Chapter 63 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (4)

Chapter 63 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (4)
By Thursday afternoon, the anticipation had turned into a burning fever.
I dressed deliberately for his 2:00 PM lecture. I wore a tight, low-cut black knit sweater and a pleated plaid skirt that barely covered my hips. I skipped wearing a bra entirely, letting my nipples press sharply against the thin fabric.
When I stepped into the lecture hall, the room was already half-full. Students were chattering, flipping through textbooks, completely oblivious to the war that had broken out in this room forty-eight hours ago.
Travis was standing near his podium, reviewing his notes. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, his head snapped up.
His eyes locked onto mine, tracking me as I walked up the steps toward the back row. His gaze dropped briefly to my chest, taking in the clear outline of my hard nipples beneath my sweater, before snapping back to my face.
I took my seat in the very back, leaning my chin on my palm, a quiet smirk playing on my lips.
Throughout the entire hour-and-a-half lecture, Travis remained completely professional. He spoke clearly, projected his authority, and engaged the class with fluid confidence. But I knew better.
I saw the slight shake in his hand every time he picked up the chalk. I noticed how he avoided looking at the back row, keeping his eyes on the students in the front instead.
He was terrified of what I might do if he looked at me.
As the clock neared 3:30 PM, the students began gathering their things.
“Before you leave,” Travis’s booming voice cut through the rustling of papers, “the following students need to collect their midterm outline from my office after class: Mr. Johnson, Miss Miller, and... Miss Lina.”
My heart did a sharp, electric flip in my chest.
I watched the other students nod, shoulder their backpacks, and file out of the room. I stayed in my seat, slowly packing my notebook away, letting the room empty out until it was completely silent once again.
I stood up, smoothing down my short skirt, and walked down the steps toward his desk. He was packing his briefcase, his face an unreadable mask.
“You wanted to see me, Professor?” I asked, leaning my hip against the edge of his table.
He didn’t answer right away. He zipped his briefcase shut, picked it up, and looked me dead in the eye.
“My office,” he said coldly. “Now.”
He turned and walked out the side door leading toward the faculty corridor. I followed close behind, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
His office was located at the very end of a quiet, dimly lit hallway reserved for senior staff. The floor was carpeted, muffling the sound of our footsteps.
Travis pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. I followed him into the room, and before I could even take in the book-lined walls and large mahogany desk, Travis reached behind me and slammed the door shut.
Click.
The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place echoed through the quiet office like a gunshot.
The next second, my breath was completely knocked out of my lungs. Travis grabbed me by the waist, spinning me around and slamming my back against the locked wooden door. His heavy briefcase hit the carpet with a dull thud as he stepped directly into my space, trapping me completely between the door and his massive body.
“You think you’re so goddamn brave, don’t you?” he growled, his face inches from mine, his eyes wild and dark with a dangerous mixture of anger and raw, unadulterated lust. “You come into my classroom dressed like a whore, showing off your nipples to forty people, thinking I won’t do anything about it?”
A breathless moan spilled from my lips at the force of his grip. “I did it for you, Travis.”
“I told you to call me Professor!” he snapped, his hand shooting up to grip my hair, pulling my head back until my throat was completely exposed to him.
“Fuck me, Professor,” I whimpered, abandoning all my games, my body completely surrendering to the overwhelming wave of heat pooling between my thighs. “Please. Stop fighting it.”
Travis let out a ragged, guttural sound from deep in his chest—the sound of a man whose restraint had finally been completely ripped away.
“You asked for this, Lina,” he growled against my skin.
His mouth crashed down on mine with a brutal, animalistic hunger that made my knees instantly buckle. There was nothing gentle about his kiss.
His tongue drove deep into my mouth, claiming me, tasting me, and consuming every sound I tried to make.
I wrapped my arms desperately around his broad shoulders, pulling him as close as physically possible, kissing him back with a ravenous desperation.
Without breaking the kiss, Travis reached down, grabbing the hem of my sweater and yanking it up over my head, tossing it onto his office floor.
The cool air of his office hit my bare skin, making my nipples harden even further. Travis let out a dark growl of approval, his large, calloused hands immediately cupping my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh violently while his thumbs rolled over my sensitive tips.
“Fuck...” I cried out against his lips, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.
He pulled back just enough to look down at my bare chest, his breathing heavy and ragged. His eyes were dark, devoid of any professional restraint.
He reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my short skirt, ripping it down over my hips along with my panties in one swift, violent motion, letting them fall around my ankles.
I stood there completely bare from the waist down, backed up against his locked office door, my pussy dripping slick and open for him.
Travis dropped to his knees right in front of me.
“Look at you,” he muttered hoarsely, his large hands gripping my bare thighs and spreading them wide against the wood. “So fucking wet for your professor.”
Before I could even process his words, Travis buried his face directly between my legs.
His warm, wet tongue slammed right against my swollen clit, and a high-pitched, unhinged scream tore from my throat.
I grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life as he began to devour me with a ruthless, predatory rhythm. His tongue darted in and out of my soaking hole, tasting every drop of my juices, while his thumbs worked my thighs, holding me completely still so I couldn’t escape the intensity.
“Travis! Oh my god, Travis!” I sobbed, my hips jerking wildly against his mouth.
He didn’t stop. He pushed two of his long, thick fingers deep inside my tight, dripping slit, pumping them fast and hard while his tongue swirled relentlessly against my clit.
The friction was unbearable, and the pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, my walls clenching desperately around his fingers as a violent, body-shattering orgasm ripped through my entire frame.
“Ah! Fuck!” I screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably as my juices poured out into his mouth.
Travis didn’t relent until every last tremor had passed. He slowly licked me clean, standing up with a dark, satisfied smirk, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand.