Dirty Professor (4 page)

“Have you ever had your pussy touched, Addison?”

I think about lying, but his words reverberate through my mind.
You’re not a very good liar.

“No. I mean, not by… not by anyone but myself.” I blush at the admission.

“Oh, yeah?” he says, his eyes alighting with that same look, like I’m a challenge. “Do you touch yourself a lot, baby?”

“No, not a lot.”

“Does it feel like this?” he whispers, as his thumb skates over my clit, his fingertips giving me sensations that I’ve definitely never been able to give myself. Jesus.

I shake my head, and I open my mouth to say no, but instead, I moan.

My sounds make him rub me harder, and then his finger pushes my panties out of the way and slides inside of me.

I gasp and grab his wrist, nervous at the unfamiliar stretching sensation.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll go slow.”

I loosen my grip on him as he slides a finger into my pussy, my hole stretching out around him.

“Fuck, your pussy’s tight, Addison.”

I moan again, turned on by the dirty way he’s talking to me, and the way his finger feels inside of me. He’s right – I am tight, and I can’t imagine taking a dick inside of me, if just his finger is such a snug fit.

It feels so good that I’m afraid I might lose my mind. He tugs my jeans off, and pretty soon he’s on top of me. His dick is hard through his pants, his body strong and heavy on top of mine. I’m in just my panties, and he leans back, his eyes racking up my body, and I blush under his scrutiny.

He removes his shirt, revealing his toned body. I gape at the perfection of his arms, the lines of his chest, the ridges of his abs. He straddles my hips and then leans down and kisses me, his tongue rubbing against mine, his hands on the back of my neck, drawing me to him.

Then he takes my hands and brings them to his jeans. I unbutton them, my hands fumbling with the zipper.

“Take out my cock, Addison.”

I obey and pull his cock out of his boxer briefs. It’s hard and huge, and I almost gasp at how thick it is.

He takes my hand and guides it to his dick. I wrap my hand around it softly, not sure what he wants me to do. I mean, I
know
what he wants me to do, I’m just not sure exactly how to do it.

I begin to stroke him, tentatively, and he gazes down at me. “Good girl,” he says. “Good girl, stroke my cock.”

His encouragement gives me confidence, and I stroke him some more, letting my thumb brush against the underside of his dick, earning me a moan.

“Harder, baby,” he whispers and his hand covers mine, showing me how to pleasure him. “Fuck, Addison, yes.”

I jerk him harder, my hand tightening around his dick as his big hand encircles my smaller one, teaching me how to please him.

He stands up and removes his jeans, then stands at the side of the couch, his dick in front of my face. He brushes the hair back from my face and trails a finger down over my tits. My panties are still on, but they’re covering my pussy, and he reaches down and pushes the material over so I’m exposed, then runs his finger over my wet slit. My legs mash together instinctually, and he looks amused.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Addison?” He takes his dick in his hand and pushes it toward my mouth.

I shake my head, panic seizing me at the thought of having it in my mouth.

He laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll save that for later.” But he’s rubbing the head of his hard cock over my closed mouth, tracing my lips with his dick. “Spit on it,” he instructs, and I do.

It’s the dirtiest, most debasing thing I’ve ever done, and I watch in fascination as he palms his cock, using my spit to lubricate himself.

Then he’s back on top of me, grabbing my hands and pushing them over my head, holding me down against the arm of the couch, pinning me with his body weight.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispers, his dick poised at the entrance of my bare pussy.

“I want it,” I whisper. He slides my panties off and then he’s pushing into me, and for a second I feel a pop of pain. I grit my teeth.

“Relax,” he whispers. “It will go easier if you relax.”

He stays still inside me for a minute, getting ne used to the sensation, and he slowly starts moving—out, then back in, and out. As the pain ebbs, I relax more, and when I look up at Chase, the intensity on his face is the best thing I think I’ve ever seen.

He fucks me like that for a while, nice and slow, in and out, in and out, until I’m so slick and wet he’s sliding in nice and easy. He’s alternating kissing me with staring into my eyes, and his tongue against mine and his hands trailing down my sides send shivers down my spine.

“I’m going to go harder now, baby.”

“Okay,” My breath is coming in ragged pants, and I brace myself for him to go harder.

“Tell me you want me to go harder.”

“I do,” I say.

“Tell me.”

“Harder,” I breathe. “I want you to fuck me harder.”

Chase intensifies his motion. I love hearing his breath as he thrusts into me.

Chase goes deep into me, and I feel the pressure building, and I want more than anything to make him come.

“Lift your legs up,” he instructs me. I do, and he mumbles “Ohhh, my God,” as he pushes deeper and deeper into my tight pussy, rutting away at me.

I grit my teeth, feeling the sensation rising up from deep within.

“I’m going to make you come, now,” Chase says. “I’m going to make that tight little pussy come all over my dick.”

A second later, I feel something stirring deep between my legs, and the exquisite pleasure builds out from between my legs until it’s taking over my entire body. My pussy spasms and convulses, squeezing his cock as I come.

Chase pinches his lips together, speeds up, and then cries out before I feel him going off inside of me, shooting a load of warm hot, come deep inside of me.

He kisses me on the lips, hard and deep, and then gentle at the end before he pulls away and stares into my eyes, brushing my hair back from my face.

“Bet you never thought you first time would be on a couch.”

I smile.

“And as much as I like this couch,” he says. “I think we might have more room in my bed.”

C
HASE

Not so innocent anymore.

I guess that's my fault. Yet I'm not sorry, not in the slightest.

I can't stop gazing down at this girl in my bed. Is this the girl who froze when I helped her stand up in the dining hall? The same one who came into my office looking hopeful and meek?

Addison sleeps in near silence, her breathing so soft I have to hold my own to hear it. Her golden brown hair is swept to the side, and I can see tan lines on her bare shoulders. Unable to help myself, I reach over and run my palm over her collarbone. Her skin is so soft, and while I'm not typically a shoulder guy-- legs and asses have always been my things-- Addison's exposed upper back is somehow getting me hard all over again.

I kiss her shoulder, slowly, and her eyelids flutter. "Mmm," she says.

"Hey," I whisper.

"What time is it?"

"Still night time," I assure her I won’t allow her to leave, not now. I kiss her neck and then keep kissing her, all over her upper body, and she turns over. The sheet drops, giving me full access to her tits, which seals the deal-- if I wasn't hard enough a minute ago, there's no going back now.

"God," she murmurs as I circle my tongue around her nipple. “That feels so good.”

I answer by using more pressure with my tongue, and grabbing her other breast. I kiss her nipples and move down her abdomen. She reacts with that amazing sigh she has, and lets out a tiny gasp when I lick her belly button.

Damn. If she likes that...

I kiss lower and lower, savoring the feel of my lips on her hip and top of her thigh. She seems to understand where I'm going and her instinct is to pull the sheet closer toward her. I love that she’s so innocent, love that her instincts are to be bashful.

I take the sheet from her hands and force it off of her, pushing her legs open so I can get at her pussy. I blow on it softly, and use my fingers to push her open until the hard nub of her clit is exposed.

“Chase,” she whispers breathily. “Chase, I’ve never…”

“I know, baby,” I say. If she’s never had a dick in her mouth, she sure as hell hasn’t been eaten out. That I’m the first one to do it is an amazing turn on, and I kiss the insides of her thighs and then -- so soft she'll think maybe she's imagining it-- I touch her pussy with the tip of my tongue. And then I lick a little more, and a little more. And she's so wet, and I’m sucking on her clit, and I can tell by her writhing around that she's loving it.

Fuck, I've wanted to do this ever since she showed up in my office. I think I've wanted to do this ever since I saw her sprawled on the dining hall floor.

Addison grabs the sheet we're on top off-- literally grabs at the mattress, like it can give her leverage-- and I know it's building up for her. She gasps, and I continue to eat that sweet little pussy. I know I should prolong it, but she pushes into my face, and I can’t take it anymore. She tastes so fucking sweet that I have to get deep in there, and before I know it, I’m eating her harder and faster, sucking her clit and open-mouth kissing her tight little pussy, the pussy that’s only had me inside of it.

Her back arches as her orgasm rips through her, and she gives me the longest, sweetest
Ahhhhhh
I've ever heard.

I hold her until she falls asleep again, my dick hard from eating her pussy and from her naked body against mine. I want her to suck me off, but she’s had so many new things tonight that I don’t want to overwhelm her. There will be plenty of time for everything.

I don't sleep much.

Partly because I've got a raging hard on and an innocent girl in my bed who's just discovered she loves to be eaten out.

But also because I’m preoccupied with what’s going happen now. Today’s the first day of class, and I need to figure out how to assign critique partners with an odd number of students – seven now, instead of six. Addison is in. Now that I’ve had her, the thought of her not being in my class is inconceivable.

I slip out of bed and shower, then return to the bedroom where Addison hasn't moved a muscle. I dress for the day, and scrawl a little note for her to find when she wakes up, which I don't want to be now, not if she doesn't need to be up this early.

I can't resist clutching a piece of her hair between my fingers before I go, though, resisting the urge to climb on top of her and fuck her once more before I go. She must have had guys crawling up the walls of her house back home, if anyone was brave enough to risk being caught by her dad. She really is so fucking beautiful.

And she really will be a good addition to my class of elite writers.

A
DDISON

When I open my eyes, feeling like I'm on a giant marshmallow, I look around and realize two things: 1. I'm alone, and 2. I'm alone in Chase Brooks' bedroom.

My mind snaps to lucidity. I'm still here. This actually happened. That... this feeling I have between my legs, that's proof that it happened. Not soreness exactly, but it feels like nothing I've ever experienced before. I guess I should be thankful it didn't hurt that much.

Where's Chase? I sit up, listening, but the house is dead quiet. My eyes land on a piece of paper on top of my jeans, carefully folded and on an armchair. I climb out of bed and go pick it up.

Congratulations and welcome to my class. Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3 o clock.

By the by, today is Tuesday.

Hope you slept well.

--C

I feel a huge dorky grin take over my face. The class. I'm in.

I reread the note, just to be sure. Yep, definitely in.
By the by.
That's something Bryce Bowker says. Chase has given me my own little piece of Bryce. I'm going to keep this note forever.

I notice my purse, placed next to my jeans, and reach for my phone. Oh God, I've been here all night without telling anyone. I have four texts from Kensie, from
I'm back, where are you
to
WHERETF DID YOU GO, ARE YOU OK???

Kensie gets up before sunrise for swim practice, and must have freaked out when she realized I still wasn't there. I shoot her a quick text to let her know I'm okay, then put my phone back into my purse. I'll come up with an explanation later.

A quick peek at the shower-- wow, his bathroom is even fancier than my parents' master bath remodel-- reveals that he doesn't have any conditioner, and only has soap that smells like mens' scent. So the rumor about him keeping a stock of Pureology and other products for the ladies isn't true. At least not here in Oregon. OK Magazine would be disappointed. But for some reason, I'm heartened by this discovery. Maybe he's not as much of a playboy as he's made out to be. Then again, he just spent a sexy night with me.

My stomach flips as I realize we never did get to look at the writing samples I brought. Which means I’m only in his class because I slept with him.

The thought is unsettling, and I do my best to push it out of my mind. There’s no way he would let me join his class just because we slept together. He said in my interview that I was talented, and he recognized something in me, recognized that I had something to offer. Didn’t he?

I decide to to skip the shower and head back to my dorm, where my much-needed hair products and clean clothes are, and on the drive over, I convince myself it’s true, that I’m in Chase Brooks’s class because I made him see the reasons why, not because we had sex. But the doubt thrums in the background, annoying and insistent, like a buzzing mosquito that won’t die.

It must have rained earlier this morning, because the streets are wet, but the sun is visible through the mix of clouds, and I hum along with the radio on the way back to campus in an effort to distract myself.

I had sex.

...I had sex!!

With
Chase Brooks.

Holy crap. I mean, no. Holy shit.

I shower and go to my marketing class in a blur. I'm vaguely aware of collecting a syllabus, listening to the professor, and leaving when class is over, but I barely pay attention. So I'm not a virgin anymore. The world is still functioning, classes are still going on, and nobody's pouncing on me screaming, "YOU HAD SEX, DIDN'T YOU?" As different as I feel, nobody can tell. My Chase Brooks class-- God, I love saying my Chase Brooks-- is at three, and I can't wait.