Chapter 43 PROFESSOR'S PET 3
I woke up in his bed at 6:47 a.m., sheets draped across my body, his arm was laid on my waist. He was still fast asleep, face half-buried in the pillow, his lips slightly parted, breathing slow and deep.
For the first time since I started attending his class I let myself really look at him, but not as Professor Hale, not as the man who fucked me senseless over a podium yesterday, but as a person.
I moved carefully on the book trying not to wake him yet. My body was so exhausted in the best way, my thighs were sore, nipples tender, my folds swollen, a reminder of exactly how many times he had come inside me since Friday night. I
He stirred anyway in the cutest way. His eyes opened slowly, sleepy and dark, then focused on me. A lazy and sexy smile spread across his face.
“Morning, trouble.”
“Morning, Professor.”
He rolled onto his side, steadied his head on one hand, let his gaze travel down my body like he was memorizing every bit of it all over again.
“You’re still here.”
“Was I supposed to sneak out?” I chuckled.
“Most students would’ve.” He shrugged, tracing the curve of my hips with his fingers, light enough to make me shiver.
I caught his wrist, guiding his hand upwards until his palm covered my breast. “I'm the one who gets extra credit.”
He squeezed gently brushing my nipples until it tingled. “You're the one who’s going to be late for your 9 a.m. seminar if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Then fuck me quick.”
His laugh was rough from sleep. “Bossy this morning huh?”
He didn’t argue though, just went into action, pushed the sheet down revealing my naked body and rolled me onto my back, and settled his head between my thighs like it belonged there.
He licked a slow stripe up my slit, tasting the remnants of last night, then sucked my clit between his lips.
I lifted my thighs off the mattress with a sharp gasp. “Fuck…yes…”
He hummed against me, the vibration making my toes curl. Slid a finger inside, curled upward, added another pulled out slowly and then in again, stroking that spot while his tongue flicked fast with vigour.
I was already close to coming, I was horny right from when I was half-awake aching for him.
“Fuck…so good, don't stop,” I begged, my fingers twisting his black sleek hair. “Right there…”
He increased the pressure on my pussy, pushing me to orgasm in under two minutes. I started cumming violently, back bowed, a choked whimper caught in my throat. He didn’t stop, he continued licking through it until I held his shoulders weakly.
“Too much…come here.”
He crawled up my body, placing slow kisses from my pussy up to my stomach. It was setting me on fire, he went higher between my breasts, on my nipples, and finally claiming my mouth. I tasted my juice on his tongue, salty-sweet, and moaned into the kiss.
“Inside me,” I whispered hungrily against his lips. “Now.”
He took his hands between us, stoked his hard thick dick and notched himself at my entrance, pushed in slow.
We both groaned at the stretch, and tightness. He was rock-hard, so big enough that even after everything yesterday it still felt like the first time.
“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered, pressing his forehead on mine. “How are you still this tight after I wrecked you twice last night?”
“Because I’m yours to wreck.”
He started moving, long, deep strokes that made my eyes roll back. Not carefully like in the lecture hall. This was with possession. Every thrust claimed me a little more.
“Look at me,” he said.
I forced my eyes open. His were locked on mine, dark and intense.
“You feel that?” He rolled his hips, grinding against my clit on every downstroke. “That’s me owning you. Every inch. Every fucking day from now on.”
“Yes… Professor.”
“Say it.”
“You own me.” My voice cracked. “Only you.”
He rewarded me with a harder thrust that made the headboard tap the wall. “Good girl.”
We moved together, I met his thrust urgently. Sweat formed on his chest, and dripped onto my skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
“Harder Sir,” I panted. “Make me feel it all day.”
He did just that. His pace turned punishing, pounding harder. The bed creaked under us. I clawed at his back, leaving red lines he would have to hide under his shirt later.
“Gonna come,” he warned, voice strained. “Where?”
“Inside. Always inside.”
He buried his face in my neck, teeth grazing the spot that turns me on, and came with a muffled groan. I felt his seeds rush deep in me, filling me again. The sensation was too much. I came the second time, smaller than last time but sharper, my walls fluttering around him as he emptied himself.
We remained locked together for long minutes, breathing hard. He kissed my temple, my jaw, finally my mouth, so soft now, almost tender.
“Let's hit the shower,” he murmured eventually. “Then I make you coffee. And you're on your way to class like a good student.”
I laughed weakly. “With your cum running down my thighs?”
“Exactly.”
We showered together. He washed my hair, soaped my body with careful hands, kissed the bruises he’d left on my hips.
I didn’t hold back, I returned the favor, dropped to my knees under the shower, took him in my mouth until he was hard again. I let him fuck my throat deep until he spilled down it. He held me against the tiles afterward, water pouring on our backs, as he fucked me hard, and whispered things I wasn’t sure I was allowed to hear.
“You’re dangerous, Emily.”
“You started it.”
“I know. And I’m not stopping.”
We left his apartment by 8:40. He drove me to campus, windows down, and his hand resting high on my thigh the whole way. I didn’t wear any panties, skirt short enough that if anyone looked too close they'd see exactly what we’d been doing.
He parked in the faculty lot, leaned over, and kissed me deep and filthy right there in broad daylight.
“Go learn something,” he said against my lips. “Think about me the whole time.”
“I always do.”
He smirked. “That’s my girl.”
One reckless afternoon in an empty classroom during his lunch break, he sat at the instructor’s desk, I straddled him, rode him slowly while he graded midterms, his free hand gripping my ass, guiding my rhythm.
“Keep going,” he muttered, pen still scratching across papers. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”
I didn’t. I came clenching around him while he marked a B- on someone else’s essay.
Friday night he took me to dinner. Like an actual dinner, not just a quick fuck in his car. A small Italian place off campus, dim lights, red-checkered tablecloths. He ordered wine, touched my knee under the table, slid his fingers higher until I was squirming in my seat.
“Behave,” he whispered when I tried to close my thighs.
“You behave.”
He didn’t. Teased me through three courses until I was soaked, clit throbbing, begging under my breath for him to take me home.
We barely made it through his front door when clothes hit the floor in the hallway. He carried me to the bedroom, threw me on the mattress, and spread my legs wide.
“Hands above your head.”
I obeyed.
He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt. It was loose enough I could slip out if I wanted, tight enough I felt claimed.
Then he teased, starting with his fingers. Tongue. The vibrator he’d pulled from the nightstand drawer. He kept at it for what felt like hours, bringing me to the brink, stopping, starting again, until I was crying, and pleading.
“Please….let me come… Professor, please…”
“Say my name.”
“James—”
He froze for half a second. I never used his first name before.
Then he slammed inside me, hard and deep, and fucked me like he was trying to imprint himself on my bones.
“Again,” he growled.
“James… oh fuck me… James…”
Every time I said it he pounded harder, and faster, until the bedframe rattled and I shattered around him, screaming his name loud enough the neighbors probably heard.
He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt, pulsing inside me while he kissed me like he was drowning.
Afterward he untied me, pulled me against his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“This isn’t just extra credit anymore,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
“You okay with that?”
I lifted my head, met his eyes. “More than okay.”
He kissed my forehead. “Good. Because I’m keeping you.”
I smiled into his skin. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
And just like that, the forbidden thing we’d started became something real, messy, risky, perfect.