Page 33 of The Professor
Since then it’s been nothing but school and studying. Things are back to normal at the dorm because Bexley and football prick are once again hulled up in her room. While Makena studies in hers. Aubrey and I do our work and watch TV like normal.
Now though, as I sit in study group and wait on Professor Grayson, my stomach is in knots. I haven’t even seen him since Monday and my nerves are getting the best of me. Maybe he got what he wanted or maybe he’s going to keep me after class and have his way with me. The thought alone gives me chills.
“Since we just started a new chapter, does anyone have any questions?” Professor Grayson says, as he drops his briefcase on the floor.
My heart begins to pick up speed when I look at him. His dark intense eyes dominating the room, his crisp white shirt that shows the outline of his muscular body, while that black tie draws my view down, like an arrow pointing to his cock. It all makes me hope he doesn’t dismiss me.
This study group is different than what it’s been. He’s very interactive, talking with such enthusiasm about how the brain works. His intelligence makes him even more sexy to me. Starts to make me wonder what he could teach me outside the classroom or hell in the classroom if that’s what he wants.
I just sit quietly as the rest of the group asks or answers questions. It seems like forever until he dismisses us. My pulse starts racing and I decide to take a little longer getting my things together, hoping he’ll ask me to stay. But when he packs up his stuff and walks out with the rest of the class, my stomach sinks.
Defeated, I walk out of the class and head to my dorm. I can’t help but realize that he didn’t even look in my direction throughout study group. The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. Maybe he really is like all those other professors who fuck around with anyone willing. I just so happened to be dumb enough to do it.
When I get home, I’m to the point that I’m glad nothing more happened then what did. I’m disgusted, although a bit confused, because he didn’t get off. But maybe that’s his thing, maybe he just likes watching young girls get off.
I decide that I need to go out drinking tonight and I’m not waiting around for Aubrey. She’ll be at training until late and I need to get my drink on now. So I got myself ready, looking damn good if I do say so. This low cut white shirt with no bra and tight black skirt should get the attention I’m in need of.
Grabbing my purse, I open the door and nearly fall over.
“Professor Grayson?” I ask.
My heart is pounding, my knees are shaking, and my stomach is flipping. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to open my door to him. Not to mention, he looks hot as fuck in his black T-shirt and worn in jeans. His muscular arms are crossed over his solid chest and his eyes seek out mine.
He doesn’t say anything, just steps in, causing me to step back. Closing the door, he locks it behind him and crashes his mouth to mine. I should protest, I should push him away for ignoring me today, but I don’t. I sink into it, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Pulling my hair, he deepens the kiss. It’s unbelievable how turned on I’m getting just from kissing him. My nipples are hardening, my pussy is getting wet, and my hands begin to wander. Feeling his solid body under my fingertips makes me want to rip off his clothes and see it for myself.
His hands slide down to my ass and his fingers sink in as he holds on tight. A moan slips out and he swallows it down. He effortlessly lifts me and I wrap my legs around him. My skirt hikes up, leaving me more exposed to him than I’ve been yet. Breaking the kiss, we search each others eyes.
Sitting me on the counter, he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it off. My breasts are completely exposed and I can’t help but try to cover myself.
Grabbing my arms, he shakes his head. “Don’t cover yourself,” he demands.
It’s hot and it’s terrifying. This man is exactly that, a man. He isn’t a boy like I’m used to being with. He’s older, he’s wiser, he’s dominating. It’s not something I’m used to and the thought that I will disappoint him is right there front and center.
He leans forward and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and my fingers sink into his hair, holding him there. It feels so good I don’t want it to end. That is until I realize I’m in the kitchen of my dorm and anyone could walk in. Fear wraps around me and I attempt to pull away.
Professor Grayson puts his muscular arms on either side of me, trapping me in. Glancing at the door, I look back at him. He raises his eyebrows in question and I once again want to cover up.
“My roommates could walk in,” I nervously say.
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he straightens himself. “I realize that, Miss Bower.”
I don’t know what to say. My emotions are all over the place. I’m turned on, I’m nervous, I’m excited, and I’m confused. He said the other day this was between us, yet he’s got me half naked in my dorm room when anyone could walk in and see.
He runs his hands up my thighs and my pussy throbs with need. I have no idea what this man is thinking and I’m not sure I want to know.
“I have no intentions of letting anyone see us, but let’s be honest, Miss Bower. The thought of being caught is exciting for us both or neither of us would be here.” His hands continue up and he grabs my breasts. “Your tits are the perfect handful.”
Fuck, his dirty mouth makes my very thin panties wet. “What are we doing here, Professor Grayson?” I ask, finding a confidence I didn’t know I had.
Lifting me off the counter, he heads toward my room. “Let me show you.”
Chapter 16
Drake
Kicking her bedroom door closed,I let her slide down my body. She wants to know what we’re doing and I’m about to show her. When I came here tonight I wasn’t sure exactly what would happen, but when she opened the door, I knew I wasn’t leaving until I fucked her.
