Page 10 of Broken Truths

I grin. “I guess I was preoccupied.”

He flicks the lock on the door, and it clicks into place with a solid thump. I spin in time to find him placing his briefcase on the floor and prowling toward me. Lust sits heavy in his gaze as he takes me in. “Is there something I can help you with?” His teaching voice is on, and I’ll be damned if my thighs don’t clench together in response, stoking the flames that instantly begin to burn.

I lift my chin in the air, happy to play this game. “Yes, I’m having trouble in your class, professor.”

He smirks, and he looks lighter for the first time in a week. “Why’s that, Miss Astor?”

“Because I keep thinking about your cock.”

He reaches for the hem of his sweater-vest and pulls it upward, momentarily blocking the passion-fueled smirk on his face. Sunlight streams in, casting him in a golden glow, and I glance out his window to the sidewalk thirty feet or so away. Several students are walking toward another entrance to this building.

His finger on my cheek moves me to look up at him again. When I do, he’s unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt and is just now working on the button of his pants. He flicks it open and lowers the zipper before reaching inside to pull out his hard length. “This cock?” he asks.

The head of his dick reaches the rigid planes of his abs. He strokes it slowly, and when I take the whole picture in, he definitely does take that sexy, disheveled look to a whole other level. “That’s the one.”

He steps forward and reaches behind me, shoving things off his desk before he lifts me up by my ass and deposits me onto the wooden surface. Then, he slips his hands over my shoulders, helping me shed my winter coat. His lips nibble the shell of my ear. “I’ve thought about this. You, me, in here…discussing.”

“Is discussing code for fucking your student?” I ask, nearly breathless.

“Discussing, grading, meeting, lecturing… There are so many code words I have for fucking you in here.”

He kisses up my neck, and I drop my head back to give him access. For a brief moment, I watch the other students striding across campus in plain view of us, and my panties soak through. “Maybe the code words should be more specific? Discussing is kissing, meeting is getting naked—”

“Lecturing is taking you against the desk,” he finishes.

I grip his cock and slide my palm across his hard ridges, working him. He moans deep in his throat before he meets my lips, pressing a chaste peck against the corner until I turn into him, and he claims my mouth with a searing kiss that sets my whole body aflame.

With my coat tossed away, he reaches under my shirt and around my back to unclasp my bra, then moves his hands to my front, stroking my nipples at the same pace I’m stroking him.

“Professor…”

“You need a lecture, Miss Astor.”

Fuck me. I squirm toward the edge of the desk and then set my feet on the floor. I momentarily release my grip on him to work the button on my pants. He sheds me of my shirt, and I immediately lower my hands to yank my zipper down and shimmy out of my jeans. I don’t care who’s watching. Or who will attempt to see him during his office hours.

I need this.

He needs this.

I grip the band of my panties, but he stays my hands. “Wait.”

He pulls my bra off by the cups, then drops it to the floor next to our other discarded garments. Then, he pushes my knees apart with his until I’m standing wide. Slowly, he drops to a kneel in front of me. He runs his tongue across the crotch of my panties before sucking my clit. I nearly come out of my skin, juices leaking out as if being coaxed by the source of pleasure.

He tongues me, prodding against my clit in delicious strokes until he clenches my panties between his teeth and pulls them south. I peer at him, tugging at my panties like some sort of animal, and immediately press my legs together again so he can work them past my knees.

Jesus fu—

As soon as they’re at my ankles, he spins me around, placing the palms of my hands on his now messy desk. Again, he knocks my knees wide, and this time, I’m rewarded with his cock at my entrance. I stick my ass back into him, his hard length gliding against my wet pussy. “Alaric, I’m ready to be lectured.”

His hand works up my spine before gripping my hair and then, without any fanfare, he pushes into me with a solid stroke. My fingers curl against his desk as I let out a low groan that mixes with his satisfied grunt.

He works his free hand around, placing it on my lower stomach while he pulls me back and rocks his hips into me, stretching me.

“How thick are these walls, professor? Maybe you should gag me?”

He groans. “Everything you say is so fucking hot.” He retreats before slamming home again, his pinky sliding across my folds. “Don’t you worry about anything, Miss Astor.”

He sets a rhythm that has me panting. The pressure on my scalp from his tight grip, the attention to my pussy, the fact that I can look out and watch everyone going about with their everyday lives while I’m being fucked…it’s exhilarating.

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