The Professor's Dirty Lessons (4)

Chapter Four –

Avena's POV

My hands were still trembling as I looked down at my exam booklet, held tightly in my hand.

My answers were swimming in my brain due to the last minute panic. I'd filled every page, but I knew—I knew—I’d left gaps in the comparative analysis section.

The questions had been harder than I'd prepared for. The last student dropped their exam booklet on Professor D’Artagnan’s desk and scurried out of the lecture hall.

I just stood, watching him gather the booklets. He hadn't looked at me since the exam started. But now, as the door clicked shut behind the last student, he set down the stack and looked up.

“Avena”. His voice was calm. “Come here”.

I moved with unsteady legs, my footwear tapping the linoleum floor as I climbed the platform. I set my exam booklet on the corner of his desk, next to his stack but he didn't touch it.

He just watched me. “Your term paper”, he said, picking up a stapled document from his chair. He held it out. “I've finished my annotations”.

I took it, my hands still trembling. The margins were filled with red ink. My stomach dropped as I scanned his comments— expand here, unclear argument, cite source— and at the bottom, I saw; B-. Adequate, but not your best work.

I looked up, meeting his gaze. “B-minus?”.

“It's a solid B-minus”. His voice was flat and clinical. “Your analysis lacked the depth I expect from you. The theoretical framework was underdeveloped”. He paused, his eyes flicking over my face, my throat, and the way I clasped my shaky fingers. “How did you find the exam?”.

I hesitated because the truth was bitter on my tongue. “It was…difficult. I think I missed the third section's focus question”.

The crease between his brows deepened, and I felt the weight of his disappointment settle in my chest.

“Avena”. He said my name slowly. “You need to pass my class. This is your final semester. If your GPA falls below the department threshold—”.

“I know”. My voice came out smaller than I intended. “I know. I've been trying”.

“Trying isn't enough”. He stood so close I felt the heat radiating off him. His cologne filled my lungs as he looked down at me. His expression shifted. “You need to show me you're committed. That you're willing to put in the extra effort”.

My breath caught.

I knew what that meant.

The memory of the library rushed back and my blood got hot.

“What do you want me to do?”.

He smirked. “Get on your knees”.

I didn't hesitate.

The floor was cold beneath my knees but I didn't care. I settled between his legs as he unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock.

It was already hard, thick, and the tip glistened.

My mouth watered.

“You're going to make up for that B-minus”, be said, threading his fingers through my hair, and gripping the roots. “You're going to show me how much you want to pass my class”.

I took him into my mouth, and he groaned a low guttural sound that vibrated through me. I worked him with my tongue and with my lips, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper.

The squelching sound echoed in the empty classroom.

“Mmph”. The sound was muffled by his cock as his hand tightened in my hair, guiding my rhythm.

“Good girl”, he breathed. “Just like that”.

I moaned around him again, the vibration making his hips jerk. I loved the taste of him and the weight of his big cock on my tongue. I reached up, cupped his balls and massaged them gently.

“Fuck—”. He gasped, his head falling back. “You're going to make me—”.

“Professor D’Artagnan”. The principal’s voice came outside the door. I heard other voices as well.

His eyes snapped open, his hand freezing in my hair. He withdrew from my mouth and I hurried under his desk while he sat, shifting his chair inside.

The door swung open.

I didn't move. I just stayed frozen under his desk. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure the principal could hear it.

“Professor D’Artagnan?”. Principal Morrison's voice echoed through the empty lecture hall. “I thought you'd be gone by now”.

I took his cock in my mouth and his body went still, but his hand in my hair gave a quick, silent command.

Don't move.

I stayed perfectly still with my lips sealed around his cock while my breath was shallow.

“Principal Morrison”, Professor Noah said, his voice remarkably steady. “I was just finishing up. Final exams, you know”.

“Yes, yes”. The principal’s footsteps echoed as he walked towards the desk. I felt the blood drain from my face as he was getting closer.

No

I couldn't stay here. I couldn't —

Professor Noah's grip tightened, holding me in place so I had no choice. I heard the principal stop beside the desk, probably a few feet away, down the platform.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you about the academic welfare committee. We're short a member, and I thought you'd be perfect. You have a great rapport with the students”.

I started moving again but slowly and gently. I took Noah's cock deeper, my tongue swirling while my hand stroked the base.

I felt him twitch in my mouth and I felt his thigh tense against my cheek. He was fighting to keep his voice level.

“I'd be honoured”, he said but there was a slight rasp to his words. “What are the responsibilities?”.

“Well, there are meetings every Friday. You'll review student progress reports, address concerns about academic probation, and help coordinate resources”.

I increased my pace, bobbing my head and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I heard his breath hitch but the principal didn't seem to notice.

"Also, we need to enforce the new curfew policy. No students in the building past 10 PM. It's a safety issue. I'd like you to help with rounding up any stragglers."

“Of course”, Noah managed, and I felt his hand in my hair tightened. “I can do that”.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, and I felt his hips buck involuntarily. I tasted the pre-cum and I knew he was close and I wanted him to cum. I wanted to swallow every drop while the principal stood there, oblivious.

“Good, good. I'll send you the details tomorrow”. The principal shuffled some papers. “Well, I won't keep you. The building's practically empty given it's the last day of final exams and all”.

“I will”, Professor Noah said in a strained voice. “Good day, Principal Morrison”.

“Good day, Professor D'Artagnan”.

Footsteps receded and the door clicked shut. The silence stretched for a heartbeat then Noah yanked me up by my hair, pulled me to my feet, and slammed me against the desk.

His body pressed into mine, cock still hard, and his breath ragged.

“You little minx”, he growled, his lips brushing my ear. “You almost got us caught”.

I grinned breathlessly. “You didn't tell me to stop”.

He laughed. “No, I didn't”. He spun me around, bending me over the desk, my palms flat on the scattered papers. “But now you're going to pay for that stunt”.

He didn't enter me. He just stood behind, hands gripping my hips, while his cock pressed against the curve of my ass through my skirt.

“Beg me”, he said, his voice low and commanding. “Beg me to fuck you”.

I swallowed my pride. “Please, Noah. Please fuck me”.

He pulled my panties down in a quick motion and slid a finger inside me, then two, curling them and making gasp.

“You're so wet”, he murmured. “So ready. But you don't deserve it yet”.

He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. He spanked me.

Slap.

“Ahhh!”. I cried out.

“I'm going to make you beg for every orgasm. And I'm going to deny you until you prove you want it more than anything”.

Then he entered me slowly, inch by agonizing inch, filling me completely.

“Uhhhh…!”. I moaned, my fingers clawing at the desk.

He set a torturous pace, going deep then pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in.

“Please”, I whimpered. “Please, I need—”.

“What do you need?”. He thrust deeper, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. He grabbed my breasts through the fabric, squeezing it.

“Please let me come”.

“No”.

He withdrew completely, leaving me empty and trembling.

“Oh fuck!”. I sobbed, the frustration building.

He flipped me over, lifted me onto the desk, spread my legs wide, and knelt before me. His mouth found my clit, and I screamed in a broken, desperate sound.

He licked and sucked, bringing me to the edge as I felt my whole body tensing— Then he stopped.

“No”. He looked up at me, his chin glistening. “Not yet”.

Tears pricked at my eyes. “Please. Please, Noah. I'll do anything”.

“Anything?”. He rose, standing between my legs, cock pressed against my entrance. “Tell me you love my cock and that you can't live without it”.

“I love your cock”. I gasped. “I can't live without it. Please —please fuck me and let me come”.

He pushed inside me again, filling me in one smooth stroke.

“Tsssss….”. Then he fucked me hard, fast, and relentlessly. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuckk”.

The desk creaked beneath us as he alternated between going hard, then fast, then deeper and repeating it again.

“Now”, he growled. “Come for me now”.

And I did. The orgasm ripped through me so intensely I saw white.

“Noah….Noah…”. I kept screaming his name as my body convulsed around him.

He followed a second later, burying his face in my neck, groaning as he spilled into me.

We stayed there panting before he pulled back, and cupped my face. His thumb brushed away a tear I hadn't realized had fallen.

“B-plus”, he said. “For now”.

I laughed, shaky and breathless. “I want an A”.

“Then you'll have to show me more commitment”.