5

I moved out of his way fast. My back hit the wall again, but this time I wasn’t shoved, I just couldn’t feel my legs.

Professor Chance Black walked into the classroom without another word. He didn’t look back.

I stood there, frozen, staring at the open door like it had teeth. The hallway was empty now, my breathing felt too loud, and my skin felt too hot and then I turned.

I didn’t go inside.

I turned around and walked fast, then faster, then practically ran all the way back to the dorm.

By the time I got there, I was breathless. I threw the door open and dropped my bag.

My stomach twisted. I made it to the tiny bathroom and hovered over the sink. I didn’t throw up, but it was close.

“Jesus,” Danika said behind me. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

I didn’t answer. I just stared at the water dripping from the faucet.

Danika walked closer, towel around her neck, sports bra on, no shame about the glistening sweat on her chest or thighs.

“What happened?” she asked.

I looked at her. My lips parted, "The guy I met in the bar last night.”

“What about him?”

“He’s my professor.”

Danika blinked.

“I grabbed his dick in a bar. I asked him to fuck me. I moaned his name while I got myself off and he’s my fucking English professor.”

Danika blinked again and then she laughed.

“No way, shut the fuck up.”

“I didn’t know,” I whispered. “I swear, he didn’t say anything. He just… stared and now he’s here, teaching me and watching me.”

Danika raised both eyebrows, still grinning. “That is some straight-up p**n plot energy right there.”

I groaned, “this isn’t funny.”

“It is a little funny.”

I dropped to sit on the edge of the bed. My legs were still shaking.

“He saved me from Kole,” I added, “literally threw him off me. Right before class.”

Danika shook her head like she couldn’t believe it. “You’re living inside a damn drama series.”

“I feel like I’m going to die.”

“You’re not. You were drunk. He was hot. That’s it.”

She pulled her hoodie over her head, still smirking.

“I’ve gotta get to class, but when I get back, I’m gonna check your pulse and make sure you haven’t exploded.”

She grabbed her bag and opened the door.

“Just breathe. No one dies from accidentally groping a professor.”

The door shut behind her.

And I sat there, hands on my face, whispering to myself.

“Fuck.”

I sat there on the bed long after Danika left. My palms were damp. My chest still tight.

But the longer I sat in the quiet, the less anxious I felt.

And the more I thought about him.

Professor Chance Black.

The name alone made my thighs squeeze.

He looked even hotter this morning. More put together. Dangerous in a clean, brutal kind of way. That black button-up, the rolled sleeves, that angry, cold expression when he’d yanked Kole off me. His voice still echoed in my head.

She said to fucking let her go.

I didn’t feel scared anymore.

I felt needy.

My skin itched.

I stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the sink and let the water run. My heart was pounding again, but not from panic, it was from fucking craving every bit of that man.

I stripped fast. Shirt, bra, shorts, panties, everything hit the tile floor.

I stepped up on the edge of the tub and climbed onto the sink counter with my knees up, my legs spread wide.

The faucet’s stream was sharp and focused. It was cold at first, but I didn’t care.

I angled my hips closer and slid my pussy under it.

The first contact made me gasp.

The water hit right against my clit, fast and steady. I grabbed the edges of the sink, grinding slowly forward, adjusting the angle until it was perfect.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

The stream hit just right.

I rocked my hips into it, harder, faster, eyes closing as the pleasure started to throb.

I pictured his face.

That furious glare, the green in his eyes when he looked at me. His hand in Kole’s collar, his body between us like a wall.

“Try touching me without permission again…”

I imagined him between my legs now, mouth hot against my pussy, tongue fucking deep and punishing. I rubbed harder against the stream, breath catching.

I wanted him pinning me down. I wanted that voice in my ear.

“You don’t come until I say so.”

I was moaning. The water splashed everywhere but I didn’t care. My thighs shook, my nipples were hard. I needed it, I needed the release.

I imagined him standing over me, watching. Jerking himself while I begged, that thick cock I’d felt under my hand and the way he hadn’t even flinched.

I came hard.

My legs trembled, my hips bucked against the faucet. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out too loud. The pressure hit in waves, tight, pulsing pleasure that left my thighs slick and weak.

I leaned forward on the counter, panting and still shaking.

But even then, the relief didn’t last because I knew I’d see him again.

I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever, I would eventually need to go to his classes. Oh fuck.

**

I passed out half-naked on the bed and only woke up when the door opened.

Danika stood there with a makeup brush in her mouth and an armful of clothes.

“Get your sexy ass up, it’s party time.”

Well great at least something to distract me from thinking about my hot professor, if only I'd fucking known....