CHAPTER 1: THE PROFESSOR'S PET

The lecture hall hummed with the low buzz of fading conversations, but Elena barely noticed. She sat in her usual spot, third row center, the wooden chair cool against the backs of her thighs. Her short skirt had ridden up during the hour, the hem brushing the sensitive skin just below her ass, and she didn’t bother fixing it. At twenty-two, with her body still humming from the way Professor Hart’s voice wrapped around words , she was already half-lost in the fantasy.

He stood at the front, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles of his forearms. Mid-forties, with that salt-and-pepper hair that made him look distinguished and dangerous all at once. His glasses caught the light as he glanced her way during the discussion, quick, but it sent a spark straight to her core. She crossed her legs slowly, letting the motion draw his eye for a fraction longer than it should have.

Class ended, and the room emptied in a rush of backpacks and chatter. Elena lingered, heart picking up speed. The fear was already there, a delicious twist in her stomach, the hallway outside wasn’t empty, footsteps echoing faintly, voices drifting from nearby offices. Anyone could walk in. The thought made her pulse throb between her legs.

She approached his desk as the last student slipped out. “Professor Hart?”

He looked up, eyes darkening behind his glasses. “Miss Voss. My office. Now.”

No preamble. Just that low command that made her breath hitch. She followed him down the corridor, the click of her heels too loud in the quiet. His office door was ajar when they reached it, bookshelves lining the walls, desk cluttered with papers, the window cracked open to let in the distant sounds of campus life. He stepped inside first, then turned, pulling her in by the wrist. The door clicked shut, but he didn’t lock it. The risk hung in the air like smoke.

Elena pressed close immediately, her body molding to his. “You’ve been watching me,” she whispered, lips brushing his jaw.

“And you’ve been teasing me senseless.” His hands found her waist, firm but trembling slightly. The fear flickered in his eyes too, the chance of a colleague knocking, a student lingering outside. It only fueled the heat.

She kissed him first, soft and urgent, her tongue sliding against his. He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her chest. His hands roamed up her sides, thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts through her blouse. She arched into the touch, nipples already tight and aching.

“Fuck, Elena,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck. His breath was hot, ragged. He popped the top buttons of her blouse with one hand, exposing the lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. “These... I’ve imagined them every damn lecture.”

He cupped one breast, squeezing gently at first, then firmer, his thumb circling the hardened nipple through the thin lace. Elena gasped, the sensation shooting straight to her clit. He pushed the bra cup down, freeing her, and leaned in to suck the peak into his mouth, wet, hot, his tongue flicking rapidly. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, breathy and needy.

The hallway outside creaked, footsteps? A door closing? Her heart slammed against her ribs, the terror mixing with the rush, making her wetter. “Someone might hear,” she whispered, even as she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest.

“That’s what makes it so fucking hot,” he growled against her skin, switching to the other breast. He sucked harder this time, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending sparks through her body. His free hand slid under her skirt, fingers tracing the damp lace of her thong. “You’re soaked. All this from a little risk?”

She nodded, hips rocking forward as he rubbed her clit in slow, teasing circles. “Please... touch me more.”

He straightened, spinning her around so her back was to his chest, her palms flat on the desk. Papers scattered under her fingers. The door was right there, unlocked, vulnerable. A muffled laugh echoed from the hall, and they both froze for a heartbeat, breaths held. The fear pulsed between them, electric, turning every touch into fire.

His hands were everywhere now, yanking her blouse open fully, shoving her bra aside so both breasts hung free. He palmed them from behind, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she whimpered. The pinch bordered on pain, but it only made her push back against the hard bulge in his pants.

“God, your tits feel incredible,” he breathed, rolling her nipples in time with the grind of his hips. “So full. So responsive.”

Elena reached back, fumbling with his belt, the leather whispering free. She unzipped him, wrapping her hand around his thick cock, hot, veined, already leaking at the tip. She stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in her palm, while he continued tormenting her breasts, squeezing and tugging until her skin flushed pink.

He hiked her skirt up, yanking her thong down to her ankles. Cool air kissed her slick folds, and she shivered. His fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding through her wetness, two plunging inside her with a wet sound that made her cheeks burn. He curled them, stroking that spot that made her knees weak, while his thumb worked her clit.

“You’re dripping down my hand,” he murmured, lips at her ear. “And if someone walks in right now... they’ll see you like this. Bent over my desk, tits out, my fingers buried in your cunt.”

The words hit her like a wave, the imagined scene, a colleague’s shocked face, the scandal, making her clench around him. She moaned louder, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Footsteps passed right outside the door. Her body tensed, orgasm building fast from the sheer adrenaline.

He pulled his fingers free, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it,” he whispered, one hand still playing with her breast, twisting the nipple just right.

“Please,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Right here. I need you inside me.”

He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her open. Elena’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, the fullness overwhelming. When he bottomed out, hips flush to her ass, they both shuddered. The fear spiked again, a voice in the hall, closer now, and it made her pussy flutter around him.

He started thrusting, deep and rhythmic, not too fast at first. The desk rocked gently under them, the creak blending with the wet slap of skin on skin. His hands were relentless, one gripping her hip, the other reaching around to continue the breast play, cupping and squeezing, fingers rolling her nipple until it throbbed.

“Feel that?” he groaned, grinding deep on every stroke. “How your cunt sucks me in? You’re made for this.”

Elena pushed back to meet him, the angle hitting perfectly, sparks flying with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and he caught one, pinching hard enough to make her see stars. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, the risk amplifying everything, the way his cock dragged along her walls, the slick sounds, the heat of his body pressed to hers.

“I’m close,” she whimpered, voice breaking. “Don’t stop, oh fuck, ”

The footsteps returned, pausing just outside. A knock? No, but the shadow under the door shifted. Her climax crashed over her anyway, sudden and shattering. She buried her face in her arm to muffle the cry, walls pulsing around him in waves, her whole body trembling.

He fucked her through it, thrusts growing erratic, his own breaths ragged. “Gonna fill you up,” he rasped, hand tightening on her breast. “Right here, where anyone could catch us.”

One final, deep thrust, and he came, hot spurts flooding her, his cock twitching as he ground against her ass. The sensation prolonged her aftershocks, leaving her boneless.

They stayed locked together, his chest heaving against her back, cock softening inside her. Cum trickled down her thigh, warm and sticky. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, then pulled out with a reluctant groan.

Turning her gently, he fixed her bra and blouse with surprisingly tender hands, though his eyes were still wild. “That was... insane.”

She smiled, legs shaky, the fear ebbing into a warm glow. “And we’re just getting started.”

He brushed a thumb over her swollen lips. “Office hours end at five. But tonight... my place?”

The hallway outside had gone quiet again. She nodded, already craving more.