Office Hours Chapter 5

I didn’t go back to his office the next day.

I waited.

Saturday night I was in my dorm, alone, still feeling the ghost of him inside me. Every time I shifted on the bed I felt the dull, sweet ache in my ass and the tenderness between my legs. I had come three more times after I left his office, fingers buried in both holes, replaying the exact second his control finally broke.

Sunday I stayed away on purpose.

Monday I walked into class late on purpose.

Kane was already at the front, writing on the board. He didn’t look up when I entered. I took my usual seat near the front, crossed my legs slow, and watched him the entire hour. He taught like nothing had happened. Same low voice. Same careful hands. But once—just once—his eyes landed on me and stayed a second too long.

That was enough.

After class I didn’t wait for the room to empty. I walked straight to the front while students were still packing their bags.

“Professor,” I said, loud enough for a few people to glance over. “I have a question about the reading. Can I come by your office?”

He closed the book in his hands.

“Now.”

Not a question.

I followed him out. Neither of us spoke on the stairs. The third-floor hallway was quiet. He unlocked the door, let me in first, then locked it behind us.

The second the lock clicked I was on him.

He caught me by the waist, turned us, and pushed me back against the door. The kiss was harder than the first one hungry, almost angry. His hands shoved the short skirt up. I was bare underneath again. He groaned when his fingers found how wet I already was.

“You’ve been walking around like this all day,” he muttered against my mouth.

“Since Friday,” I answered. “I wanted to feel you leaking out of me in class.”

That did it.

He dropped to his knees right there, shoved my thighs apart, and put his mouth on me. No teasing. Just the flat of his tongue dragging through my soaked folds, then sucking hard on my clit. I gasped and grabbed his hair, hips rolling against his face. He ate me like he was starved for it..messy, focused, two fingers pushing inside me while he licked. I came fast, thighs shaking around his head, a broken sound tearing out of my throat.

He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and spun me around. My hands hit the door. I heard his belt, the zipper, then the thick head of his cock pushing against my entrance.

He thrust in hard.

I moaned loud. He didn’t tell me to be quiet. He just fucked me against the door, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip, pulling me back onto every stroke. The wet sound of it filled the office. My tits bounced against the wood. Every thrust dragged over the spot that made my knees weak.

“You wanted this,” he growled against my ear. “You’ve been pushing for it since the locker room.”

“Yes….”

“Then take it.”

He pulled out, dragged me to the desk, bent me over it, and pushed back in. This time he didn’t stay in my cunt. He lined up with my ass again, spat once, and forced his way inside slowly until I was full of him. The stretch burned perfect. I pushed back, taking every inch.

He fucked my ass harder than he had on Friday. Deeper. One hand reached around to rub my clit while he pounded into me. I came again with him buried to the hilt, vision white, a filthy moan muffled against the desk. He followed soon after, hips stuttering, spilling deep inside me with a low, rough sound.

We stayed like that for a moment him still inside me, both of us breathing hard.

Then he pulled out. I felt the warm slide of his cum leaking down my thighs.

I turned around slowly. My legs were unsteady. My skirt was still bunched around my waist. I didn’t fix it.

Kane looked at me. The calm mask was gone. His hair was messed up. His shirt was wrinkled. He looked like a man who had finally stopped fighting himself.

I stepped close, rose on my toes, and kissed him once slow this time.

“That’s twice,” I whispered against his mouth. “You’re not going to stop.”

He didn’t answer with words.

He just kissed me back, already hard again against my stomach, and lifted me onto the desk.

We didn’t leave the office for another hour.

When I finally walked out into the late afternoon light, his cum was still leaking out of both holes, my thighs sticky, my body sore in the best way. I didn’t bother fixing my hair. I wanted anyone who looked to know exactly what had just happened.

I smiled to myself as I crossed the quad.

The campus slut had finally gotten the one man who tried not to look.

And he was going to keep looking.

I already knew it.