Chapter 10: Chapter Ten

Angela I found myself at home alone and wondered how I’d gone through the rest of my day. I had another class after this morning, and somehow, I’d acted normal through it, though I ended up skipping lunch at the faculty room because I didn’t think I could act normal around the other professors.

Now that I had privacy, the panic was back.

Fuck! I shouldn’t have done that. What the hell was I thinking?

What would I do if that girl insisted on asking what was up, and he said something to her? If rumors got around, even if he didn’t confirm anything, my reputation would be ruined. I could still lose my job. He’d also said that he wouldn’t be telling anyone, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. I’d only made it worse by sucking him off in the classroom, dammit.

If it got out, and the higher ups started asking questions, then one that would go down would still be me. They would take his word over mine, because of his background. I was just some professor that transferred recently; they could decide to cut their losses and dump me, so this wouldn’t make it back to Ben’s parents, or get the school involved and ruin the university’s reputation.

“Ugh,” I groaned to myself, dropping onto my couch, burying my face in my hands. “I can't believe I enjoyed it. And I still have to deal with him in class!”

That was the worst part of it. I would have to see him again, and I didn’t know how I would act when I did, especially in the middle of a lesson. I could hope that he would be considerate enough not to show up but thinking back to the smirk he’d levelled at me before leaving, I didn’t believe that one bit.

He enjoyed messing with me.

“Whatever,” I breathed out after some time. I lowered my hands and stood up. “Just… worry about it later.”

I’d been worrying the whole day, but I was old enough to know that no matter how much I worried, it wouldn’t change anything.

Should I eat something? I wondered. I’d skipped lunch, though I did eat some fruit in the afternoon. I didn’t really feel like eating, though, so I got up and headed to my room. I might as well just go to sleep. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, but maybe, after I showered, I could think on what to do about this problem.

Ben was a smart kid. Maybe, when I explained things the right way, he would stop whatever he had planned if there was anything at all.

In my bedroom, I started tugging off my clothes. I wondered if I shouldn’t take a bath instead, because a nice soak always made me feel relaxed. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get in bed and go to sleep, so maybe a shower would be better.

I was about to head to the shower; the decision made when I heard a knock on my door. I made a sound of irritation as I grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it on, then went to the door. Still, I was curious. Aside from takeout deliveries, I didn’t get visitors to my doorstep, and today of all days, I wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone. I pulled the door open without checking who it could be and was surprised when I saw Ben on the other side of my door.

Before I could think to ask what he was doing here, or even how he knew where I lived in the first place, he’d pushed his way inside. I backed away when he stepped forward, but he didn’t allow me to move far. With no hesitation, he grabbed me around the waist, his lips slanting over mine in a kiss as he slammed my door shut behind him.

I gasped, eyes wide open as I stared at him, though he was blurry because he was way too close. Ben, not seeming to notice or care about my internal turmoil, whirled us around to press me against my door, tongue sliding between my parted lips, deepening the kiss.

My hands rose up to lay my palms flat on his chest. I planned on pushing him away, so I could ask what he thought he was doing—even though it was very obvious. Then I felt his tongue roll over mine, and his hips rocked forward to press against me. I was startled to feel his erection nudging me through his pants, and instead of pushing him away, my hands clawed at his shirt until I was clutching at the soft fabric. Against my better judgment, my eyes fluttered shut, and I kissed him back, feeling my body light up.

When he did break the kiss, all I could do was pant and try to catch my breath. All the protests I’d thought of had scattered away, and I was left there, dazed. I blinked my eyes and met his gaze. He was watching me with flushed cheeks and a smirk on his lips.

“Hey, there,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. “Did you miss me?”

What the fuck!

I knew it before, but Ben was especially good-looking up close. No matter how much he annoyed me, that was the fact that I couldn’t deny, and with him looking at me like he wanted to devour me and saying that to me, I couldn’t deny the way my heart thumped in my chest either.

Damn, it really had been a while for me. Even dazed, I knew I should put some distance between us, but I didn’t.

“You’re already undressed,” he said, grinning as his eyes lowered to my body. “Nice of you to be so prepared, Angela. I was looking forward to stripping you, but I guess this is good, too.”

I gaped at him, and he didn’t give me time to retort before he undid belt of my robe. I yelped as the sides of the bathrobe fell open and revealed my naked body to him. I went to catch it and cover myself, but Ben grabbed both my hands by the wrist.

He lifted both my hands and held them in one of his above me, and my back arched with the movement, causing the robe to fall aside, exposing one of my breasts.

“Ben,” I started. I wasn’t even sure myself what I was going to say, with that heated gaze directed at my bared breast, but he didn’t give me a chance to speak.

His head ducked down, and he kissed my nipple. I gasped, and he did it again, and again. My body trembled as he stuck out his tongue to lick my nipple, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it, hard.

“Oh!”

Just like that, my legs felt weak, as pleasure travelled through my body and down between my legs. He did his best to brace me against the door with his body, bowing his back in a way that looked uncomfortable to keep teasing my nipple.

“Ben!”

His chest rumbled, and he looked up from my chest. I whimpered, the sight only serving to get me even more excited.

When he saw I was no longer resistant, he released my hands. He pushed the robe aside as he stood at his full height to get a better look at my body. I felt my cheeks burn as he stared at me. Again, I went to hide and wrapped my arms around myself, but he once again caught them and moved them to the side.

“Stop doing that,” he ordered casually. “Your body is absolutely beautiful, Angela. Why are you trying to hide it?”

I bit my lip but couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I took care of myself, but there was nothing anyone could do about age. My body wasn’t quite what it was a decade ago.

Ben sighed as he cupped my breasts in his hands, pushing them up as he ducked his head down once more. He kissed both nipples before rising up again to meet my eyes.

“I’ll play with you later,” he murmured. “There’s something else I really want right now.”

His hands landed on my waist, before slowly sliding down. My breath hitched as I looked into his eyes, and I was distracted enough that it surprised me when his hands caught me by the back of my thighs and lifted me up, and my arms wrapped tight around his neck. He stepped closer, his body pressing mine against the door, as he wrapped my legs around his hips.

He kissed me again, one of his hands gripping my thigh as his other hand slid between our bodies. He quickly undid his pants and shoved them down his thighs. I gasped, hands clenching in his shirt when I felt his cock between my thighs. He shifted his hips, lifting me up a little higher against the door, his cock nudging and pushing, sliding over my clit before he was filling me up.

“Fuck!” I cursed, head falling back against the door. My walls fluttered around his cock, the intrusion feeling both foreign and welcome. It had been so long, and he was almost too big. I ached, but it was the good kind of ache, the feeling of his hard cock stretching me open. I flexed my legs, hooking my ankles together, and it caused him to shift inside me, making me gasp some more.

Ben groaned, burying his head in my neck as he moved his hips. He didn’t hold back at all, fucking me hard and fast. I cried out, my back banging against the door and causing it to rattle with every thrust. If anyone passed by outside, unless they were really innocent, they would know exactly what was going on.

I couldn’t make myself care.

“Faster,” I gasped, digging my nails into his back. “Oh fuck, Ben, fuck me faster, harder, do it…”

Words fell out of my mouth as I urged him on, my body squirming as I tried to push back to get him to do what I wanted, to get him deeper, even though he went deep inside me with every one of his thrusts already. It just didn’t feel enough.

I wanted more, and I told him so. The words were half incoherent, but he must have understood me.

Ben groaned, kissing my neck and shoulders, nipping my skin as he did his best to meet my needs. He wrapped his arm around my waist, arching my hips against his as he fucked in short, fast jabs, and I could feel him get deeper, so deep it almost hurt.

My body shuddered “That’s right,” he breathed against my jaw, groaning. “Just like that, Angela. Fuck. Keep begging, baby.”

I whined, hugging myself to him, breath coming out in sharp, ragged gasps and pants. I felt a bit too short of breath for talking, but I still tried, begging for him to let me come, it had been so long dammit!

A shiver worked its way down my spine. Pleasurable tingles were spreading all over my body, starting from that spot between my thighs where we were connected. Then, I let out a strangled scream as the orgasm hit me and left my body a shuddering mess. With a louder groan, Ben climaxed right behind me, and I could feel his cock pulse as he released inside me. He groaned the most sensual sound of pure abandon as he came inside me, sending more trembles through my body.

My body was slow to calm down, and I went limp in his arms. Ben’s body felt heavier against me as he held me tight, and it was a little uncomfortable, especially as I tried to catch my breath, but at least I didn’t have to worry about him dropping me.

“I don’t think I can walk,” I blurted out.

Ben was silent for a moment, before barking out a breathless laugh.

“Show me where your bedroom is,” he said, sounding amused, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’ll carry you.”