PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia

The hallway was quiet, but inside the student bathroom, my heart was screaming.

I was pushed up against the cold porcelain surface of the sink. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my breath was coming in short, jagged gasps. I’m Mia, would be 21 in two months.

I'm the girl most people would term the secret whore of the school. But I didn't give a fuck. At least I was better than Sarah—the open whore. I fuck only ‘dicks that matters.’

Jax, the school hockey captain, had his hands buried in my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite at my neck.

"Ahhh fuck! Yes… oh, fuck yes…" I moaned. “Go faster Jax. Fuck… oh… fuck.”

"Bring your voice down, Mia. Someone’s gonna walk in," Jax whispered, even though he didn't sound like he cared. He was moving inside me, hard and fast, his thrusts making my face slap against the porcelain surface.

"Let… ah… fuck… them.. hear," I shot back as I arched my back, pushing my ass further against him, inviting him to go deeper. I loved the risk. I loved knowing that at any second, a janitor or a Dean could walk through that door.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. He was hitting that perfect spot, and I was seconds away from losing my mind.

“Oohhh ohhh ohh yes… faster Jax ahhh Yesss ohh I'm.. ahh… yess. Oh..” 

My eyes were squeezed shut, my fingers clawing into the smooth surface of the sink. I was already feeling the waves of release coming at me.

Bang!

The heavy door swung open.

Jax froze. He stopped moving instantly, his body stiffening, but he was still solidly buried inside me. He hid his face in the crook of my neck. I knew he was terrified, especially with the way he held his breath.

We were waiting for a shout, a lecturer’s voice, or the sound of someone running to get the Dean.

My eyes flew open, and I looked straight into the big bathroom mirror. Through the reflection, I saw the door.

A man walked in.

He wasn't a student. He was older, tall, and built like a hulk in a perfectly tailored ash suit and a dark tie. As he walked in, I expected him to freeze, or maybe gasp—anything.

But he didn't.

He didn't stop. He didn't even look in the direction we were in. He absolutely did not acknowledge the fact that a girl was arching her naked ass up for the school captain right in front of the sinks. In the school bathroom!

"Jax," I whispered, my pussy already pulsing at that level of nonchalance. "Keep going."

"Are you insane?" Jax hissed, his voice low but trembling. "There's someone here!"

EXACTLY! That was the main reason why I wanted him to keep going. I looked at the man in the mirror, and a thought flashed through my head: I wanted him to see. I thrust my hips backward, forcing Jax to move.

"Ahhhhhh… Jax!" I let out a loud, shaky moan as I watched the mirror. 

The man walked right up to the sink next to us. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne. He turned on the faucet, and the water gushed out. I watched him as he pumped soap into his large, steady hands.

Fuck. Why am I imagining those hands on me instead of Jax’s?

I pushed myself deeper, slamming back onto Jax. "Ohhh… fuck… mmmnnn…"  I moaned. 

I watched this strange handsomeness as he began to wash his hands, slowly rubbing his palms together and cleaning between his fingers as if he were alone in his own house. I kept moving against Jax, my eyes locked on the stranger, waiting for some kind of reaction. But none came. If he wasn't washing his hands right now, I would have thought he was blind.

He didn't flinch. He rinsed his hands, reached for a paper towel, and dried them with calm, deliberate movements. 

Then, he dropped the towel into the bin, turned, and walked out without a single glance in our direction.

The door closed shut.

"What the hell was that?" Jax panted, sliding out of me in a flash and pulling his pants up. He was shaking. "He saw us. He definitely saw us."

I was already feeling empty from his cock pulling out. "Yeah, I know, but he didn't act like it," I defended, moving vkosere

"I'm getting out of here," Jax said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "That was too close, Mia."

"At least let's finish up!" I yelled after his bolting figure. "Fuck! I was so close to my O!"

But he was gone. This was one of the reasons why I hated these school guys—always running off, always unable to give proper satisfaction. All muscles and no stamina.

But then, who the hell was that man? The question sat heavy in my chest. My clit was still pulsing, throbbing from unsatisfied pleasure. I debated between giving myself a hand and going to look for someone else, to fuck me till I cum.  but it was too late already.

The bell rang. Fifth class started in five minutes.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the back of the lecture hall. It was my favorite position to sit because it allowed me to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted.

The Dean stood at the front of the class, looking excited.

"Students," the Dean announced. "We are very lucky today. The man who is about to speak is a world-renowned expert in human behavior. He has advised kings and presidents. Please welcome our new visiting professor, Professor Kelvin."

My heart stopped.

It was him. The man from the bathroom.

He walked to the front of the class, but he wasn't in that suit anymore. He had it hung over his arm, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to show those strong, veiny arms. He looked even more intimidating under the bright lights of the hall.

"I am Kelvin," he said. His deep, smooth baritone made my body vibrate, sending jolts of electricity to my pussy. "I’ll be your Human Behavior lecturer from now on."

His eyes scanned the crowd. His gaze moved across the rows until it landed directly on me.

Most people would look away in shame after what happened in the bathroom. But not me. Not Mia Gonzales. I stared back.

He held my gaze for three long seconds. His expression didn't change, but I saw his eyes darken. He knew exactly who I was. And he knew I was the same person from ten minutes ago who was being fucked in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he started his lecture, talking about the "hidden impulses of the human mind." Occasionally my eyes met his, and he diverted them.

Inwardly, the whore in me was making plans. I wanted to know what it would take to make that calm, cold face finally break. What would it feel like when that cold, calm man had his dick buried inside of me?

I wanted to see that face drenched in pleasure—pleasure that came from me.