My Professor #5

He entered me in one smooth thrust, drawing a cry from my lips that echoed off the windows. The angle was deeper than before, hitting places inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My cheek and breasts pressed against the cool glass, the contrast with his heat behind me almost unbearable.

"God, you feel incredible," he groaned, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at the smooth surface for purchase.

His hand slid down my side to my thigh, hooking my right leg up and back, opening me further to him. The new position made me cry out, my body stretched and filled completely.

"Liam!" I gasped as he drove deeper, each thrust pushing me against the window. "Oh god, right there—"

Below us, the city continued its night time rhythm, oblivious to our passion play high above. Rain began to fall again, drops sliding down the other side of the glass like tears of pleasure. The suite responded to our intensity, the blue light pulsing in time with our movements, the temperature control working overtime to compensate for our rising body heat.

His pace increased, his control slipping as I tightened around him. One hand braced beside mine on the window, the other gripping my raised thigh with enough force to leave marks. I wanted those marks—wanted physical evidence of this night to carry with me back to the lecture hall.

"Look," he commanded, his voice a rasp against my ear. "Look at the city while I take you."

I forced my eyes open, staring out at the glittering expanse. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating our reflection in the glass—my flushed face, his powerful form behind me, both of us transformed by desire.

"Everyone out there," he continued, punctuating his words with deep thrusts, "and only I get to see you like this. Only I get to hear these sounds."

The possessiveness in his voice pushed me closer to the edge. My breath came in short gasps, fogging the glass in rhythm with his movements. The pressure built, coiling tighter with each stroke against that perfect spot inside me.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Liam, please—"

His hand released my thigh to slide between my legs, finding my center with unerring accuracy. "Come for me, Lucy," he demanded, circling precisely where I needed him. "Let me feel you."

The dual sensation of his fingers and his relentless thrusts shattered me. I came with a scream that the suite's soundproofing swallowed, my body clenching around him in waves that seemed endless. He followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep, my name a broken prayer on his lips.

For long moments we stayed locked together, my cheek pressed against the now-warm glass, his forehead resting on my shoulder as our breathing gradually slowed. Outside, the storm moved on, leaving behind a rain-washed city that sparkled like diamonds scattered on black velvet.

Eventually he eased my leg down, supporting me as my knees threatened to buckle. His arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me against his chest as we both gazed out at the city.

"I never expected this," he murmured against my hair.

I turned in his embrace, facing him. "The algorithm knew."

His smile was softer than I'd ever seen it, the harsh lines of the professor melted away to reveal the man beneath. "Perhaps there's something to be said for digital innovation after all."

I traced the line of his jaw, feeling the slight rasp of his beard against my fingertips. "Are you admitting that I was right about something, Professor Jeffries?"

"Don't push your luck, Ms. Andrews." But his eyes crinkled at the corners, belying his stern tone.

The suite shifted around us again, the lighting warming to a gentle amber as the temperature adjusted to our cooling bodies. A subtle chime sounded, reminding us that our hour was nearly complete—the time when the Velvet Key Society required us to decide: separate or stay.

Liam heard it too, his expression growing serious. "Lucy, I—"

I pressed my fingers to his lips. "Before you say anything, I want you to know that whatever happens when we leave this room, I won't regret tonight."

He kissed my fingertips before taking my hand in his. "What I was going to say is that I'd like to stay a while. If you want to."

Relief and desire mingled in my chest. "Let’s get out of here and get ourselves a suite then, shall we? The algorithm would be disappointed if we didn't verify our results thoroughly."