My Professor 🔞

BRITTANY'S POV

“Oh god…” I tipped my head back, my legs quaking as I tried to keep my knees to my chest.

And fuck, I was trying. I was trying so hard. But the way his tongue flicked over my sensitive bud kept making me jerk on the desk, my fingers reaching down to grip the edge of his table.

“You like that? Hm?” Mr Fabian hummed against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder.

No words escaped me as I just sat there and tried not to succumb to the light headedness that was a result of the blinding pleasure coursing through me.

His fingers slid into me, thumb rolling and pressing down on my clit and I almost blacked out.

“Holy shit!” I hissed, feeling his fingers brush against a sensitive spot in me, my walls clenching around his thick fingers. “Yesㅡ Yes!” I screamed, bucking against his fingers and face working skillfully on me before I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me.

My walls continued to grip his fingers at intervals as I tried to ride off my orgasm, his tongue licking a long stripe of me before he pulled out and wrapped his tongue around his fingers, gaze fixed on me.

My chest heaved as I just stared up at him, my expression dazed and in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose while his smirk faded off into one of seriousness just as the bell rang in the distance.

“I think you're late for your next class, Miss Brittany,” He muttered, his voice rough in his throat as he turned on his heels, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.

I couldn't moveㅡ couldn't even breathe. I just sat there dazed for a second before I finally came back to my senses and pulled my checkered shirt down my thighs, ignoring the uncomfortable slickness between my thighs.

The last thing I needed was a reminder of what I had done.

Any girl would kill to be here in my place. Spread on Mr Allen's desk while he fucked them slowly with long and languid strokes of his tongue. He was like the golden teacher of the schoolㅡ Young, handsome, easy going. Half the girls at school fawned over me. Half of the girls picked Biology as a major because of him. But no oneㅡno one at allㅡ had ever seen this side of me.

A grin spread across my lips as I stood up, adjusting my shirt. “Thank you for the lesson, Mr…Allen…” I drawled, my tongue swiping over my lower lip.

He hummed under his breath going back to his seat where he could look at me over the rim of his cup that he was drinking from. “You could always come back for another lesson, Miss Brittany.” He grinned, his eyes dark as he looked me over. “You've been a good student.”

That made me tingle deep within. Because I wantedㅡ needed ㅡ more. My body ached for me. It felt like no one could quench what I felt except him. I had never been brought to an orgasm this hard and I needed more.

“I'll see you in the evening, Professor.” I grabbed my bag pack off the floor where I had thrown it half an hour ago, then I sauntered out, feeling like I was on cloud nine.

The hallway was cramped with people and I had to wiggle my way through, making sure to keep my face expressionless as I stalked to my locker and stuffed my books in there with shaking hands while my legs wobbled from the aftermath of my orgasm a few minutes back.

Leah was right beside me, her ponytail bobbing as she bounced on her foot. “Where were you all recess?” She hissed, her eyes wide as she looked me over.

I turned to her, clicking my locker shut before I leaned on it, trying to catch my breath and come down from my high. Leah Walesㅡ the only person in this school that I could count on. The one who was the reason I had even gone to Mr Allen in the first place.

“Well?” She urged. “Henry was looking for you.”

I rolled my eyes and held her shoulder, gaze darting around the thinning crowd of loud and brazen students who were walking to their next classes, their voices loud and booming, echoing off the walls. “Where do you think?” My voice was low as a smug grin curled my lips. “Guess.”

She looked confused, her brows scrunching. Thenㅡ “No way,” She hissed, her voice a squeak. “Did you seriouslyㅡ”

I placed my hand over her mouth to shut her up. “Not yet. Yeah, he may have…given me head but my dare isn't complete yet. But he didn't push me away quite yet.”

Her eyes had widened to the size of golf balls and she looked like she was about to faint.

Me too, sister. Me too.

“Holy fuck! You bitch!” She squealed, smacking my arm lightly. “You really cracked the finest professor on campus?!” She hissed.

I tucked a hair behind my ear in mock happiness. “Girl, you better keep this between us.”

She made a motion of zipping her lips and throwing the key away. “Come on, let's go…”

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By the last period of the day, which had to be Biology, I found myself leaning against the wall, my pen tapping against my lips while my gaze remained fixed on Mr Allen in front of the class.

How could someone look so…ethereal? He wasn't doing anything but I couldn't tear my gaze awayㅡ he was leaning on his table, sleeves rolled up his forearms as his watch glinted in the light streaming in through the blinds.

I didn't know when I was leaning forward in my seat, watching his lips move as he gestured and explained to the class. Those same lips that were on me a few hours agoㅡ My core tingled at the thought.

Suddenly, I heard his voice. “Miss Jackson?” He called out, a brow raised.

I snapped out of it, my cheeks heating up as everyone in the class turned to me. “Huh?”

Mr Allen crossed his arms and I struggled not to look at how his muscles flexed under his shirt. “Would you like to explain to the class how enzymes affect the activation reaction of a reaction?”

My heart stuttered in my chest. “Theㅡeㅡenzymes?”

A low laugh from the back of the class had my cheeks flaming red.

Mr Allen didn't look overly amused. “You are distracted.” He pointed out.

I wonder why.

He rounded the table and placed his hand on his desk. “Miss Jackson? Stay behind after class. We need to talk about your grades…” His voice dropped on the last statement and I felt his gaze drop to the few buttons on my shirt that I had popped open before coming to class.

I knew what that look meantㅡ That dark gaze that felt like a brand. Like he was making me his.

My heart jumped. Stay behind?

I straightened up, trying not to let my excitement show. “Yes, Mr Allen.”