Making my professor c*m

“Make me cum, and I’ll think about letting you pass this semester,” he said, spreading his legs with a smirk, his eyes daring me, watching to see just how far I’d go for an A+ in his course.

This was my professor, the man every female on campus wanted to sleep with and yet, here he was, making a deal with me while I was on my knees.

Make him cum, and he’d change my D to an A.

Simple, right?

Yet the way he watched me with those cunning eyes made my skin crawl. Something was off.

“S-So if I do this… you’ll stop failing me?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound strong.

The smirk on his lips widened, and he let out a low chuckle. Then, leaning in, he tilted my chin up until there was barely any space left between us. His voice dropped into a murmur.

“No, sweetheart. I’ll consider changing this grade if you work for it. But as for the rest” he paused, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip  “you’ll have to earn that yourself.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared up at him.

“Bastard,” I whispered, breathless.

He wasn’t just asking for one favor. He was practically saying if I wanted to keep passing, I’d have to keep letting him use me.

My gaze hardened. Every part of me screamed not to do this.

But if I wanted to stay on the cheerleading team, I didn’t have much of a choice.

I had to let my professor have his way with me.

Two hours ago.

My jaw dropped as I stared at the paper in my hands, my eyes locked onto a particular letter written in bold red ink. My heart pounded violently in my chest, like it was ready to explode.

“You got a D again,” Kylie, my annoyingly honest best friend announced with a dramatic gasp, leaning over to peek at my paper. “Isn’t this, like, your third D in this class?”

As soon as I heard her words, my hands tightened around the paper and my lips curled into a scowl as I lifted my head to glare at the man standing at the podium. 

He wore a perfectly tailored, expensive suit, his hair slicked back in a way that complimented his sleek and refined appearance.

Mr. Alexander.

My biology professor. A man whose looks alone could make both women and men do a double take.

Tall, cold, refined, muscular— a man of few words. 

He was the heartthrob of the entire campus, and I wasn’t exaggerating when I said most students in his class weren’t there for the subject, but for the infuriatingly striking face of his.

Yet that man…

My eyes flicked back down to the paper in my hand, and I glared at it.

He had given me a D again.

A fucking D.

“Your father, the dean is going to have a panic attack when he sees this,” Peter, my boyfriend and captain of the Riverhigh football team, grinned beside me. Strands of his messy blond hair fell over his eyes as he slung an arm around my shoulder, teasing.

“His perfect, straight-A daughter failing a class? Biology, no less. I wonder how many tutors he’ll hire after this.” He held up four fingers. “Four? Five?”

I rolled my eyes and muttered a curse under my breath as Kylie burst into laughter beside us.

“He’s probably going to make her quit cheerleading too. Says it’s distracting her,” she said, mimicking his stern tone.

I swallowed nervously at her words, my father’s warning from the last time I showed him my biology result echoing in my head.

“You got a D? Is Alexander’s course that hard that you failed? Because tell me, why would you get a D in biology? This is the last time this must happen. If you ever get a D again, you’re stopping cheerleading since it’s clearly distracting you.”

I bit my bottom lip, my face flushing as I stared down at the grade on my paper.

 If I showed my father this, he’d definitely make me quit and I couldn’t let that happen. Cheerleading was the only thing I truly loved doing.

“Am I the only one who thinks Mr. Alexander is intentionally failing you?” Kylie whispered, leaning in as the lecture continued. “I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but even Peter got a C in this class and he barely shows up to lectures, plus he’s dumb.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Peter snapped, but didn’t correct her.

Kylie rolled her eyes and kept going.

“Think about it, Serena. Did you do something to offend him?” she asked.

My gaze snapped toward Alexander as he paced around the podium, his expression cold, his voice smooth as he spoke.

And just like that, the image of that night flashed in my mind.

“You look so damn pretty on your knees like that, sweetheart– eyes begging, mouth aching to feel me.”

My face flushed a deep shade of pink, and before I knew it, a warm sensation spread between my legs. I quickly flicked my gaze away from Alexander, trying hard not to think about that night.

“What do you mean ‘offend him’? Serena’s basically the teacher’s pet, she respects every one of our professors. I doubt he even knows her name with all the other students in this class,” Peter replied, leaning in to press a kiss on my cheek, a lopsided grin playing on his lips.

“Don’t think too much about it, baby. You just need to study harder for this course. Everything will be fine,” he said.

I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my lips and muttered a quiet ‘thank you.’

But then, a voice cut through the moment, making me freeze instantly, every nerve on edge.

“The girl at the back with blonde hair.”

My head jerked up to find Alexander staring straight at me, a slight frown tugging at his lips. Almost instantly, I felt everyone's gazes land on me, and Peter quickly withdrew his hand.

“Me?” I asked dumbly, pointing at myself, even though I knew full well he was talking to me.

He stared at me blankly, his eyes making my skin feel hot and prickly. That was the same look he’d given me that night, right before I came undone beneath his mouth.

Fuck.

But then he spoke.

“You keep talking in my class, distracting everyone, and it seems your lack of attention is exactly why you keep failing, Miss Serena. See me in my office after this lecture.”

That was it. Just those few words before he returned to his lecture as if nothing happened.

“You sure he doesn't know her name?" Kylie asked Peter sarcastically.

I groaned internally, already dreading the thought of meeting Alexander alone.

Minutes passed, and Alexander had already left for his office without so much as a second glance. I considered skipping the meeting, but I knew I'd get in trouble if I did.

More importantly, I had to ask why he was failing me like this.

After saying goodbye to both Peter and Kylie, I made my way to his office, hesitating before finally knocking.

“Come in,” came the cold voice from behind the door.

I took a deep breath, clutching my test grade in my hand as I stepped inside.

My eyes immediately landed on Alexander, who looked up and removed his reading glasses. For a brief moment, the room was filled with a tense silence until he broke it, the corner of his lips curving into a slight smirk.

“What are you waiting for? Come in and close the door behind you, sweetheart.”