Chapter four

In a second, his lips crashed on hers, feral, wet, and demanding, as if picking up right from where they left off last night.

His tongue worked its way down her throat, tasting like coffee and authority while hers still had the faint scent of tequila and surrender.

His hands hiked her dress up her curvy thighs as his callused palms scraped her sensitive skin till she moaned into his mouth.

God, his touch burns better than shots.

He backed her against the towering bookshelf, the leather books rattling from the force.

Jason’s free hand roamed boldly down her curves, palming her full breast through her thin dress as his thumb circled the stiff, rosy peak mercilessly until she arched into him.

He ground his hip forward, his massive bulge straining his wool trousers pressed hot against her soft belly.

The same one that had flooded her with cum hours ago was now twitching, wanting for more.

Aria’s resistance crumbled under his ravishing, her finger tangled in his neat black hair, pulling him deeper as their kiss turned hungrier.

She hooked one of her legs around him, rubbing her core against his bulge.

“God, Aria, I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you raw right now,” he growled against her neck, nipping at the barely visible bruise he’d left last night, making her gasp.

His hand slid between her legs as he traced his fingers along the edge of her panties teasing.

“Wet for your professor already? Naughty little girl.”

A small whimper escaped her as she ground bolder into his touch. How can something be so bad, but feel so good?

Jason carried her effortlessly to the desk and used his hand to clear it in one brutal sweep. Papers, books, and pens scattered to the floor as he boosted her ass onto the edge.

His fingers fumbled with his belt before finally pulling his trousers down to his ankles.

She stroked him through his thin boxers, feeling the fat vein pulsing angrily under the fabric. His pre-cum wet a spot as she squeezed the head.

Their mouths found each other again, wild and unrestained.

She slid her hands inside and freed his cock before wrapping her hands around it.

He threw his head back just as she leaned down to take it into her mouth.

Knock! Knock!

They froze immediately, staying still as they tried to control their breathing.

Jason put a hand over his mouth, signaling for her to remain quiet.

Another knock rattled the door.

“Professor?” the voice called from behind the door. “It’s Ethan. Office hours start in two… I’ve got students lining up already.”

Jason pulled back, his eyes wide with alarm.

He adjusted his shirt as Aria climbed down and smoothed her dress, her heart slamming against her ribs.

He pointed silently under the massive desk and she dove in there, crouching down awkwardly.

“A minute,” His voice was firm, but Aria could hear the faint crack in his voice.

“Is everything okay in there, sir?”

Ethan Park, his Teaching Assistant, was right to be shocked to see his door locked as the professor never locked his door.

Meanwhile, Jason tried his best to rearrange the table and bookshelf that they had hit in their wild rush to devour each other.

Satisfied, he walked to the door and unlocked it.

“Please, come in,” he said smoothly, striding back to his seat casually as the students rolled in, asking questions from the syllabus and the essay formats.

Jason’s voice stayed professional above while his shoe tapped nervously, inches away from her hiding face.

Her pussy still flared from denied release, but she held her breath as the voices murmured close. Too close.

Caught day fucking one? Heartbreak to campus scandal in 24 hours? Perfect, Aria, just perfect...

The minutes stretched agonizingly slow.

It felt like she’d been hiding for years until the door clicked shut again and Jason's hand appeared, offering to pull her up.

"That was a close call,” she breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at him just as he dragged his hands across his hair.

"What am I thinking?" he groaned. "We can't do this, Aria. I’m your professor. It can’t happen again.”

The reality seemed to crash in on her like ice water over warm skin.

What was she thinking too, risking her future like that?

“You’re right," she said, straightening up. "My scholarship is also on the line here."

“Good," he pulled his hands out for a handshake. "Then, let’s agree to remain cordial and that this never happened. Last night never happened either."

She hesitated briefly, but took his hands.

“Deal. I guess I'll...um... see you in class, Prof."

He nodded once.

She walked out of his office, finally releasing the breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

Could she really hold her end of this bargain? Seeing him and not being able to touch him was going to be a daunting task for her, that's for sure.

Even for him too.

She could see that his eyes burned with want, contradicting every word he spoke.

Her phone buzzed inside her bag.

Lena: “Hey, where are you? We’re all at the cafe waiting and dying for deets. Hurry up!”

She shook her head.

The girls wouldn’t believe what a crazy 24 hours it’d been for her.