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“I didn’t make an appointment,” I tell him as soon as his door is shut and…locked. I swallow as I watch him turn the lock and suddenly the office seems five times smaller.
“I know.” He moves closer to me and visions of what happened the last time I was in this office begin to swirl around my brain.
“Aidan.” My knees buckle slightly as I wonder where this is going.
“Bella.” The word is as good as an answer. Thank God. “I touched my dick picturing your mouth around it last night.”
“Same,” I answer immediately. “Well, I mean not…my dick…” I giggle, but his face doesn’t even crack a hint of a smile.
His hands wrap around my hips and he lifts me slightly sitting me on his desk. “Spread your legs.” I do as he says, my body obeying his commands like it’s been trained to do so. “I wrapped those pink panties of yours around my hand and rubbed them on my cock,” he whispers against my neck, his tongue darting out and moving up my skin. “I came all over them, grunting your name.”
My pussy throbs with need at his words and a whimper leaves my lips. “Doctor Reed.” I wasn’t expecting the words to come out but as soon as they do, his lips leave my neck and he looks at me.
“Again,” he grits out.
“Doctor…Reed.” A devious smile plays at the corners of my mouth and he growls as his hand reaches under the turquoise dress that I’d chosen to wear today solely because it reminded me of his eyes.
“I have to see your tits this time.”
“Here…?” I squeak.
“I don’t give a fuck. Your nipples are so fucking perfect. And they’re so pretty when they pebble under my gaze. Your body comes alive when I look at you, Skyler.”
“Why do you think that is?” I ask, hoping that he concludes that I’m over pretending that he doesn’t affect me.
“This is reckless.” He slides the straps of my dress down, revealing a barely-there lace bra. “Anyone could knock and they’d know. They’d know I had you in here, half-naked and wanting. They’d smell your pussy.” He slides my panties down my legs and lets them drop to the floor. “And then I’d have to kill them because noone gets to smell your cunt but me, Skyler. Do you remember what I told you?”
“You don’t share?” My voice is weak and quiet, the conviction taken out of it by the feeling of his index finger sliding up and down my slit.
“And?”
“That…I’m yours?” I squeak out.
“Correct.”
“But…”
“No buts, Skyler.”
“You said we couldn’t,” I moan when his fingers pinch my clit.
He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to rub my clit, his breath heavy on my lips. He pulls me off his desk and pushes my dress down letting it pool at my feet. He reaches behind me, unclasps my bra, and it joins my dress on the floor, leaving me completely naked.
In front of my professor
Smack dab in the middle of his office hours.
He rakes my body from my feet to my eyes and licks his lips. “Fuck,” he groans and then he’s on me, pushing me back on his desk and pressing his lips to my mound. He eats me like a starving man, and I’m his last meal, leaving no part of me untouched. His hands hold me open with his thumbs as he gives me quick strokes. His tongue is unrelenting and aggressive as he pushes me closer to my orgasm.
“Aidan!” I try to be mindful of the volume of my voice but I can’t be too bothered to care as I’m dangling over the edge of the orgasm I was desperate for last night. “Oh my God.” My hands find his head as my legs rest on his shoulders, effectively keeping his mouth in place. I pull on his hair as I simultaneously push him harder against me. “Holy shit.” I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m not sure what I was expecting when I showed up at his office today. Was I hoping this would be the result? Fuck yes. Did I expect it? I want to say no. But…was that the truth?
This is reckless. It is wrong. Taboo even. I’m his nineteen year old student. He’s my teacher. He’s older. I’m in his office…in the middle of the day. The thoughts make me wetter and I almost pass out from the pleasure that he is inflicting.
I dig my nails into his scalp and I’m seconds from letting go when he stops. I feel air hit my sex that previously had his mouth all over it and I begin to protest at the loss of contact. I look up, my eyes taking a second to focus. “Get on all fours,” he orders me.
“On your desk?”
“Yes.”
