My lusty professor (part-1)

Professor Ethan Cole. Everyone on campus whispered about him. The girls drooled over his rugged looks, the guys envied his presence. Tall, built like a fighter, veins prominent on his forearms when he rolled his crisp sleeves up, tattoos peeking from under the collar of his black dress shirt.

I never imagined he’d even know my name. But on the first day of my English Lit class, his gaze locked with mine the moment I stepped in, late and breathless. My hoodie slipped off my shoulder, exposing my bra strap. His eyes flicked there, lingering for a moment too long before he continued his lecture, voice deep, gravelly, vibrating in my bones.

“Miss Carter, since you’ve decided to join us, perhaps you can explain Wordsworth’s concept of transcendence?”

Heat rose up my neck as everyone turned. “I…um…”

He raised a brow, smirking slightly, making my stomach twist with shame and desire. “See me after class.”

My heart thumped painfully in my chest for the next hour. When everyone left, I approached his desk, clutching my books like a shield.

“Close the door.”

I froze. His voice was soft but firm. I obeyed, the click of the lock echoing loud in the silent room. He leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide, watching me with dark, unreadable eyes.

“Do you know what happens to girls who can’t pay attention in my class?” he asked, tilting his head, his black hair falling slightly over his forehead.

“N-no, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He smiled then, slow and dangerous. “They get special attention.”

He stood, towering over me, making me feel small and fragile. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb trailing over my cheek to my lips.

“You’re so pretty when you’re scared,” he murmured, leaning closer so his scent of spicy cologne and something purely male enveloped me. “Come to my office tomorrow. We’ll… discuss your performance.”

He stepped back, dismissing me with a flick of his gaze. My legs felt weak as I stumbled out. I didn’t know what scared me more – his darkness, or how badly I already craved it.

I couldn’t focus on anything the next day. His command replayed in my mind. After classes ended, I walked to his office, my knees wobbling with each step. I knocked softly.

“Come in.”

His voice was rough, low. I stepped inside to see him leaning against his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, exposing the thick column of his throat. His eyes travelled over me slowly, lingering on my breasts and thighs before meeting my gaze with a smirk.

“Lock the door.”

I obeyed, my fingers trembling. When I turned back to him, he was right in front of me. He gripped my chin with rough fingers, tilting my head up.

“Do you want me, Miss Carter?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Because I want you. I think about bending you over this desk every time you walk into class, your tight little body taking my cock.”

A whimper escaped my throat. His eyes darkened with lust as he kissed me suddenly, harsh and possessive, his tongue invading my mouth. I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.”

He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine.

“Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.”

The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Come for me,” he rasped against my ear. “Be a good girl and come.”

His filthy words broke me. I came hard, my thighs shaking, muffled screams echoing against his palm. He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered, watching me with eyes so dark they were almost black.

He kissed me again, gentler this time, brushing hair from my face as if I hadn’t just fallen apart on his desk.

“This is only the beginning, little girl,” he whispered. “Next time, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”