would have bet money that I didn’t have on what I had really been doing: subconsciously trying to delve back into the material which had made me fall in love with the English language in the first place, to remind myself of just how much I had to lose. It wasn’t like any other job, where I could have quit and found employment within a couple of months, even if it wasn’t something I was crazy about.

  Academia was an entirely different animal, and I had to treat it as such. As a younger man, I had thought that the level of sacrifice involved wasn’t anything that could best me – that I would always care about my career more than anything else.

  And that’s still true, I told myself, more forcefully than was necessary. Of course, it is.

  It has to be true.

  Deep down, though, I was beginning to wonder. I had made such a habit of keeping other people at arm’s length that now, in my early middle-age, I didn’t have any close friends. Sure, there were friends from grad school who would have listened to any problems that would have arisen. And there was Peter, my TA, who clearly wanted to be pals outside of Oakbrook. But there was no one who I felt truly connected to, someone who I could count on for days of nothing – sitting around and shooting the shit and drinking whiskey.

  I began to wonder if I hadn’t missed out completely, or if I’d somehow done things backwards. Maybe I should have made an effort to be more social – to join a club or something, even if it was just a club full of guys where we’d sit around and drink and talk football.

  But I didn’t know shit about football, and I didn’t care to.

  There were some days when I felt so much older than I was, practically ancient, and Saturday had been one of them. After hours staring down at books and trying to remember what about academia had appealed to me in the first place, I went to bed. I didn’t even jack off – Eden’s face was still prominent in my mind, but I was determined to live like a monk where her beautiful body and mind were concerned. I was going to push her away and make her realize the truth: that any involvement with me beyond the most casual kind would make her regret the decision to stay.

  Sunday morning, I woke up feeling no better than I had the night before. Oakbrook seemed to suffocate me with every moment, and I realized that I had to get out of town, if only for the day. The weather outside was cold and blustery, a perfect match for my mood, and I drove out of town, past the brewpub, past the remote shopping centers, until I was on the country roads. Instead of going into the mountains, I turned onto the highway and drove south, in the direction of New York. With every second I was going further and further away from Eden, and it didn’t feel as good as I thought it would.

  I started thinking about her, as I often did. What she was doing (and what she was wearing). What she was thinking. I wouldn’t see her until Tuesday, and I found myself longing for the sight of her round cheeks and big brown eyes. The gleam of innocence and wit that clung to her like perfume.

  God, I was a fucking weak man. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and turned off the highway, pulling into the parking lot of a steakhouse. I realized in that moment that I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday, and my stomach growled as I walked inside and asked for a table.

  “Just you?” The host asked, sounding bored.

  “Yes,” I said stiffly. “It’s just me.”

  “Do you just want to sit at the bar? We’re kind of filling up,” the host said as he narrowed his eyes at me. “I mean, if you’re not expecting anyone else to join you.”

  I could have strangled the pimply, gangly kid as he led me to the bar where I sat in a leather-backed stool and ordered a whiskey neat. By the time my drink came, though, I was starting to relax. The alcohol took a warm, familiar hold on my brain. And the bar was pleasant – there was a fireplace in the corner and the lighting was dim. Forced intimacy, sure, and probably a way for the restaurant and bar to charge absurd prices, but I didn’t mind.

  At least this wasn’t the kind of place where I had to face the possibility of running into Oakbrook students. The cheapest steak on the menu was thirty-five dollars, and that was for a sirloin – back when I had been an undergrad, thirty-five dollars had been the money I spent on groceries in two weeks.

  I sipped my whiskey and ordered dinner – a hangar steak, rare, with Béarnaise sauce and a baked potato and green beans – and leaned back against the bar stool, waiting casually for it to arrive. I wasn’t in a hurry and neither were the staff, which didn’t bother me.

  If anything, it merely reinforced the decision I’d made to get away for a few hours, and how it was turning out to be a therapeutic one. This was something I should do on a regular basis, I decided. It wasn’t like I was hurting for money – even my mortgage was far lower than I’d initially expected it to be.

  My dinner arrived and I finished my first glass of whiskey and ordered another. I didn’t want to drink enough to impair my ability to drive, or anything like that, but I wanted to relax. The scent of whiskey and steak combined with the sound of the fire crackling in the background was helping a lot. Who needs Xanax when you have this, I thought as I cut a piece of steak and took a bite.

  “Come here often?”

  The female voice jarred me and I turned to the side just in time to see a woman around my age slide into the stool next to mine. She was richly dressed in a leather coat with fur trim around the hood and her brown hair was tastefully streaked with blonde. She wore little makeup, but she had a stunning profile that reminded me of a vintage cameo.

  “No,” I said. The reply sounded curter than I’d intended, but she smiled all the same.

  “Me, neither,” she said. Her voice was dark and deep and her tone bordered on flirtatious as she raised an eyebrow at me.

  I cleared my throat and kept eating, ignoring the woman even though I felt her eyes boring two hot holes into my arm.

  What was wrong with me? Months ago, I would have been incredibly interested – maybe even infatuated – with this stranger. She was gorgeous and she spoke like she was confident, which was something that had always turned me on like nothing else.

  Deep down, I knew why.

  It was all because of Eden.

  The thought was almost disheartening. If I was so obsessed with a twenty-one-year-old girl, who was young enough to be my daughter, how the fuck was I going to manage to shake said obsession?

  The old me would have eagerly tested the waters with another woman or six to find out if that did the trick. But even as I looked at my new companion and tried to work up the urge to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her face close to mine, nothing happened. My cock stayed limp in my pants and my heart beat at the regular slow, steady speed it always did whenever Eden Cooper wasn’t around.

  “You looked like you could use some company,” the woman said, sounding slightly less confident than before. I wagered a guess that she wasn’t used to men ignoring her and the thought was almost enough to make me chuckle with irony.

  “I’m fine,” I said coolly.

  “You live around here?” Without waiting for an answer, she kept talking: “I have a little condo in the woods. It’s beautiful when it snows.” She raised an eyebrow at me and took a sip from her glass of red wine. “It’s supposed to snow tonight. And I have a fireplace. Very sensual,” she added.

  “I’m sure,” I told her. I took another bite of my steak.

  “Would you like to see it?”

  I turned to her. “No,” I told her. “I’m afraid I can’t.”

  She licked her lower lip but thankfully didn’t pout. “And why is that? I don’t see a wedding ring – not that all men wear them, of course,” she replied.

  “I’m not married,” I said. “I’m just not interested in you.”

  She blinked. That remark had been cold, even for me, and I watched emotions cross her eyes. She opened her mouth to try again, then thought the better of it and got to her feet with her wine glass in one hand.


  “Have a nice evening,” she said tartly under her breath as she walked away, leaving a heavy cloud of Oriental perfume in her wake.

  As soon as she was gone, I nearly breathed a sigh of relief. It was crazy – I should have been angry with myself for not wanting her.

  Was it possible that I was developing feelings for Eden that somehow ran deeper than lust?

  The thought was a discouraging one, and a black cloud began to hover over my little evening of escape. I was in a thoroughly bad mood by the time I paid my bill, drained the last of my whiskey, and got in my car to drive back to Oakbrook, which I now considered my personal hell.

  It began to rain outside, which quickly turned into snow, only worsening my mood. It’s beautiful when it snows, I thought, recalling the words of the mystery brunette who I’d met in the bar. She had been classy and gorgeous with a killer body – and yet, I’d been completely unmoved.

  I felt like less of a man than ever when I pulled into my driveway. The automatic lights came on as I pulled in and I saw a figure flinch and stir on my front porch.

  Eden.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed under my breath as I walked up the front walk and took her by the arm, nearly dragging her inside.

  “What were you thinking?” I demanded.

  Eden’s face was flushed and pink from the cold – even her nose was red – and her eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them. Her soft, pink lips were glistening wet with spit and she licked them again as she stared up at me. In her puffer coat, leggings, and dirty Ugg boots, she looked every inch the college student.

  But there was a look in her brown eyes that I’d never seen before – a look of determination and excitement and strength.

  “I’m thinking that this is absolutely ridiculous,” she huffed. “But we’re both in it – together – and every time I close my eyes, I see you.”

  I stared at her.

  “I don’t know what you want me to do, or to say,” Eden continued hotly. “It’s like you can’t make up your damn mind how you feel about me. Well, I know how I feel about you! I like you ... a lot,” she added in a softer tone. “And I want to see where this goes. I know it’s wrong, but we already tried to stop it, and we can’t. So, I don’t even understand why we’re both still trying to ignore something so powerful!”

  Her words shocked me. For once in my life, I felt entirely speechless.

  Eden stepped closer, bridging the distance between our bodies. Her smell came over me – sweet and musky and floral, all at once – and immediately, my cock grew hard. A low growl emerged from my throat as I put my hands on her and pulled her close, pressing her mouth to mine.

  Eden melted against me. She moaned softly as my tongue roamed and explored the dark cave of her mouth, licking and sucking and tasting her. She tasted as sweet as candy and I groaned with urgent lust as I took her in my arms and half-carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. We didn’t stop kissing the entire time and Eden had to pull away, panting and desperate for breath.

  My bedroom was dark and I reached for the lamp but Eden grabbed my hand.

  “No,” she said softly. “I want this to be romantic,” she added in a quiet whisper that sent an exciting shiver down my spine.

  Then, she took my hand and lifted my fingers to her mouth. When I felt her soft lips and wet, velvet tongue moving over my hand, I groaned. It felt so good that if she had kept it up, I would have creamed my pants. Eden licked and sucked my hand, tasting the gaps between my fingers and moaning softly.

  “I’m so wet for you,” she whimpered sensually, moving my hand lower and sliding it beneath the elastic waistband of her leggings and into her panties. I could feel that her pussy was soaking and hot and just touching the wet curls of her hair made my entire body throb with desire and lust.

  I took my hand out of her panties, making Eden gasp and cry with frustration, then pushed her down on the bed. With her eyes locked on mine in the semi-darkness of my bedroom, Eden unzipped her jacket and threw it off the bed. Underneath, she was just wearing a skimpy little t-shirt that didn’t conceal the round curve of her belly or her hard, stiff nipples. She gulped again as she pulled off her boots, not breaking eye contact, then tugged her leggings down her hips. Immediately, the room was thick with the scent of her pussy juices and I growled with desire as Eden crawled towards me in just her t-shirt and her panties.

  “I always want you like this,” I groaned as we kissed wetly, our tongues dancing together. Eden tangled her hands in my hair and tugged, then moved them down to my coat and fumbled with the toggle clasps. She pulled it off and then went to work on my trousers. As she unbuckled my belt and threw it to the floor, I groaned in anticipation of her soft little mouth wrapping around my cock and sucking me dry.

  Eden crawled closer on all fours with her magnificent ass sticking up in the air. She shook her cheeks and got down on her elbows, brushing her face against the crotch of my pants and breathing on my hard dick through my pants. The sensation of her hot breath on my skin drove me wild and I pushed my fingers through her brown hair and tugged, pushing her face closer to my dick.

  “I want to taste you, Professor,” Eden whispered softly. She looked up at me and made a show of licking her lips with her pink tongue. I groaned eagerly as she fumbled with the zipper of my trousers and pulled them slowly down my hips, then tugged my boxers down. My cock sprang free and Eden immediately gasped with pleasure. She wrapped her hand around the base and tentatively pumped up and down.

  The thought that my cock was the first she’d ever sucked was so hot that I couldn’t stand it. My eyes rolled back in my head as Eden licked the head of my dick, then put her lips on it.

  “Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward and shoving the entire length of my massive erection into her soft, waiting mouth. Eden sucked furiously, drooling over my girth and moving her hand. I looked down at the way her ass shook with every motion, every movement of her round body. The sight filled me with a desire so great and intense that I forgot to breathe, and Eden seemed to know it. She had me in the palm of her hand, and I sensed that she wasn’t going to release me any time soon.

  “Mmmn,” Eden moaned on my dick. I reached down, underneath her body, and slid my hand down the neckline of her shirt. Her tits were soft and warm and as I brushed my thumb and fingers over her stiff nipples, Eden moaned and panted and gasped on my dick.

  “That’s right, baby,” I growled. “Let me fucking touch you. I want to make you feel so fucking good,” I groaned in a low voice.

  Eden’s enthusiastic moan was her only reply and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the intense pleasure that was flowing through my body like hot lava.

  19

  Eden – Sunday

  I loved the taste of Will’s cock – he was so huge that I had to strain to take him all, but the sound of him groaning and grunting with lust was worth it. I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock as he played with nipples and breasts. I’d never been more turned on in my entire life, on all fours, sucking him off like a total slut.

  I’m his, I thought with giddy lust as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him faster and harder than before.

  “God,” Will groaned. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed, staring at me with lusty fire blazing in his eyes. I sprawled on my back with my legs spread and before I could move, Will was between my thighs. He yanked my shirt up, exposing my huge breasts, and I flushed with desire as he pulled the thin fabric over my head and tossed it to the ground. Just ten minutes ago, I had been freezing cold as I waited for him to come home.

  But now, my entire body was blazing warm. Will put his face between my tits and groaned, rubbing his cock against the crotch of my panties as he took my nipples into his mouth, one at a time, and flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin. It felt so good that I cried out loudly, clapping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.

  “Baby, let it out,” Will groaned. �
��I wanna hear you scream for me.”

  Lying on his bed and screaming with pleasure felt obscene and dirty, but also taboo and delicious. I took my hand away and did as he asked, screaming and shrieking as his tongue pleasured my nipples. Will’s mouth moved lower and lower, until he was swirling his tongue in my belly button and pulling the crotch of my panties to the side. My legs were spread and my hard little clit was exposed and I gasped as I felt the chill air of the room on my wet skin. Will slid two fingers inside of my pussy and started rocking his hand back and forth against my crotch, filling me with ecstasy. It felt so good that I gasped and cried and thrust my hips, grinding against him like a dirty little girl.

  “Fuck yeah, baby, rub that clit on my hand,” Will groaned.

  I couldn’t have stopped if I had tried. I wanted him so much, wanted the pleasure to keep going, that my eyes rolled back in my head and a hot sweat broke out all over my body. When he pulled his hand away, his fingers were glistening wet. He lifted them to his mouth and licked and sucked my juices from his digits, making me blush. I’d never liked the way I smelled and I had always been embarrassed to think about a man smelling me, but to Will, the musk of my pussy was clearly an aphrodisiac. He groaned and tore my panties off, throwing the useless scrap of fabric to the floor before kneeling between my legs and leaning in close for a hot, wet kiss. I could taste the juice and scent of my pussy on his lips and I blushed even harder as his tongue probed and searched my mouth.

  Without breaking the kiss, Will’s strong hands gripped my thighs and tugged me down on the bed until I was lying horizontal with my legs still spread wide. He crawled closer and I felt the stiff head of his cock brushing against the lips of my pussy, teasing me, making me want him so bad that my clit ached with lust.

  When he plunged inside of me, I screamed into his mouth. Stars exploded in front of my eyes and I dug my fingers into Will’s ass as he thrust in deeper and deeper. We stayed like that for a moment, locked together and frozen. Then, Will began to fuck me with long, slow strokes that made me blush and squeal and squirm. My nerve endings tingled and shook with every thrust and soon I was bucking my body underneath his, gasping and arching and straining for more, more, more of him. I wanted every inch of his cock, I wanted to bury him inside of my pussy, I wanted to clench and come so tightly around his massive member that he could never pull out.