Chapter 2

Sophie's Pov

I was trembling, my body practically vibrating with need. Professor Hayes’s hands were everywhere, his fingers brushing over my bare skin, teasing my breasts, circling my hardened nipples. I arched into him, letting out a loud moan, pressing myself against his mouth, feeling him groan against me.

I love this, I love it so much.

“Fuck, Sophie… you’re so wet already,” he whispered, voice low and rough. His fingers slipped lower, teasing the sensitive line between my thighs, barely brushing, just enough to make me shiver and moan.

“Prof… please…” I gasped, grinding down against him, desperate for more contact.

He smirked against my skin, his hands teasing but not giving me exactly what I wanted. Then, in one swift motion, he shifted my panties and he dipped two fingers inside me, circling and curling it. I threw my head back, a loud moan ripping from me.

“Oh my!” My hands tangled in his hair, clutching him, dragging him closer as he fingered me hard, making me squirm and tremble.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he murmured, voice husky, lips grazing my neck. “So fucking dripping for me.”

I shivered under his touch, letting my hips roll against his fingers. My other hand found the line of his trousers, tugging at the bulge I could feel through the fabric.

I rubbed him slowly, teasing him, dragging my nails lightly over the hard line pressing against me, the huge dick I have been fantasizing from afar is in my hands.

“God, Sophie…,” he groaned, moving his hand faster inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that made my knees weak. “You’re driving me insane…”

I pressed harder against him, my fingers stroking and rubbing him over his pants, feeling him twitch under my touch. He groaned so loud it vibrated against me, and I smirked against his chest, grinding him harder.

Then he shifted, pulling back just enough to look down at me. His eyes dark, dangerous.

“You want more, don’t you?” he said, dragging his fingers over my slick folds, teasing the tip.

“Yes… please…” I whispered, heat pooling as I continue clinging to him.

With a smirk, he dropped his mouth between my legs, hot and wet. His tongue pressed against me, flicking on me while his fingers continued to curl and thrust inside me.

I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, moaning so loud I was sure anyone walking by could hear, but who cares? This is a golden opportunity for me.

“Hayes… oh God, yes…” I cried, grinding down against his mouth. My body shook, trembling under the dual assault of his tongue and fingers.

He groaned against me, sucking and lapping, making me arch, my hips rolling, my hands clutching his head as if I couldn’t let him go.

“Fuck… Sophie,” he growled, one hand gripping my hip, the other moving faster inside me. “You’re going to make me lose it…”

I whimpered, grinding harder, rubbing him, moaning his name, letting every filthy sound escape me. My thighs were slick, my body alive, and I didn’t want to stop.

He groaned against me again, pulling back just a little to look up at me, eyes dark, wet with need. “You’re insane… absolutely fucking insane.”

He growled, gripping me tight, both fingers to tongue curling in me, but they are no longer filling me again, I needed something thick and huge in me.

I pulled back slightly, my breath coming in short gasps. My hands moved toward his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I reached for what I desperately wanted.

But his hands caught mine, stopping me cold.

I looked up at him, confusion washing over my face. "What's wrong?"

His grip on my wrists was firm but gentle. "No penetration."

The words hit me like a physical blow. My entire body went rigid. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

"What do you mean?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, cutting through the tension between us.

"Sophie..." he started, but I wasn't having it.

"What do you mean no penetration? I'm fucking losing my mind here. I need you right now!" The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate.

He opened his mouth to explain, but I was already moving.

I couldn't bear to hear whatever excuse he was about to give me. I grabbed my shirt from where it had fallen, yanking it over my head with jerky, angry movements. My hands shook as I straightened my clothes, trying to salvage what was left of my dignity.

"Sorry Sophie..." he began, but I was already at the door.

I didn't look back, I couldn't, if I turned around and saw those sexy face of his, I might do something I'd regret. Instead, I pushed through his office door and into the hallway, my footsteps echoing off the walls.

What? No penetration….A scoff left my lips

Damn you, Hayes.

The next morning came too soon. I'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, my body still humming with unfinished desire. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel his hands on my skin, could taste him on my lips. It was torture, maybe I shouldn't have tasted him yesterday

I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through my window.

Maybe if I stayed in bed long enough, yesterday would stop feeling so real.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I considered ignoring it, but something made me reach for it anyway. When I saw the message, my stomach dropped.

"Event setup today - 9 AM sharp. Don't be late."

The event!! How could I have forgotten? I shot up in bed, my heart racing for entirely different reasons now. I had less than an hour to get ready, get to campus, and pretend like nothing had happened between Professor Hayes and me.

I rushed through my shower, threw on the first clean clothes I could find, and get ready to go to campus with my mind spinning. How was I supposed to face him? How was I supposed to act normal when every part of me was still wound tight from yesterday?

The student center was already buzzing with activity when I arrived. Some tables still needed to be set up, decorations hung and catering arranged. I threw myself into the work, grateful for something to occupy my hands and mind.

I was arranging flowers on the main table when I saw him walk in. Professor Hayes moved through the room with that same confident stride that always turns me on. He chose a table near the front.

That's when the idea hit me.

It came out of nowhere, wild and reckless and completely unlike me. But as I watched him settle into his chair, adjusting his papers with those same hands that had touched me yesterday, something inside me snapped into focus.

I need to get under that table, I will get under that table to get my revenge for not filling in last night.

I was still thinking when he stood up immediately, putting his phone on his ear then walked out from the hall.

Perfect!

I looked around and then when I saw no one, I walked to the table and crawled under it, adjusting the clothes spread on it to cover me.

Let's see if he will be able to keep his sanity when he is in the middle of his speech while I suck him down here.

A smirk escaped my lips.