The Professor's Dirty Lessons (2)

Chapter Two –

Avena's POV

I couldn't speak as he stepped closer. Then he walked past me, causing me to turn around to watch as he strode to the door and put the lock in place.

Click.

Then he walked towards me and I was backed into the edge of his desk. He didn't just stop at that, his hands came down on either side of me, caging me in,

Heat instantly enveloped me.

“You've been thinking about this, haven't you?”.

The question was soft and almost amused and my lips parted, but no sound came out. Then his mouth descended to my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I gasped, eyes closing.

“I've seen you in my lectures”, he murmured against my throat. I fought the urge not to swallow. “Watching me while touching yourself in the back row, thinking I wouldn't notice”. His teeth grazed my pulse. “I noticed”.

“Yes”. The word tore out of me, desperately. “Yes, I've been thinking about it. About you”.

I opened my eyes and he pulled back just enough to meet them. His were dark and his pupils were blown wide.

“Good. Because I've been thinking about you too”.

Before I could even say a word, his mouth was on mine. It was hard, demanding, and he tasted of coffee. His tongue slid past my lips, and I moaned into him, my hands fisting into his jacket.

He lifted me onto the desk like I weighed nothing and shoved the papers and files aside. Then he pushed my skirt up, the cool wood pressing against my thighs as his fingers found the waistband of my panties.

“Damn”, he breathed against my lips. “Already wet, aren't you?”.

I couldn't answer.

He pulled my panties aside and I felt his fingers…those long, deft fingers I'd dreamed about... slide over my slick folds.

"Uhhhh..."

I licked my lips, mouth opening in a silent cry. He didn't tease, he just buried two of his fingers inside me without preamble.

“Fuck”, I gasped, my head falling back.

“Wet already. Good”. He said, thumb finding my clit, and circling it in a rhythm that made my legs shake.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt, slow at first, before he moved faster, the sound obscene and perfect in the empty office.

I grabbed his shoulders and my nails dug into them as my head spiralled. “Professor —”.

“Noah”, he corrected, his voice strained. “When I'm inside you, you call me Noah”.

“Mmmm….”. I moaned in response as he continued working inside me, the slick squelch of his fingers, echoing off the four corners.

His thumb pressed harder, and I felt the coil tighten in my belly. I was going to come, right there, on his desk and on his fingers while he watched me fall apart.

“Please”, I whimpered. “Please, I want your cock. I need you to fuck me—”.

He chuckled low. “Not yet”.

He continued curling his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. My moans echoed off the walls and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to.

“I'm so close, Noah”. I moaned, bitting my bottom lip.

“That's it”, he murmured. “Come for me”.

Like I had always been fantasizing about his voice ordering me to cum, I did. I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, and causing my cunt to clench around his fingers while my body arched off the desk. But he kept moving, drawing the cum out and pushing it back in, until I collapsed, gasping while my forehead was slick with sweat.

He withdrew his fingers slowly then took them to his lips. With his eyes never leaving mine, he licked them clean.

“Good girl”. He muttered, and adjusted the huge rod straining against his pants.

Then leaned in, but I was still trembling.

“Tonight”, he said, his breath hot against my ear. “Seven o’clock. My office. We'll begin your lessons”.

I swallowed, my throat dry. “Lessons?”.

He smiled. A wolfish kind. “On how to properly earn that A+”.

He paused.

“And how to take my cock when I decide you've earned it”.