Chapter two

The man growled in response as he dragged his lips down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin while his hands roamed her curves. She gasped, tilting her head back as he sucked hard. His palms slid down to squeeze her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against him so she could feel every inch of his throbbing erect cock grinding into her belly.

“Fuck, I need you,” Aria whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Aria fumbled with his shirt as she dragged it over his head, exposing his broad chest. Damn, he is fucking ripped. She worked his belt, the metal clicking as she unbuckled it. She shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles in one go and his cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

Holy moly fuck! Marcus was definitely nowhere close to the sheer size of this… this big lollipop that was teasing her to take it into her mouth.

“My turn,” he muttered as he yanked her tight dress over her hips and off in one swift motion, exposing her lace bra and matching thong. Her heavy tits strained against the fabric, her nipples poking through like hard pebbles. He snapped the clasp open, watching her breasts bounce free. He palmed them roughly, leaning in to capture one nipple in his mouth as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.

Aria moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him there as waves of pleasure shot straight to her core. She was soaked, her pussy was aching and dripping into her thong.

Pushing him to the bed, she dropped to her knees, eyes locked on his as she gripped his cock and spat on the head. Then, she took him deep into her mouth, bobbing her head as she sucked from balls to tip. The man bucked, one hand gripping the bedpost while the other held her hair tight, guiding her rhythm.

“Fuck, your mouth is so good. You’re gonna make me blow if you keep that up,” he rasped, watching her through half-lidded eyes.

She worked him faster, hand twisting at the base until he pulled her off with a pop and a strained grunt. “Not yet. I need to taste you first.”

He hurled her up and tossed her onto the king-sized bed like she weighed nothing. He peeled off her thongs and spread her thighs wide, inhaling her sweet, musky scent before burying his face in her pussy.

He licked her clit in firm drags before plunging his tongue inside hers, fucking in and out, and lapping up her juices that flowed freely. Aria's hands fisted the sheets, back bowing off the bed as she moaned loudly, the overwhelming sensation shooting through her.

He devoured her hungrily, sucking her folds and circling her nub, flicking it rapidly. His two fingers slid into her wetness, curling to hit that sensitive spot deep inside.

Aria writhed under him, her breath coming in short pants. “Right there… don’t stop,” she begged, her body tensing as the pressure built. He added a third finger, pumping faster, the squelch of her wetness filling the air. His mouth never left her clit until she exploded, her orgasm crashing over her as she shuddered.

Not giving her time to recover, he positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit.

“You ready for me?” he asked, voice rough.

“God yes,” Mia nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, groaning  as she clenched around his length, until his balls were pressed against her ass.  “Godddd… you are so fucking wet.”

Oh fuck me! This was better than Marcus's lazy pumps ever dreamed.

They moved together, hips snapping in a building rhythm. He pulled back and slammed in deep, angling to grind against her G-spot with each thrust. Aria met him too, her nails scratching down his back, leaving red trails. Sweat slicked their skin, the room filling with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh and their mingled gasps.

“Turn over! I want to see that ass bounce,” he growled, flipping her onto all fours.

She arched her back, presenting her soaked pussy and the tight pucker above. He slapped her ass cheek, watching it turn red and jiggle. Then he gripped her hips and slammed back in. The new angle let him go deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with every plunge. She pushed back, fucking him as much as he fucked her, her breasts swaying with the force.

“Harder!” she demanded, and he obeyed.

One hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, which he bit as his pace turned brutal. “Your pussy is so fucking tight… I-I’m gonna cum soon. Fuck!”

Aria's body tensed, her second orgasm ripping through her, pussy spasming wildly around his shaft. That sent him over the edge as he buried himself deep and erupted. Some of the excess leaked out around his base as he kept thrusting through his release.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving. He gathered her close, kissing her forehead as they caught their breath. That was the best sex she'd ever had, even in all 8 years she was with Marcus.

Aria nestled against the stranger, sated and drowsy, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. Within minutes, exhaustion from the intensity pulled them under as they drifted off to sleep.

- - -

The sunlight that cut through the cheap curtain burned her eyes. Her head hurt so bad. She’d taken more shots than she ever had.

Slowly, she sat up and looked over at the other side of the bed. It was empty. No note on the pillow either. Typical. She did say no stings though, but still, a little romantic gesture wouldn’t kill him.

She remembered last night, her pussy still pulsing even now. God, could that man fuck any better? Then, she turned back to where her purse was. It was a miracle she didn’t fling it somewhere during that mind-blowing sex. She found her phone: 22 missed calls from Lena. Why was she calling so early? Then her eyes glanced at the time. 10:25 AM. Oh shit!

She bolted naked to the shower, a quick scrub between sticky thighs still slick with their mixed release, her dark waves combed frantically into a messy bun that wouldn’t hold. She re-wore her now-wrinkled black dress from the night before. Ugghhh, I don’t have a sweater with me to cover up!

“I’ll have to borrow from someone at the reception,” she murmured as she rushed out the front door.

Sitting in the cab on the way to campus, she couldn’t help but be disappointed in herself. This was her one big shot she was fucking up. A 100% tuition-free York Graduate Scholarship for Lit Theory Masters at York University. She was one of the 10 students who were awarded this scholarship this year. Lena had pushed her to apply after Marcus’s bullshit to better her future. “Success is the best revenge, Aria. Do it.”

She had a 4.0 GPA for her bachelors, and published an essay on feminist arcs in Victorian novels which went viral. The Dean had called her personally. “You’re a top talent from working-class roots. Don’t waste this privilege.”

And here she was, wasting it on the first day of class, her scholarship perks hanging by a punctuality thread.

As she looked out the cab window, she could see the campus gate looming grand with massive red bricks arched thick around it.

“Keep the change,” she said to the driver as she rushed down and ran to class, ivy leaves path crunching golden under her heels. Fresh-faced undergrads buzzed with overstuffed backpacks and new-year dreams.

Lena’s voicenote crackled through her airpods: “Girl, don’t tell me you overslept. I hope you’re in class right now.” Aria kicked into sprint mode, her books clutched tight to her chest as her lungs burned sharp.

Boom!

A full body collision rocked her hard, her bag exploding open, notebooks and pens scattered across the path like white confetti. Did she hit a hard brick wall?

“Oh god, I’m so sorry… I’m super late—”

Strong hands caught her elbows steady, preventing her from falling over, and she looked up to see who she had hit. The blue eyes widened behind thin wire glasses. Black hair neatly combed now, his crisp navy suit hugging that exact muscular frame she knew too well from…

No. Fucking. Way.

Her jaw dropped, her eyes almost out of their sockets, as she stared in recognition. Her stranger from last night. What was he doing here? Aria tried to say something, but no words came out. At least, she wasn’t the only one dumbfounded. The man had shock and confusion written over his face.

Before either of them could find their voice, a student yelled from across the sunny quad, waving a paper. “Professor Jason! Have you got the updated syllabus yet?”

Her knees were about to give way. There’s no way she heard right.

Professor? Did she just have sex with a Professor in her school?