Chapter 9: Nine

I lifted my arms so he could free me from it, and within seconds, it was on the floor.

"I won't be, anymore." That stopped him, and he leaned back, his eyes blinking in sync with his heaving chest, his hands still resting firmly on my hips.

No, I wanted him back on me, kissing me, touching me. I tugged him forward but he caught himself on either side of my thighs.

"What? You're still going to drop my class?" Did he not want me to?

"If its between this," I nodded between us. ",and taking your class, I'll take you." I moved my hands to his belt buckle, and he resumed his kisses, whispering his next words against my collarbone only a few seconds later.

"What if you could have both?" I raised a brow, asking him to explain while lowering his zipper. "We don't have to tell anyone. This can be-" He nibbled my skin, making my back arch. "Our little secret."

The idea thrilled me, sending a shiver of delight down my spine. I would get to see him in class, three hours a week. Painting wouldn't be so bad if his fine ass was teaching me. It sure would save me some time of finding a new class to take.

"Okay." I mumbled, biting my lip as I tugged down his pants, revealing the bulge beneath his briefs. Fuck, I forgot how huge he was. But before I could grab him, he stepped back, lifting my chin to catch my eyes. I'm sure they looked as wild and frantic as his, and it made me squirm.

"Okay? You're going to let me teach you?" I nodded, my face flush. I lifted my hand, blindly searching for and finding the waistband to his underwear. I tugged it down, freeing his cock all while he looked into my eyes. He was desperate, pleading. He was so fucking sexy.

I wrapped my hand around him, giving him a firm squeeze, and he lost it. A groan escaped through his clenched teeth and he picked me up again, backing into one of the chairs in front of his desk. I moved to straddle him, but he wasn't having it. As if I weighed nothing at all, he flipped me over to where my stomach lay flat against the tops of his knees.

He wouldn't.

One arm rested heavy across my back while the other hand came down against my jean-covered ass. I covered my mouth, trying to hold back my screams of pain and pleasure.

"Mm. You have such a nice and plump little ass, baby." He mused, massaging my unstriken cheek. "If you behaved, I wouldn't have to make it sore." I was right! He was a sadist! Kinky bastard. Did that make me a masochist for getting so wet from it? Damn, Danny would have a field day if she knew.

I could feel his hardened cock still straining against my stomach, and I wanted so badly to taste it, but before I could ask, he brought his hand down again, delivering a stinging blow on my untouched cheek. I muffled my cries again, gripping desperately onto his calf with my free hand. It hurt like a bitch, so why did it feel so good?

"P-please. I want- to taste-" I couldn't get the rest out, but I didn't need to. He understood me loud and clear. I wanted our phone call to become reality.

He groaned deep in his chest, lifting me and helping me to kneel on the floor as he stood up. I wasted no time gripping him again, rolling the delicious skin over his veined shaft.

"Fuck, taste me, Jennifer." He ordered quietly, and I smirked, licking my lips.

"Yes, Professor." His eyes darkened, his lips pulling into a firm line as he watched me take him between my lips.

"Oh, fuck." He cursed, lifting his shirt up and out of the way so he could have a better view. This also gave me a nice glimpse of his inked abdomen, and I watched in awe as his skin rolled deliciously over his muscles with each heavy breath.

I didn't have a lot of experience doing this for anyone, but I'd seen it before in dirty movies, and I understood the just of it. No teeth, nice suction, consistent rhythm, lots of spit. I gathered some of the moisture I had already accumulated with my fingers, wetting them so I could pump what I couldn't fit with my hand.

"So fucking good, Jennifer." He breathed, closing his eyes and tilting his head back in ecstasy. His words swelled my pride, and I picked up my pace.

I felt his hips begin to match my movements, and within seconds, his hands snaked into my hair, tightening into a slightly painful grip. He was doing it. He was fucking my mouth. In his office.

I moaned, vibrating his cock as my free hand wandered south, cupping my aching pussy. This was so good, so wrong, but so hot. Seeing my naughty actions, he slowed to a halt, but just as I was about to ask, his hands locked me in place while his hips pushed further. It was going deeper, disappearing into my mouth as he watched. He couldn't fit all the way before my gag reflex kicked in, and I sputtered on his dick.

"Yes, good girl." He whispered, pulling back out and dribbling a little bit of the slick liquid down my chin. This was so damn arousing, I felt like I would combust. "Do you want to taste me, baby?" He asked, going back to our previous, fast pace.

Hell yes, I did. I wanted all of this man. And I wanted to give him all of me.

I nodded eagerly, meeting his eyes once again, switching hands so I could go at it with a little more strength. I could already feel my body getting hot, and I really needed the release. He seemed to agree, pulling in his bottom lip and adjusting his stance to make shorter, quicker strokes while deep in my mouth.

"Fuck, Jen. I'm going to come. Fucking-" With one final groan, he filled my mouth, wave after wave of his warm seed coating my throat as I tried my best to swallow it all. It was salty and thick, but with a hint of a flavor that I could only describe as Joel. It was fucking delicious.

I sucked him until no more came out, his body shivering beneath my hold. I no longer cared if I came or not. I just loved seeing him so flustered and undone.

But he was unwilling to leave me unsatisfied.

He helped me to my feet, his lips coming back against mine with force as his fingers trailed to the button of my jeans. He didn't bother pulling them down, and instead slid his hand beneath my panties, gliding down to my core for lubrication.

"You're a kinky little thing." He smirked, feeling the excessive collection of come between my thighs.

"Only you do this to me."

"Oh?" He dipped one finger inside of me, dragging it back out teasingly. "Not June Lawson?" June? Why was he mentioning June?

"Of course not." I replied, perplexed but still incredibly horny.

"So why'd you give him your number?" I groaned in impatience, rolling my hips over his hand to create friction, but he used his other arm to turn me, holding me still from behind while his fingers moved achingly slow.

"I'm sorry." I wasn't really, considering I had no reason to be, but I was desperate to please him. Pleasing him meant pleasing me.

"That's not an answer, Jennifer. Why'd you give him your number?" His voice was deep, dark, and threatening, raising the hair on my neck in excitement.

"He… He invited me to a party." I felt him tense behind me, but his fingers moved a little faster.

"Where?"

"His Frat." He lowered his face into the crook of my neck, and I felt him graze his teeth along my shoulder. I shivered. "Please, Joel." His fingers picked up just a little more, but they still weren't going fast enough to get me over the edge.

"Don't go, Jen." What? Damn it, I already told him I would. There was no way I was just going to flake.

"Joel."

"Jen." He replied sternly, stopping his hand altogether. I thought I would cry at the loss of motion.

"I won't. I won't go, please." I begged, pressing my back further against his chest. He rewarded me by not only starting again, but going fast. The way his fingertips brushed over my swollen clit had me coming in no time, and his other hand had to shoot out to cover my mouth as he lowered my trembling body to the carpet.

Instead of leaving me there, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap that I just realized had been reclothed. I laid my head against his shoulder, absorbing his much needed heat and comfort through the innocent touch.

"You know, this isn't how I expected calling you back here to turn out." He confessed, moving his clean hand up to stroke my hair.

"Mm. What did you expect?" He paused, thinking.

"How old are you?" I let out a short and airy laugh at the random question.

"Twenty-three. How about you, old man?" He snorted, poking me in the side and making me giggle.

"Turning thirty in a few weeks. Seven years does not make me 'old', little girl." I leaned back, just enough to take in the deep blue of his irises.

"You look younger than that." It was true. Even with his facial hair and tattoos, I still wouldn't put him past twenty-five. It was no wonder all the girls were chasing him.

"And you looked older. I didn't expect you to be a student. If I had known…" He trailed off, but we both knew where he was headed. He wouldn't have gone near me. I couldn't fault him for that. It was his career.

But now we were in too deep, and there was nothing that could keep us apart.

"Why don't you want me to drop your class?"

"I want to see you paint." I raised a brow, doubtingly, making him chuckle. "I'm serious. I want to see what you see. I want to see you create." I shook my head, resting it back against his chest.

"Well, prepare to be severely disappointed. I'm an econ major. I don't create unless we're talking spreadsheets. Which, by the way, I needed in order to budget all that crap you made us buy for class." I glared up at him, but he smirked, flashing me his dimples.

"Good supplies can really improve the quality of the art. It's something you'll learn."

"Wow, thanks for the early lesson, Professor Becker." He pulled his lip in. I knew what me calling him that did to him, and I loved it. I couldn't wait to see him squirming in class every time I asked for him.

"Let me take you to lunch." I opened my mouth to protest, considering that would defeat our whole, 'keeping it secret' plan, but he added, "I know of places students never go. Do you like sushi?"

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled, making my cheeks flush.

"Yes. Can I go home and shower first? I'm, um, dirty now." I glanced down at my bra-clad torso and still unbuttoned jeans. I must've been a sight, curled up in his lap like that.

"Sure. I'll drive you."

"No, thank you. I don't think that would be very wise given our unique situation. I'll just walk." He smiled bashfully.

"Right. Okay. I'll pick you up in an hour?" I glanced down at my watch. My other class wasn't until three and it was only eleven, so it should be fine.

"It's a date."