Chapter 4

I locked the door, then went back to him. He bent me over the desk, his fingers in my hole, slick with lube from his drawer, then his cock, thick and hard, sliding in.

He fucked me roughly, his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. The desk shook, with papers scattered everywhere. I came hard, my ass clenching, and he followed, pulling out to spill on my back.

After he came on my back, Wyatt didn't stop. He wiped me clean with a tissue, and was gentle now, then pulled me up to face him. 

“We’re not done yet.” he said, his eyes dark with want.

He sat in his chair, pulling me onto his lap, facing away. His cock was hard again, pressing up against me. “Ride me.”

I lowered onto him, slowly, gasping at the stretch, my hands on his thighs, I moved, up and down, his hands guiding my hips. He reached around, stroking my cock, circling the head.

“Faster.”  he urged, thrusting up to meet me. The chair creaked, my body bouncing. I leaned back against his chest, head on his shoulder, as he sucked my neck.

Another orgasm built, and when it hit, I screamed his name. He flipped us then, me on the chair, him standing between my legs. Legs over his arms, he pounded me deeply, grunting with each thrust.

“Take it all.” he said, and I did, until he came inside this time, hot and full.

We collapsed, sweaty, but satisfied. “Come back tomorrow,” he whispered. “To give you more motivation.” 

By the time I was done writing, I was breathing heavily, wondering how many words I had put down. My hand ached a bit, but my cock was throbbing from all the scenes I just described. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the pages in my journal, the ink still fresh. It felt good, like I had lived it all over again. Wyatt's hands on me, his cock deep inside, the way he made me ride him until I couldn't think straight. Yeah, that part was hot. I adjusted myself in my jeans, trying to calm down, but then a voice snapped me out of it.

“What the hell have you been writing? I've been trying to talk to you for five minutes.” Lucas said it with a sneer, leaning over my shoulder. I jumped, my heart slamming in my chest, and as quickly as I could, I shoved the paper inside my journal where I kept all my sexual fantasies. That journal was my secret, full of dirty thoughts about the professors, the kind that would get me kicked out if anyone saw it.

Lucas was our departmental representative, the guy in charge of making sure we all followed the rules for the med program. I hated him. He was terrible, always bossing people around, acting like he was better than everyone. His face was weird, with a smug smile that made my skin crawl. He had short dark hair and always wore these tight shirts that showed off his build, but it didn't make him hot to me, just annoying. He thought he ran the show, and he picked on guys like me who didn't kiss his ass.

We had an assignment to submit for Professor Rooke, something on surgical techniques, that was due that afternoon. Lucas was collecting them because Rooke was out for a meeting. I'd been so lost in my writing that I hadn't heard him calling my name. Now he was glaring at me, his arms crossed. 

“Where's your assignment? Everyone else turned theirs in already.” 

I fumbled in my bag, acting like it wasn’t there but the truth was that I wasn’t done with the assignment, I'd been too busy scribbling fantasies instead of finishing the work.

 “Uh, I... I forgot it at home.” I lied, my face heating up.

His eyes narrowed. “You forgot it at home? That's bullshit. You think you can slack off and I'll just let it slide? Rooke won't accept late work.” He stepped closer, his voice low and mean. “You better submit it now, or I'll make sure you fail this module.”

I swallowed hard. “Please, Lucas, can you just wait till the end of the day.” I tried to beg him, my voice shaking. I hated sounding weak, but I didn't want trouble. Guys like him always won these fights and he had the upper hand because he was our representative. They would listen to him before me. 

He didn't listen to me and the sneer turned into a grin, like he enjoyed watching me squirm. “No. You will submit it yourself instead. There’s no way I'm helping you.” 

My stomach dropped. Submit myself? I’d go alone to Rooke’s office to submit my assignment alone? No, no, I can’t do that. I tried to talk to Lucas but he just walked away from me, leaving no room for any discussions between the both of us. 

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration as I realized that I had brought this upon myself. If I had just done the assignment on time, I would have been able to submit now. I skipped the next class and went to the library so I could submit the assignment by the end of the day. I didn’t want to do it anymore but it carried over twenty marks and I wasn't ready to lose the marks because every mark counts in med school. 

I finished the assignment and left the library. The halls were quiet and that was because classes were mostly done for the day. My mind raced. This was the first time I'd be stepping foot in Professor Rooke's office for real. I was crazy nervous, my palms were sweaty and my heart was pounding like a drum. In my writings, though, I had visited that office a number of times. Rooke and I did ungodly things there, with him bending me over his desk, sucking my cock until I begged, fucking me hard against the bookshelves. Those fantasies made my cock twitch even now, but this was real life and I needed to get myself together, 

I got to the office door, a heavy wood thing with his name plated on it. After taking deep breaths and telling myself that this was nothing over and over again, I finally knocked, but there was no answer.

I tried the handle of the door and it was unlocked. Taking another deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked into the office.