2 ~ I Need You, Whore

GREGORY'S POV

My senses heightened as Professor Richard's hands moved lower. My breath caught but my brain couldn't stop working.

I yanked his hands off rapidly and headed towards the door but his voice stopped me again.

“You can leave,” he said, his voice casual, like he was asking me to pass him the stapler, “but you might as well fail this course.”

My breath caught in my chest but my hands clenched at my sides.

“What do you mean?” I asked without looking back.

“Professor Jacqueline won't be back this semester. College has no plans of bringing in a new lecturer anytime soon.”

I scoffed. “You will never be my mathematics lecturer.”

“Gregory,” he said calmly, like he enjoyed every second of breaking me down, “I already am your mathematics lecturer.”

His words hit harder than they should. I stood frozen in place, my chest rising and falling too fast. I heard the sound of a drawer opening behind me, followed by the sharp rustle of paper.

Then came the paper shoved into my face.

“Zero out of twenty,” I read out loud, hating the tremble in my voice. “This isn't mine,” I lied. Even I didn’t believe it.

Professor Richard’s smirk was all teeth. He held the paper higher. “Gregory, do you care to deny your own name clearly printed here?”

I locked eyes with him. His gaze was smug, infuriating… and hot. I swallowed hard before he moved away as I turned to see him sit back into his chair.

He chuckled. “You're biting your lip again, Gregory. Trying to look innocent?”

“I don’t give a damn,” I shot back, but it came out breathy. “I never liked mathematics.”

He stood, walking around the desk with slow, deliberate steps. The room seemed smaller now, even hotter.

“Then get comfortable. You’ll be repeating it... until you learn.”

“Are you threatening me because I rejected you?”

He smiled. That dark, smug little twist of his lips made my stomach flutter. “See it as an opportunity to get good grades.”

God. My parents would kill me if I flunked another semester. One more year in college and I would finally be free. But if I fail again…

“What can I do to pass?” I asked, my voice softer than I wanted it to be. “I... I will do anything.”

The blinds sliced sunlight across the floor like bars in a prison and my knees also felt weak.

Professor Richard leaned closer, his cologne curling into my lungs. “You very much know what to do.”

My throat dried and I nodded in response.

“Strip.”

My heart stopped. “What?”

He stepped closer. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Don’t act surprised. I know the way you look at me, the way you stay behind after lectures hoping I will say something dirty. I’ve been watching you too, Gregory.”

My jaw unhinged. My knees quivered. Was it that obvious? Fuck.

“You didn’t really think this meeting was about your grades, did you?” His breath was on my neck now. Warm and sinful. “I sent you here to fulfill your lustful desires.”

He moved to my side, then past me, taking the seat I had sat in earlier. I turned slowly to see him spread his legs wide, resting back with his arms draped lazily.

“Take. It. Off.”

I hesitated, my breath ragged, my chest rising and falling. Then, with trembling fingers, I reached for my shirt buttons.

Each one felt like a confession.

I stripped the shirt slowly, exposing the anxious flush across my skin. My nipples perked in the cold air, and I covered my chest with one hand, trying to preserve what little dignity I had left.

He said nothing.

Then, he murmured, “Shorts too.”

Fuck.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down. My boxers tented, soaked already with precum. I cursed under my breath.

He chuckled low. “Already dripping? Didn’t even touch you yet. You’re such a desperate little slut.”

I blushed furiously, my cheeks hot, my thighs clenched. But I covered myself.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, standing. “You offered to do anything. So act like it. Come here.”

I stepped forward. One. Two. His hand lashed out and grabbed my throat gently—but firmly. My knees buckled as he tugged me between his legs.

His breath ghosted my cheek. “Show me how hungry you are.”

He didn’t give me a chance to obey. Instead, he crashed his lips into mine.

I gasped.

His mouth was hot and dominant, his tongue pressing into me like he was already fucking me with it. I moaned into the kiss, my lips parting wider as he bit down on my lower lip, sucking it slowly before pulling away.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered against my mouth.

“You’re not playing fair,” I whispered back.

“Neither are you. It's all for your grades.”

That broke me. It fucking hit the right never in my body. Yeah… My grades. I don't want to fail.

I dropped to my knees without thinking. His erection strained beneath his pants. My hands hovered at his belt, but he slapped them away.

“Not yet. First... beg.”

My voice came out small. “Please.”

“Louder.”

“Please, Professor Richard. Let me taste you. I will do anything to have a good grade. Just let me…”

He yanked the belt open himself. The metallic clink echoed in my ears. He unzipped his trousers, pulling them and his briefs down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and pulsing.

I whimpered. About seven fucking inches. Never took that before. I had only seen them in p**n videos and fantasized about them. I even got a dildo that big but I couldn't use it.

He grabbed my chin. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed.

He didn’t move forward—he waited, enjoying the tension. My tongue lolled slightly, desperate to taste. Finally, he pushed his cock into my mouth.

I moaned around him.

He groaned, his fingers buried in my hair as he thrust shallowly into my mouth. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull back. I wanted him to use me so I could get my grades… Or, to satisfy myself.

“You’re good at this,” he grunted. “Have you done this before? Or just been dreaming about it like the filthy boy you are?”

I didn’t answer. I Couldn’t. My mouth was full. I nodded.

He moved faster, harder, but still controlled. Then, just as I felt his cock twitch in warning, he pulled out.

“That’s enough,” he said, breathing hard. “This is only the beginning. If you want that passing grade, you will have to work for it.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breath ragged but I couldn't resist staring back at his cock that dripped off my spit and his precum.

“Next lesson,” he whispered, “is tomorrow. Same time. Don’t be late.”

And just like that, he pulled his pants back up and walked past me like I wasn’t still naked on the office floor, still dripping.

Something snapped within me—Raw need.

I reached out to him, pulling his legs. “Please… I need you now, Professor Richard.”

“Beg for it like the whore you are.”

“Please, Professor Richard. I want you to fuck me.” I begged, tears clogging my eyes.

He looked downward and locked his eyes on me with the same devilish smirk, “Let's get you squealing under me as I fuck you to oblivion.”