Page 38 of The Professor
“Hell yeah, let’s go,” I say, jumping up.
We all get over to the pool table and start a game. Anthony keeps casually touching me and maybe I should stop him because I’m not interested, but I’ll admit, it’s nice to be wanted. I wouldn’t think this way if I was sober, but I’m just having fun.
The game continues, as do the drinks, and Anthony’s touching.
“Is Anthony your fuck buddy?” Aubrey asks, nudging my shoulder.
Laughing, I shake my head. “Not even close.”
“Well, he wants to be,” she says with the attempt of a wink.
I continue to laugh as I bend over the table. As I’m lining up my shot, I can feel Anthony step behind me before he leans his large body over mine. Putting his hands on mine, I try to control the urge to elbow him in the stomach.
“Thought you could use some help,” he whispers in my ear.
Glancing over at Aubrey, I roll my eyes. “I think I got it, but thanks.”
Slowly, much too slowly, he stands back up and I take the shot. Missing of course.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, handing the pool cue to Aubrey.
I need to get away from Anthony before he ends up with a drink on him or my fist. Instead of going to the bathroom, I head outside for some fresh air. Just as I make it out the door, someone grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the building.
“What the fuck,” I yell.
My back meets the cool brick and my stomach drops. It’s Professor Grayson and he looks pissed. His hands are firmly on my shoulders, holding me in place, as his eyes run up and down my body.
“Do you know what it does to me to see another man’s hands on you?” He growls.
This probably shouldn’t turn me on like it is, but this possessive vibe I’m getting is hot.
“I didn’t want his hands on me,” I explain, my heart pounding in my chest.
His hands run down my body until he reaches the bottom on my dress. Pushing them under, he slides one down my panties and begins to rub my pussy. His eyes are distant as he searches mine, almost like he’s trying to be here. But I can’t analyze it too much because my pussy is now dripping with need and I’m watching him unbutton his jeans.
He lowers them just enough to free his cock, and my knees go weak watching him roll the condom on. I didn’t get a good look at it last night, but I could feel how much bigger he is than anyone I’d been with. Seeing it though, it makes me want to drop to my knees and let him fuck my mouth.
The thought is short lived though, because he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. Pushing my panties to the side, he watches me as he pushes himself inside me. My eyes close as I feel him stretch me in the most amazing way.
Keeping my back against the wall and he hands gripping my ass, he doesn’t waste a second. It’s not slow and sweet, no it’s hard and it’s fast. He’s fucking me like he needs to. It feels so fucking good and my nails dig into his shoulders. I should be terrified of getting caught, that the consequences he talked about happen all too soon, but I’m not. All my drunk mind can process is how good it feels. How he doesn’t slow his punishing pace and he hits the right spot over and over, making it impossible not to let out a soft moan, as my head drops back against the brick.
My back is getting scratched up against the brick, but I don’t care. I’m close to coming already and that’s all my body can process.
“This pussy is only touched by me,” he hisses, slamming into me.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan out.
I’ll agree to just about anything right now as my pussy tightens around him. He feels it because he reaches around, pushing my panties further out of the way so he can rub my clit.
“Oh God.”
“That’s right Emma. Feel my cock,” he groans.
I can’t take it, I explode and my body feels like it’s ripping in half. It feels so good as he continues to slam into me, drawing out my orgasm.
“Professor, Drake,” I moan, probably too loudly.
His fingers dig harder into my ass and he groans out my name as he finds his release. It does something to me as I watch him in complete ecstasy. His eyes soften as he slows his pace, until he finally pulls out. He leans forward and kisses me. It’s different though, it’s more intimate. It’s slow and soft, which has my pulse picking up.
