Professor: A First Time Novel (6 page)

I’m also wearing a short, pleated skirt; nothing
scandalous
, but one that shows off a bit more leg that I might normally wear to a classroom. I’m not even usually much of a skirt girl, but there’s something so lip-bitingly naughty about the way it swishes around my bare thighs, and the way the air seem to tease up my legs to my pussy, covered only by a lacy pair of white panties.

But it’s when he looks up from his podium as I walk in, and his gaze
locks
onto me, that the heat just
blooms
through my body. I can feel my skin tingle under his gaze, my nipples hardening to sensitive points under the thin, clinging scoop-neck, and my panties growing warmer and wetter. It feels so
naughty,
and so scandalous as I walk to my seat at the front of the lecture hall, not looking but
knowing
his eyes are following and devouring me every step of the way.

I take my seat, and carefully cross my legs, letting the skirt ride up a little higher. It’s then that I look up, and my heart about flip-flops in my chest as I’m met with the
fierce
gaze of Professor Martin.

He’s looking at me like he’s
hungry
; like a wolf who’s found his prey. I feel a shiver run own my back, my nipples hardening even more under my thin sweater as he holds my gaze a second longer before clearing his throat and reaching for his lecture notes.

I
know
the thoughts I’m having about him are wrong, and dangerous, and so wildly inappropriate, but I can’t help it. I can’t help but think about what I know he’s got between his legs, and I
certainly
can’t forget the way he
said my name
as he stroked it the other night in his office.

And that’s all I can think about as the lecture begins, and he starts to talk. I don’t hear a word he says though, and only one thought is going through my head as I watch him casually lean against the podium in his fitted jeans and tight black t-shirt. A single thought as his deep, powerful voice resonated over the hall, and his his dark, piercing eyes scan over the students before finally landing on me and just
burning
into me.

I want him.

It’s a thought I’ve never had about anyone before, at least not like this. It’s a
need
; a wicked, burning desire that I can’t ignore. I’ve of course noticed cute boys before, and of course had thoughts that made me blush and made my body ache in ways I couldn’t ignore.

But this is like
nothing
I’ve felt.

This is primal, and raw, and nothing that might go away after a quiet, gasping little orgasm in the shower or buried in my pillow.

It’s so wrong, and he’s at least twice my age, not to mention my
teacher
. But he’s nothing like boys like
Ted
, or any of the other ones I’ve ever known.

And right then, it clicks. Right then, something falls into place, and suddenly, why I never gave it up to the boys in high school, or the ones here at college all makes sense.

It was’t that I’d been
shy
or awkward, or gawky, or too busy. Those are all excuses, really, and they suddenly fall way as I sit there lost in my dark, forbidden fantasies about my professor.

It’s because they were
boys
, and what I want - what I’ve
always
wanted - is a
man
.

The idea of some frat jock flopping around and just sticking it in me is obviously a total turn off. The idea of being groped or fumbled with in some drunken night of shady half-memories is
not
how I want it to be.

But the thought of a
man
- a man like Liam Martin -
taking
me and showing me everything gets me hotter than anything. The idea of submitting to him, and letting him slide inside of me for the first time has my panties
soaked
and my pulse pounding as I sit there in the lecture hall.

He’s talking about Hemingway, but he’s staring right at me. Me in my pleated short skirt that I borrowed from Ally, and the thin scoop-neck sweater that doesn’t quite fit me. He’s staring right at me as that last little piece falls into place in my mind, and I’m instantly and head-swimmingly turned on. I’m still not even hearing the words coming out of his mouth, and instead I’m picturing those lips kissing me, and tasting me in all
sorts
of places.
 

There’s a rush of that blooming through me as I feel the urge to play into this game of looking that we’re playing. He’s still lecturing as I slowly uncross my legs, feeling the thrill roar though me as I watch his eyes grow a bit wider, and his words stumble just a little bit as I flash him the quickest, most innocent glimpse of my little white panties. He finds his place and continues, but his eyes flick to mine and
burn
right into me, and I shiver.

I arch my back in my chair, letting my full, heavy breasts press against the thin material of my sweeter, and I was his eyes flash down over my body again, I uncross and recross my legs again, slower this time.

I’m
so
turned on, and my pulse is thundering through me as I’m picturing his cock.
God
he was so big. Again, I’ve got
nothing
to compare it to, but it’s thrilling to imagine something that big fitting inside someone.

Someone like
me
.

The bell rings, and the spell is shattered. He clears his throat again and drags his eyes back to the class as he reminds us all about the test next week, before he grabs his notes and storms out of the room.

And part of me pouts to see him leave so fast, but when he turns and gives me one last fiery look from the doorway, I feel a naughty shiver run through me. And then I’m wondering if the reason Professor Martin is exiting so fast is so that he can go to his office to stroke that wonderful cock again. Just the thought of it has my pulse skipping a beat as I squeeze my thighs together and feel the shiver run through me. It’s a thrill, wondering if
I’m
responsible for that. Part of me wonders if after catching glimpses and peeks of my young body all class, he
needed
to go stroke his big cock again.

The other part of me wants to find out.

And that’s the part that takes over as I find myself pushing through the rest of the students drifting out of the classroom. It’s the part of me that takes control as I swallow all my self-doubt and my trepidations, and any last hesitations as I climb the stairs to the floor above. And it’s the only part of me that matters as I find myself stepping quietly down the darkened hallway, heading towards the only faculty office with light still creeping out from under the door.

Professor Martin’s office.

Because I’ve already made up my mind, and there’s no going back.

Chapter 9

Liam

I barely make it to my office, barely get behind closed doors before I’m growling and yanking at the buckle to my belt. My cock’s been hard enough to drive nails with the
entire
lecture, and it’s been that way because of
her
.
 

Ellie.

Her, sitting there like fucking original sin; like sweet untouchable temptation sitting front and center for my lecture. The scoop-neck shirt was enough to get my cock
throbbing
in my pants, but when she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, giving me that little flash of snow-white panty there in the shadows between her legs, it was enough to get my dick hard as diamond.
 

Part of me wants to think the little flash was on purpose, even if that’s so out of character for sweet little bookworm Ellie Thompson. On purpose or by mistake thought, that little peak of white lace was enough to get me tripping over my words the whole damn lecture. It was enough to get images of that tight little body with those succulent little curves swimming through my head the whole class, to the point where I could barely concentrate on whatever the fuck I was saying.

And it was enough to get me here, ready to jerk my cock like some sort of horny teenager in my office again. Because I know she’s untouchable, but it only makes the hunger for her all the the more voracious.
 

I’m groaning as I reach into my pants and wrap my hand around my dick, but then comes the small knock on my office door.

I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping to God I made it up, but it comes tapping again; a tender, quick little knock that has me blowing my air out through a clenched jaw as I stuff my cock back into my pants and try and clear my head.

I take another deep breath, trying to get my heart back to a semi-normal pace, before I turn and jerk the door open.

Oh, fuck.

It’s her - every cock-throbbing, eye-popping, forbiddenly tempting inch of her. Her bright blue eyes are wide and blinking, her face flushed a gentle pink, and her strawberry blonde hair falls in tendrils, framing her soft face. Her chest rises and falls quickly with her breath, like she’s just run or something, and I can’t even pretend to keep my eyes from dropping to those perfect, creamy white mounds as they heave beneath the scoop neck of her sweater.

“Um, Professor?”

I swallow and blink as I drag my eyes back up to her eyes, those soft, crystal blue eyes that I just get
lost
in. “Ellie, uh, hi.”

She bites her lip, looking so nervous and innocent and vulnerable. “You, um, you said I could stop by if I ever needed anything?” Her eyes dart quickly around my face before her brow furrows. “I’m so sorry, it’s probably too late.”

Her face goes red and she starts to turn, but I reach out and stop her with a hand on her arm.

Fuck
she’s so warm. Her sleeves are pushed up a little over her forearm, and it’s there that my hand rests, skin on skin. And its soft, and flawless, and smooth, and I clench my jaw at the thought of running my hands over every single inch of her body to see how soft everything else is.

I clear my throat and force a smile to my face to cover the raw lust. “No, not at all, Ellie. I told you, I work late.” I wink as I let go of her arm and gesture. “Here, come on in.”

She bites her lip again, a grin teasing the corners of her mouth and her eyes flashing before she nods and steps past me into the mid-sized office lined with bookshelves.

I gesture towards the small love-seat against the wall. “What can I of for you?”

What can I do TO you
, I want to growl out loud, picturing my cock sinking into that tight, yielding cunt.

Ellie takes a step towards the love-seat but then stops and turns back quickly, a look like she’s wrestling with something on her face that actually gives me pause. She genuinely looks worried and conflicted about something.

“Everything okay?”

She blushes and lets out a small laugh. “Oh, yes; sorry.” She grins at me. “Yeah, everything’s okay. I just wanted to thank you for intervening with Ted the other day.”

“I hope I wasn’t stepping over a line.”

“Oh! No, not at all,” she says quickly.

“Boyfriend?”

She groans a little and rolls her eyes. “
No
.” She sighs. “Well, maybe we sort of were, but he cheated on me because I wouldn’t-” She stops suddenly and blushes before shaking her head.

“Wouldn’t what?”

Her face is bright pink as she looks up at me shyly. “I- it’s nothing.”

“You sure?” I frown. “I’m all ears if you want to talk.”

“I wouldn’t, um,
do
things with him.”

I raise an eyebrow, resisting the urge to grin at the deep flush that blooms across her cheeks and the top of her chest, not to mention the sense of glee I get knowing that little shitbag didn’t get a piece of her. “Seriously?” I shake my head. “
That guy
stepped out on a girl like
you
?”

Her face falls a little. “Yeah, he’s kind of a jerk.”

“He’s a fucking Goddamn idiot.” I immediately regret how forcefully I say it the second it comes out and by the way her eyebrows shoot up. But then she’s giggling as she grins at me.

“You think so?” Her face perks up even more as she smiles shyly at me, her eyes darting across mine.

“I
know
so, Ellie.”

She blushes again. “Thanks, Professor Martin.”

I roll my eyes as I lean back against my desk. “Liam works just fine, you know.”

She grins.

“So, uh, anything else I can help you with today?”

I groan inside the second I say it and see her face freeze a little. And I want to kick myself since it sounds like I’m trying to get rid of her. I shake my head quickly. “You, uh, you reading anything good these days?”

Ellie’s face seems to brighten, her shoulders relaxing a little, “No, actually. Any recommendations?”

I laugh. “
Plenty.
Ever read Hutchins?”

She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Aww,
man!
” I shake my head. “You’ve
gotta
read his latest,” I say, pointing to one of the top shelves behind her.

I go to move past her towards the rolling ladder to the side of my office that spans one of the extra-tall bookshelves, but she stops me. “Oh, I can get it!” She says with a bright smile. And before I can stop her, she’s turning and starting to climb the wooden ladder. “Which shelf?”