Chapter three

Aria wove frantically through the crowd and finally made it to class.

She slid into a creaky back-row seat in the packed lecture theater as she tried to steady her breath that came in ragged gasps. Her hands trembled as she smoothed her messy bun.

With thundering heart, she sat there quietly, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily as she remembered his powerful thrusts splitting her open just hours ago.

That thick, veined cock that wrecked my world and left me shaking teaches in my goddamn school? Could this day get any worse?

Almost as if the universe was enjoying the dilemma she was in, Professor Anderson strode in like he owned the room.

His crisp navy suit strained across his broad shoulders, his tie knotted perfectly, but not quite hiding the shadowy tattoo peeking at the open collar.

Oh god, just kill me now.

“Good morning, students. Welcome to Advanced Lit Theory 501,” he boomed in that same baritone timbre she remembered and her pussy clenched on nothing.

"My name is Professor Jason Anderson," he went on. “I'll only say this once. This isn’t some undergrad playtime like you are used to. Expect rigor. There will no excuses for late submission of assignments… or late arrivals.”

His gaze swept across the sea of faces in the theater, slow and deliberate, until it caught hers.

Those piercing blue eyes made her squirm deeper into her seat, her cotton panties growing damper by the second.

“Oh, he’s so hot and dreamy,” she heard someone say behind her.

“I know, right? But some alumni say he’s so strict,” another voice whispered.

Oh! She perked her ears open to hear more. She’s definitely interested in what they were saying.

“Still… imagine how ripped he’d look if he removed that suit," the first girl continued. "Or how rough he can fuck. Do you think his cock is just as big as he is?"

“Girl, snap out of it," the second girl chided her friend. "The man is married. You don’t stand a chance with him. No one does.”

Wait what?? He’s married!?

Does his wife know her man picks up heartbroken girls at clubs and fucks them raw till they scream?

She remembered his hot tongue flat against her swollen clit, circling slow and torturous, then sucking hard with growls vibrating straight to her bones.

God, why does he have to be married? This makes it much more complicated.

The classes continued, and her notes blurred meaningless on her page as she doodled absent hearts and jagged lines, biting her lower lip.

It was only when she felt blood did she snap back to reality.

Just then, the bells shrieked and Aria bolted up, ready to leave the class immediately, but her phone buzzed and she stopped to look at her screen.

Mia: “Hungover queen status?”

Lena: “You have to spill every dirty club hottie detail over wine later!!!”

Jade replied with a 100% emoji to show her own agreement.

Her fingers flew as she typed shakily.

Aria: “Fucking dead inside, guys. Y'all won’t believe what happened.”

She stepped out into the bustling hallway and walked to the coffee kiosk.

A blond barista manned the counter, his dimples cratering deep under as he smiled at her.

“Large vanilla latte," she said without glancing up. "Extra foam, please."

“The heartbroken special? Then no charges for you.”

Aria’s head immediately shot up, shocked by what she just heard.

He had messy blond curls that flopped boyishly over his forehead, his green eyes soft as he looked at her.

Oh wow! He's cute.

She squinted her eyes at the tag on the left pocket of his branded shirt: Tyler Brooks.

“I saw you sprint to class like you were being chased by a monster. Rough morning already?” Tyler asked casually, as he frothed her orders.

“Oh, that! Today’s my first day,” Aria said, smiling faintly. “Let’s just say I tried to make a good impression by being a punctual student.”

“That’s totally understandable,” he said. “I’m Tyler, but... you already know that.”

Laughing, she took her orders.

“Nice to meet you, Tyler. I’m Aria," she said. "Um… I can't talk much now, but I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Sure thing,” Tyler replied.

She left the store and walked to her next lecture for the day.

As she moved through the hallway, a long shadow fell over her and she turned to see Professor Jason leaving another class, and he was coming towards her.

His glasses were perched casually on his nose like a sexy professor stereotype come alive.

Shit! Where to hide? Where to hide?

“Ms. Jenkins,” his voice dropped low, sending shivers down her spine. “My office. Now.”

Her stomach flipped.

“Why?” she challenged him, lifting her chin defiantly, despite the pulse hammering her clit.

He stepped close, invading her space.

His cologne, sandalwood and clean musk, wrapped her senses like last night’s sin. Towering over her 5’5 frame, he murmured so only she heard.

“We need to talk about last night.”

Then, he walked past her and headed to his office which was just at the end of the hallway.

Perfect for whatever hidden agenda he may have.

The office door clicked open and then shut as he vanished inside, waiting.

Aria swallowed hard.

But before her brain could rationalize what to do next, her feet moved on autopilot.

Every step echoed her thudding heart, her thighs slick with arousal shame, thinking of what he would do when she entered the office.

Don't do it, Aria. Not only is he your professor, but he’s also married. Shit! But that cock… oh god.

As soon as she got to the door, she pushed it open slowly and stepped into a dim room.

Dark wood panels lined the floor-to-ceiling office, with leather-bound spines smelling of old paper and ink. There was a massive mahogany desk dominating the center of the room like a throne.

Jason leaned back against it in a casual predatory way, his sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms that had a snarling wolf tattoo flexing with muscles.

His glasses fogged faintly at the edges as he crooked a finger. “Lock the door, Aria.”

The click snicked loud in the quiet.

She crossed her arms tight over her heaving chest, trying to look unbothered even though her nipples peaked underneath her clothes, arching for his touch.

“One night only," she said, trying to sound firm. "No strings attached, Professor. We were clear.”

Jason didn’t say anything. Instead, he pushed off the desk, prowling close to her, until heat radiated off his suited frame.

His fingers brushed over face lightly, dipping slowly until he stopped at her collarbone. His blue eyes devoured every inch he traced.

Aria couldn’t move, even if she wanted to. It was like he had a spell that paralyzed her completely.

“Liar," he growled. "I know my cock is still echoing deep in that tight pussy of yours. I’ll bet my life that you are soaked wet right now.”

Heat flooded her core instantly, and without meaning to, she shivered, her pussy aching.

She pressed her thighs together. “B-but… you’re married."

“Yes, I am," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Then, tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

Fuck your wife. I need one more taste.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she said raggedly as she yanked his tie down, crashing her mouth on his.