Chapter Twelve

Angela I leaned back against the desk and stared at my phone. This wasn’t right. I knew it, but Ben kept texting me, and I couldn’t help texting back, even though I was still in the middle of class. I was sure my students were wondering what was going on because I definitely wasn’t acting like my usual self. I could be giving myself away, but I didn’t care.

Not that long ago, I hadn't liked Ben, at all. Now, for the past few days, he’d been showing up at my place, we’d have sex, then he would leave in the morning before I went to work. I still found it pretty unbelievable, but he texted me every time he had classes, except when he was in mine.

Today, he had a different class.

I glanced up to make sure everyone was done jotting down notes, then went to shift the slides. I didn’t think we’d get through them all today; I was too distracted. Still, I had to take my job seriously if I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything.

Even though I knew I had to be careful, though, I was plenty careless. Like how, in another pause, I decided to send Ben a text, the kind that would definitely have me thrown out of the school immediately if someone saw, but I was feeling reckless.

It had been so long since I’d felt this giddy around a guy. Maybe it made me feel young, so I remembered my college days, and the ways I’d sneak around with a guy and do all sorts of delicious things. I knew, if a lot of people at the school knew I used to be that kind of student, they would be shocked out of their minds. It just felt so good, though.

“In the middle of class,” I texted. “Not wearing any panties. Are you gonna do anything about it?”

His reply was almost immediate.

“I’ll spank you after class, professor. You know you’re not supposed to do that, right?”

“I look forward to it,” I wrote back as a challenge, even though I really was looking forward to it.

When I looked up, I noticed some students looking at me funny. I realized I was smirking and covered my mouth as I cleared my throat before rearranging my expression. My usual look in class was stoic, there was no fun in this job after all, so I didn’t blame them for being so shocked.

“Are there any questions before we move on?” I asked.

Someone actually raised their hand, and when I pointed at them, they had a valid question, so I had to pay attention. I put my phone aside, so I could pay attention to the rest of the class.

Finally, it was over.

“That’s the end of today’s lesson,” I said. “I’ll be handing out assignments next week, and you have two weeks to hand them in. Exams aren’t that far off, either, so no slacking. I’ll see you all next week.”

I walked around throughout my lectures, but the teacher’s desk was still equipped with a chair, and I sat down. The room slowly cleared, and a few students stopped by for a chat, but my mind had already moved away from classes and onto something else.

When the last student walked out, I wondered if I should be disappointed. We hadn't done anything at the university since that first time, but since I’d lost my rational side to my libido, I didn’t find anything wrong in trying again.

Before I could decide to pack my stuff and leave, the door opened. I looked up, and it was Ben. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The room had windows, but they all faced outside, and this was the second floor.

It was safer than the first room we’d tried this in, at least.

“Now, professor,” he said, turning to me with a stern look. “Did you send that message to mess with me, or were you actually serious?”

I giggled, pushing myself off the chair as I walked around the desk. “Why don’t you come over here and find out, hmm?”

His eyes sparked with heat as he stalked the short distance over to me.

“Fuck, Angela,” he muttered, grabbing me by the hips and crowding me against the desk. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I was in the middle of class, too, you know? I got hard just thinking about you without panties on.”

He took my lips in a hard kiss, leaving me breathless in moments before he pulled back and nipped at my lower lip.

“Why can't you do something like this when I’m in the room with you, hmm? That way, I don’t have to wait until my erection goes down before I try moving.”

My eyes lowered to where he was grinding his crotch against my hips, and I smirked.

“You don’t seem like you went down at all.”

I squirmed to get some space between us and palmed him over his jeans. His hands circled around my hips to grab my ass cheeks, and I gasped as he crushed our hips together until there was no room for my hand to slide in.

Then, Ben moved back a couple of steps, taking me with him. One of his hands released me, then I felt it. A hard smack with his wide palm on my ass cheek. Even through my skirt, I felt it, and it made me yelp. It wasn’t quiet, either.

Ben mused. “It’s a good thing the hall outside is mostly empty.”

I squirmed, feeling my cheeks start to burn, both my ass and my face.

“Are you actually going to do this here? I never got to spank you, either, so let me off this time, okay?”

I’d been thinking about sucking him off; I didn’t think he would actually spank me in the classroom. He lifted his other hand and gave me a second and third smack in quick succession. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds, and I glared up at him, blinking my blurry eyes.

Ben smirked. “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? Besides, if I spank you now, you won't forget it again when it’s my turn.”

My eyes widened when he whirled me around and pressed me against the desk. He pushed lightly between my shoulder blades, so I leaned forward on the desk.

I really have gone crazy now.

I thought it, but I still didn’t tell him to stop when he lifted my skirt up, exposing my ass to the air.

“You really aren’t wearing panties,” he muttered, voice rough, but pleased.

Without fanfare, he gave a few harsh slaps on my ass. I leaned my forehead on the desk, hands tight over my mouth, eyes squeezed tight as tears spilled. When he stopped, and I could breathe, my ass felt like it was on fire.

I removed my hands from my mouth and gasped. When I spoke, my voice was rough.

“I know you locked the door, but this room isn’t exactly sound proof, you know?”

Ben just chuckled. He held me down with his hand on my back, and I heard rustling come from behind. Then, his cock slapped against my ass, and I gasped at the touch on my hot flesh. He thrust his cock inside me and started fucking hard and fast into me without a word. I could only slap my hands back over my mouth to cover the sounds that wanted to come out.

When I orgasmed, I screamed into my hands. He gave a couple hard thrusts that jerked my body painfully against the desk, before burying his face in my neck as he groaned, releasing inside of me.

“Fuck,” I muttered after a few minutes.

Ben, still lying on my back and catching his breath, twitched as he went to get up.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to have come spilling out of me, and I don’t have panties…”

He was silent for a second; then he was laughing as he pulled out of me. I looked at him over my shoulder, and he was grinning at me.

“Roll over. I’ll clean you out with my mouth before I go.”

My ass hurt, and my body was still weak and trembling from orgasm, but I did what he said, my eyes lighting up as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

It was a while before we left that room. Somehow, no one caught us.