Office Hours: part 2

Two days later the email arrived at 4:17 p.m.

My office. 7:30. Bring the notes we discussed.

Lena read it three times. There were no notes. They both knew it.

She arrived at 7:28. The department hallway was empty again, the same vending machine humming at the far end. The rectangle of light under his door looked exactly the same. Her pulse did not.

She knocked once.

“Come in.”

Julian was standing this time, sleeves rolled, tie already loosened. He watched her close the door and turn the lock without being told. The soft click felt final.

“You came,” he said.

“You asked.”

He crossed the small space in three steps, took the empty folder from her hands, and set it on the desk without looking at it. Then his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was hungrier than the first one. Deeper. Wet. He backed her toward the tall bookshelf that lined the left wall, the one filled with first editions and critical theory she had spent months pretending to care about more than the man who owned them. Her back hit the spines of the books. Julian’s hands were already under her sweater, dragging it up and off. No bra again. He made a low sound of approval and bent his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth hard enough to make her gasp.

“Quiet,” he muttered against her skin, then bit down gently. “You remember the walls.”

He switched sides, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, while his fingers pinched and rolled the other peak. Lena’s head tipped back against the books. A broken moan still slipped out. Julian’s hand came up and covered her mouth, two fingers pressing firmly against her lips.

“I said quiet.”

She nodded. He kept his hand there while he dropped to his knees.

He dragged her jeans and panties down in one motion. She stepped out of them. He lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, opening her completely. The first long lick made her hips jerk. He did it again, slower, tasting her like he had been thinking about nothing else for forty-eight hours. He sucked her clit between his lips and pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. She was already soaked. The wet sound filled the quiet office.

Julian fucked her with his fingers hard and deep, curling them against the spot that made her thighs shake, while his tongue worked her clit in tight, relentless circles. His other hand stayed over her mouth, muffling every sound she tried to make. She came hard, cunt clamping down on his fingers, juices coating his chin and dripping down his wrist. He didn’t stop. He kept licking and stroking until a second orgasm ripped through her almost immediately, her free hand fisting in his hair hard enough to hurt.

Only then did he stand.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes almost black. His cock strained against his trousers. He unbuckled, shoved everything down just far enough, and freed himself—thick, heavy, already leaking. He spun her around so her chest pressed against the bookshelf, books digging into her bare breasts. One hand came around to cover her mouth again. The other gripped her hip and pulled her ass back toward him.

He rubbed the thick head up and down her dripping pussy, coating himself, teasing her entrance, then pushed in with one long, relentless thrust.

Lena’s cry was trapped against his palm.

He was so deep like this. Deeper than on the desk. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her hard, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small office, the bookshelf rattling faintly with every thrust. His hand stayed over her mouth. His other hand reached around to rub her clit in tight, fast circles.

“This is what you came back for,” he growled against her ear. “Your professor’s cock buried in this greedy cunt while the rest of the building is empty. Taking it so fucking well.”

She moaned against his hand. He fucked her harder. The angle made the head of his cock drag over that perfect spot inside her with every stroke. Her legs started to shake. He pinched her clit lightly between two fingers at the same moment he slammed deep, and she came with a muffled, broken sound, walls fluttering and squeezing around him.

He didn’t slow down.

He kept thrusting through it, big cock stroking her pussy in long, punishing strokes, the wet sounds growing filthier as more of her release coated him. When her knees started to buckle he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her upright, still pounding into her, still rubbing her oversensitive clit until a fourth orgasm tore through her so hard her vision went white at the edges.

Only then did he let go.

He buried himself to the hilt, groaned low against the back of her neck, and came hard—thick, hot pulses flooding her until she could feel it leaking out around his cock with every final thrust. He stayed locked inside her for a long moment, breathing heavily, hand still covering her mouth, thumb stroking gently over her cheek as the last aftershocks fluttered through both of them.

When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of his cum slid down her inner thigh. He caught it with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, slow and deliberate, then added a third finger just to feel how full she was.

“Keep it,” he said quietly, voice rough. “I want you to walk out of this building still full of me.”

Lena turned, legs unsteady, back still pressed to the books, nipples red from his mouth, lips swollen from being kissed and silenced. Julian looked at her like he was already thinking about the next time.

He helped her back into her jeans, pulled her sweater over her head, smoothed her hair with careful hands. The tenderness sat strangely against everything they had just done.

He unlocked the door.

“Friday,” he said. “After the faculty meeting. I’ll text you the time.”

Lena stepped into the dark hallway, thighs pressed tightly together, the heavy warmth of him still inside her, already counting the hours until Friday.