“I don’t know what you mean by that, professor,” he said smoothly.
I scowled. “This isn’t something to joke about, Ben. I’ll get rid of the messages; you do the same. As far as anyone cares, none of this ever happened.”
He smiled, eyes running up and down my body lasciviously. “Now, professor, who says I want to forget this happened? I’ve been wondering who it was, and now that I know, I’m not going just to let it go.”
My lips pursed, though I wasn’t sure how to feel. Irritated maybe? With the way he was looking at me, I knew he had one thing in his mind, in particular.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said softly, as if to a frightened animal he wanted to soothe. “I won't tell a soul, Angela. Can I call you Angela? But, you see, I’m hard. I’ve been looking for you to relieve me.”
My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I was surprised to realize that he actually was hard. The bulge was very obvious beneath his tight jeans. I had teased about it in the texts, but he was surprisingly big. In spite of myself, I could feel my heart start to pound and my mouth water.
“Come on, professor,” he murmured, as he took a step closer. “You already have one promise you haven’t fulfilled yet. You promised to spank me, and I waited for you. We can't do that right now, but I want you to get me off. Just like you described in your text.”
He held the phone up, then set it down on the desk. Then, he raised his hand and tugged me out from behind the desk, before he put both hands on my shoulders. He nudged gently, not a push, more of a suggestion. My body moved almost on its own as I went down on my knees, which brought me to eye-level with his erection.
“We’re in the classroom,” I croaked, my gaze steady on that hard bulge so close to my mouth now.
Ben chuckled. “That’s just fine, right? There’s no one in here besides us, and this room should remain empty for the rest of today. Or am I wrong?”
There was an evening class in the same room, but that wouldn’t be until later, so he was technically not wrong. I swallowed, watching his hands as he tugged his belt. He undid his fly, took himself in hand, and took his dick out. I let out a soft breath, and licked my lips. My emotions were only getting muddier. At that moment, I knew I should be scared and worried more than anything.
Wasn’t this, technically, blackmailing? I should have been saying no or resisting, or something. But I stared at his hard cock, and I didn’t feel a bit of resistance at all. I’d imagined this when I sent him those texts because it had been a long while since I’d been satisfied in bed. Stuart and I had stopped having sex long before the divorce, and I’d been celibate, aside from a little self-love, for nearly two years.
“Suck me,” he commanded with a harsh breath that told me he wasn’t as in control as he let on.
I leaned forward before my brain could catch up, mouth opened wide to take in the head of his cock. Ben held himself steady with his hand at the base, and I groaned when I felt him on my tongue. Carefully I wrapped my lips around him as I sucked lightly, and my eyes fluttered closed. I could hear him curse in appreciation above me, but my mind was gone.
Even though I should have been, I wasn’t thinking about the consequences. All I could think was that I wanted to make him come so I could taste it. Then maybe, afterwards, he could fuck me. My nipples had perked up, brushing against my clothes with every breath, sending little shocks of pleasure through me. Blood surged south, and I spread my thighs a little, feeling my clit throb. I wanted to touch myself, but held back, instead I went down on Ben’s cock.
He cursed. “Just like that, prof,” he growled. “Exactly like you told me you would. Do you remember everything you said? Do it just like that.”
I didn’t remember the exact sequence of words, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I brought my hands up but faltered when I realized I still held my phone in hand. I put it down, then reached up again. Gently, I tugged his hand away and wrapped my own around his cock with a light but firm grip. With my lips tightened, I tongued the underside before I slid more of his cock into my mouth. Ben moaned when I came back up with ever increasing suction as I moved.
“Deep-throat me,” Ben grumbled.
His words hit the spot inside me, as I reached for his hand and placed it between my thighs. I pressed his hand onto the spot that ached so sweetly as I did what Ben demanded of me. Going slow, making sure to breathe through my nose, I lowered my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I groaned when his thick, long cock stopped there. Even with him bumping my throat, there was still more of him to go. Three of my fingers wrapped around the base as I held my breath to begin the push forward, deeper. I felt the head slide into my throat, and carefully swallowed around it.
Ben was mine at that point, for that moment, because he wouldn’t have moved if the world exploded around us. Not if the way he gripped his fingers in my head said anything about it.
I pulled back and his cock slipped out of my mouth with a light popping sound. I panted for breath but went down quickly. I wanted to push him into my throat again but decided not to. I’d have to work my way up to that, it had been a while since I last did it, and my throat already ached just from that little bit of action.
So, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock once more, I took him into my mouth, tightened my lips and sucked hard as I bobbed my head. I moved as fast as I could, his tight grip guided me, and I followed. I would stop, every now and then, to run my tongue around the head and suck at the tip. Ben obviously loved my attentions and he murmured encouragements mixed with low grunts of pleasure. The hand in my hair went even tighter and I made a sound of feral encouragement as he started to move his hips, fucking my mouth.
Precum poured out of his slit, and I licked it up, swallowing it down, and it only made me more excited. I rubbed at my clit through my clothes, the ache almost unbearable, but I was soon distracted with the cock in my mouth. I could hear his voice growing strained, and I knew he was getting close. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from my clit and instead I cupped his balls. I teased him with my hands, and found the spot that made his hips pause for a second before they picked up their pace again. What I couldn’t fit into my mouth I gripped with my other hand.
“Fuck!”
Ben cursed, and his body went taut as I felt his cock pulse, just before he came in my mouth. We both groaned. He tasted bitter on my tongue, but I swallowed it all up greedily, sucking him dry, just like I’d said in my text. His body shuddered, hand tightening in my hair in warning as he became a little sensitive. I gentled my movements immediately, the strokes with my hand almost feather light, sucking gently as I licked around his cock.
I moaned, pulling back and licked at my lips to make sure I had every drop cleaned up. I brought my hand up and wiped at my chin, then licked my hand clean.
“Tastes so good,” I sighed, losing myself for a moment.
I looked up, and our gazes met. He was gazing down at me with a wild look in his eyes, and I felt my breath hitch, and my body tighten, wondering if it was my time now. Touching myself could tide me over, but it had been so long since a man brought me to orgasm, and I knew how much better it would be when it was someone else doing it instead of me.
Then, we both heard the door handle rattle as someone went to open it, and someone muttering outside when it jammed.
My eyes widened as I whirled to stare at the door, before I reflexively ducked behind my desk.
Shit!
Ben quickly fixed his pants, tucked himself in and zipped up, then buckled his belt. I swiped at my clothes and ran my fingers through my hair self-consciously. Then the door opened, and Ben turned around acting calm. I would have been impressed, but it did make me wonder how many times he had almost got caught doing things like this before. He shouldn’t be so calm in this situation. I had to take a few deep breaths to calm down my own panic.
“Ben? So you were in here. I texted you. I guess you didn’t’t see it?”
I blinked and look
ed up at him. He was smiling toward the door.
“Sandra,” he said, easily, as if he hadn’t only just come in my mouth. “Sorry, I was just a little busy, I didn’t’t even see your text. What is it?”
“Oh, I just thought that we should talk. Would you like to go out?”
Ah. This must be the girlfriend, then, the girl he must have thought he was texting when he got the wrong number. Feeling irritation rise with the panic, I stood up. The girl stared at me with wide eyes. She looked like the cheerleader type, with a short skirt and crop top that showed off her ample cleavage
“Um, why were you…”
“I dropped my phone,” I said curtly, and lifted my phone up. Technically, it was true.
Now both of you get the fuck out and go flirt elsewhere! I need to get out of here!
Horror was quickly coming back. Just what the hell was I doing? With a student, and in class no less. We were lucky we didn’t get caught.
The girl, Sandra, looked at me oddly, before turning back to Ben. Her expression was strange, and I wanted to curse, because I knew she was thinking that I was trying to seduce him or something, which was so far from being the truth to be laughable.
“I’m coming,” Ben said finally, and the girl looked away to grin up at him. “Can you step outside and wait for me? I’m not done talking to the professor yet.”
Her eyes flitted between the two of us, before nodding and backing off. Then, he turned to me with a grin.
“Then again,” he teased, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “I already came.”
I just gaped as he sauntered his way out of my class, looking like he was in a good mood.
Chapter Nine
Ben
“What’s up, Sandra?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
I was in such a good mood; I couldn’t help smiling at her, even as she continued to frown at me.
“Wasn’t that Angela?” She asked suspiciously. “The professor you’re always complaining about that gives you trouble. What happened?”
I shrugged. “Nothing to worry about. I got in late to class, and she was annoyed as usual. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything that important, anyway.”
“Oh,” she murmured, looking less suspicious. “Anyway, want to head out now? It’s almost lunch, and I’m feeling a little hungry, why don’t we eat?”
“Sure,” I said with a shrug.
I followed Sandra without a thought to where we were headed, but my mind was still back in that classroom with the professor.
Fuck.
She had looked so pretty on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock. I’d never thought much of her. Angela was just another staff member at the school, and I’d never paid much attention to them.
There were professors that accused me of being too careless about my future, but that wasn’t the situation at all. Whatever happened at school, I had money to fall back on. Even if it wasn’t just my family’s funds, I had the trust fund from my grandparents that I could break into when I turned twenty-five in four more years. As long as I didn’t do anything too crazy, I was set for life.
Because of this, I would admit, I took my time at the school lightly, unless it had to do with swimming. When I got to my second year, as news of my background spread, there were fewer professors willing to give me a hard time, and Angela was the only one since then, so I’d paid attention to her a few times, but I simply thought of her as an irritation that would go away with time.
I never knew she could be so sexy. Thinking of it now, she was definitely pretty. There was that kid that talked to her after class, and he wasn’t the only guy that had a crush on her. She had to be in her thirties, but she hardly looked her age. Her clothes were always prim and proper, but after what happened after class today, I now wondered what it would be like to strip them off her and see the body she hid underneath. She was slender, with dark eyes and dark hair. She was even prettier on her knees in front of me, staring at my dick like she wanted to swallow me whole.
She sucked head so good, I thought, a shudder running down my spine. The best part was, she looked like she enjoyed it, I wasn’t forcing her into it, and I didn’t think that part was a lie. I couldn’t get her out of my mind while I was with Sandra, and later with my friends.
I’d always had a thing about older women. When I lost my virginity at fifteen, it was to a girl three years older. It could be because I’d heard from other boys about how older women were so much better than someone your age or younger since they had more experience. I knew it wouldn’t necessarily be true for everyone, but it at least was for Angela.
The decision was made before I even thought about it. As soon as I got back to my dorm, I called my mom.
“Ben! How long has it been since you last called your mom, huh? Did you forget about me?”
I rolled my eyes at her antics. “I’m calling you now, aren’t I?”
“But it’s been a month since I last talked to you. Don’t you think that’s too much? And when do you plan on coming home?”
I walked over to my bed and fell back into it, sighing.
“I’m busy with classes and assignments. You know it’s my last year, Mom. There’s swimming, too. I don’t have the time to come home, but I promise to when I have free time in my schedule.”
“You better,” she said. “At least let me see my own son’s face every now and then, I’ll miss you too much.”
“Are you sure you just don’t have too much free time?”
“What free time,” she complained. “I’m actually in the middle of something right now.”
She suddenly sounded happy, and I wondered what was going on. She told me before I could ask.
“I’ve meant to tell you, but I keep forgetting. Ben, I met someone.”
I blinked, mildly surprised. Mom had friends, and people she went out with often, but she didn’t date often, and by her almost giddy sounding tone, I knew that was what she was implying.
“Really?”
“Really! I almost can’t believe it, still. He’s a professor now, and he’s older, but we knew each other back in college.”
“Uh, Mom?” I couldn’t remember the last time Mom gushed about anything, but when she got like this, she could go on and on, and I had my own agenda for calling her. It did make me feel a bit guilty, but this was something important, after all.
She went on as if she didn’t hear me. “We went on one date, but because of certain reasons, there weren’t more after that. We’re seeing each other now. I plan to introduce you to him sometime, maybe not now, though, since you’re so busy with school.”
I closed my eyes and waited as she kept talking. I wasn’t really interested. I loved my mom, but we didn’t intrude much into each other’s lives. She would tell me about what was going on in her life, and I would do the same, but it was none of my business if she chose to date. I wasn’t going to hold her back, but as long as she wasn’t trying to replace my dad, I wasn’t going to say anything, either.
“That’s great, Mom,” I murmured. “But I wanted to ask you something. I want to get into my school’s system.”
She hummed. “Your university? Why? Is there any trouble?”
“I just want to look in on something; you don’t have to bother with it. I’ll just deal with it really quick, but can you get me access? I don’t know who to ask.”
“Tell me what it is, I’ll look into it for you.”
“No worries, I’ll do it myself. Just ask around and send me the details, please.”
“Okay, honey. Give me some time?”
I smiled to myself. Soon, I would find out where Angela lived, and I was going to go and pay her a visit.
“Oh, and Mom? I’m happy for you. Whoever this guy is, I hope he treats you right.”
She giggled. “Thank you, son. I’m completely sure that he will.”
I hung up the phone. A few minutes later, I got what I wanted, and the search didn’t take me long. I took a quick shower, got
changed into a black shirt, slacks and formal shoes, and headed to Angela’s.
Chapter Ten
Angela
I found myself at home alone and wondered how I’d gone through the rest of my day. I had another class after this morning, and somehow, I’d acted normal through it, though I ended up skipping lunch at the faculty room because I didn’t think I could act normal around the other professors.
Now that I had privacy, the panic was back.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have done that. What the hell was I thinking?
What would I do if that girl insisted on asking what was up, and he said something to her? If rumors got around, even if he didn’t confirm anything, my reputation would be ruined. I could still lose my job. He’d also said that he wouldn’t be telling anyone, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. I’d only made it worse by sucking him off in the classroom, dammit.
If it got out, and the higher ups started asking questions, then one that would go down would still be me. They would take his word over mine, because of his background. I was just some professor that transferred recently; they could decide to cut their losses and dump me, so this wouldn’t make it back to Ben’s parents, or get the school involved and ruin the university’s reputation.
“Ugh,” I groaned to myself, dropping onto my couch, burying my face in my hands. “I can't believe I enjoyed it. And I still have to deal with him in class!”
That was the worst part of it. I would have to see him again, and I didn’t know how I would act when I did, especially in the middle of a lesson. I could hope that he would be considerate enough not to show up but thinking back to the smirk he’d levelled at me before leaving, I didn’t believe that one bit.
He enjoyed messing with me.
“Whatever,” I breathed out after some time. I lowered my hands and stood up. “Just… worry about it later.”
I’d been worrying the whole day, but I was old enough to know that no matter how much I worried, it wouldn’t change anything.
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