The Professor's Dirty Lessons (3)

Chapter Three –

Professor Noah’s POV

It was late but I waited in my office staring at the wall clock waiting for it to strike at 10 PM.

Just like how drawn to her I was from the very moment I noticed her in my class for the first time, I left my office and strode to the library where I knew she was.

Her thesis proposal sat on my desk, marked with my notes, and I'd told her to revise the theoretical framework but I hadn't told her I'd be checking her progress personally.

I found her in the back corner of the second floor, tucked between the stacks of political theory. She didn't see me approach as her head was bent over a textbook, her hair falling forward in a curtain of honey-brown, while a pen sat behind her ear.

She wore a thin cardigan over a white blouse and her legs were crossed beneath the study table, and she was so absorbed she didn't notice me standing over her.

“Working late?”.

She jumped at that, her head snapping up. Her eyes widened when she saw me and a flush spread across her cheeks. It was a reaction I'd memorized and correlated with her.

“Professor”. Her voice came out breathy. “I didn't—what are you doing here?”.

I set my briefcase down on the adjacent table. “I had papers to grade and then I saw the light and came to check”. A lie.

I had been waiting for the building to empty, watching not just the clock but also the parking lot until her car was the only one left.

“Let me see your revisions”.

She fumbled before sliding a notebook toward me. But I didn't look at it, I was watching the way her fingers trembled, and the way her chest rose and fell faster now.

Good

She remembered.

“The methodology section”, I said tapping my index at said section. “Did you incorporate the mixed-methods framework?”.

“Yes. I—”. She swallowed as I rounded the table. “I added surveys and —”.

I didn't hear the rest. I was closer to her now and then I reached down, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, turning her face to the side and tilting it up to meet my gaze.

Her lips parted and her breathing stopped .

“You shouldn't be here alone this late, Avena”. My voice was low and deliberate. “Dangerous things happen to pretty girls in empty buildings”.

She didn't look away and I saw that defiance fighting through the submission. “Maybe I like dangerous things”. She whispered.

And that was all the permission I needed.

I instantly pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and pressed her into the shelves behind the chair she was sitting on. The shelves shuddered and a few books rained down, thudding against the carpet.

She gasped as my body pinned hers, my front against her ass, and my chest against her back. I swept her hair aside and buried my mouth against her neck.

“Do you know”, I growled against her skin, “how many night I've thought about finding you here? In the dark. Alone”.

She whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the shelf. “Noah—”.

Those lips...moaning my name that way...sent a bolt through my cock.

I bit down on the curve of her neck, though not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. She arched back into me, her ass grinding against my growing erection.

“Oh, Noah—”.

My hands found her waist, and I slid down her skirt, bunching the fabric in my fists. “I can't take it slow tonight”, I said, pulling her skirt up over her hips. It had been days. “I've been too patient”.

I didn't care if anyone would come in or see us. Maybe I should've but I didn't. I just tore her panties, and the cotton ripped easily, the sound sharp in the silent library. I dragged it down and it fell to her ankles.

Her bare ass pressed against my trousers, and I groaned at the friction.

“Mmm…”. She moaned, still grinding.

I turned her and lifted her onto the study table. My hands gripped her thighs and spread them wide. She lay back on the scattered books and papers, her blouse riding up as her chest kept heaving.

I stood between her legs and looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips were parted, and there was a glistening evidence of her arousal.

“I'm going to taste every fantasy you've had about me”.

She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip.

Then I dropped to my knees. the carpet was rough beneath me but I didn't care. I pulled her to the edge of the table, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and buried my face between her thigh then dragged my tongue through her folds, slowly at first.

“Ahhhh...”. She let out a choked sob as her hand flew to my hair, gripping the silver strands.

I groaned against her and the vibration made her hips buck.

“Please —please—”.

I answered her by circling my tongue around her slit teasingly. Then I pulled back when she got close, causing her to whimper in a desperate, broken sound.

I did it again, and again, until she was trembling, and her thighs were quaking against my cheeks.

“Nowhere to run, Avena. I want to hear you”.

I sealed my mouth over her again and sucked hard. I felt her climax building again by the way her walls fluttered and the way her breath caught. I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Tssssss. Yeahhhh, just like that. I'm close…Noah…”. Then she broke, her orgasm hit her in waves, her body convulsing and rippling with aftershocks.

Her scream was muffled by her own fist pressed against her mouth but I didn't stop. I licked her through it, drinking her down, until she was totally spent, gasping, while tears fell at the corners of her eyes.

I rose and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Her blouse was unbuttoned now and her bra was pushed down, leaving her breasts bare and damp with sweat.

I leaned over and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while squeezing the flesh.

“Oh fuck!”. She cried, her hands tangling in my hair again.

“Legs around my waist”. I commanded straightening

She obeyed and locked her ankles behind me as I unzipped my trousers to free my cock. I pressed the head against her slick, swollen entrance but I didn't enter yet.

I just held there, watching her face and the desperate need in her eyes.

“Say my name when you come”, I told her. “Not professor, not sir, but my name”.

She nodded, her lips trembling. “Noah. Please”.

So I thrust into her.

She was so tight and so wet I had to pause at the first inch, just feeling her clench around me.

“Ohhhhh you're so big, so so big, Noah”. She cried out, her head falling back when I drove deeper, burying myself to the hilt.

“It has just been a few days since the last time but you're already this tight? Fuck”. I started driving in and out, causing the table to creak beneath us.

I fucked her slow but deep and thorough at first.

“Oh god—Fuck. Tsssss….”. Each stroke drew a moan from her throat.

Her legs tightened around me, pulling me closer. I bent her legs back, pressing her knees towards her chest, and increased the pace.

“Uhhhhh yeah. Uhhhhh yeah. Yeeeeees”.

The table rocked and the books scattered around slid to the floor.

“Look at me”.

Her eye met mine and I saw how dark and full of surrender they were.

“This is where you belong”, I said in a rough voice. “On my cock. In my office. In this library. Wherever I want you”.

“Yes”, she breathed. “Yes, Noah”.

I fucked her harder, the rhythm turning frantic and primal as the slap of skin against skin echoed off the high ceilings.

Slap. Slap.

Squelch.

Slap.

She was close. I could feel it given how her walls clenched and the way her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hand slipped between us, her fingers pressing against her clit, but I knocked it away.

“Let me”.

I circled her with my thumb as I drove into her.

“Noahhhh….”. She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, as she screamed my name in a raw unguarded cry of pure ecstasy.

“You said my name”, I said, my own control fraying. “Good girl”.

I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound as I came, buried deep inside her. I emptied myself into her, my hips jerking and my breath torn from my chest.

I stayed there, pulsing, and still filling her, until the last tremor faded then I pulled out slowly with a wet pop, my cock slick with the both of us.

She lay there, panting, her body limp and her legs till open. I looked at the mess we'd made —books on the floor, her torn panties, and the wet spot on the table between her thighs.

I helped her sit up and steadied her when she swayed. I tucked myself back into my trousers, straightened my tie, and picked up my briefcase.

“I'll have more revisions ready. And yes, this was good luck for the final exams”.

She laughed. “I might get used to being the favourite student”.

"You might have to earn that as well".