Office Hours : part 3

The email arrived at 9:12 a.m. the morning after grades were due.

Room 1412. Hotel on 7th. Key will be at the desk under your name. 8 p.m. Don’t be late.

No signature. None needed.

Lena stood in front of the door at 7:58, heart already beating too fast. The hallway smelled of expensive carpet cleaner and faint perfume. She knocked once.

Julian opened it.

He was in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, no tie. The careful professor was gone. What looked at her now was simply a man who had spent months imagining this exact moment and no longer had any reason to hold back.

He stepped aside. She walked in. The door clicked shut. The lock turned.

The room was large, low-lit, one wide bed already turned down. A bottle of something expensive sat unopened on the desk. Neither of them looked at it.

Julian didn’t speak. He simply walked to her, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her like he had been starving for days. Deep. Wet. Claiming. Lena made a soft sound against his mouth and opened for him. His other hand gripped her hip and pulled her flush against him. She felt how hard he already was.

He broke the kiss only long enough to pull her sweater over her head. No bra. He groaned at the sight and bent, sucking one nipple into his mouth hard and wet while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Lena’s head fell back. Her hands fisted in his shirt.

“I’ve thought about this,” he muttered against her breast, “every fucking night since the first time you sat across from my desk.”

He switched sides, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, until both nipples were wet and tight and dark. Then he dropped to his knees, dragged her jeans and panties down, and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

The first long lick made her gasp. He didn’t tease. He licked her open thoroughly, tongue stroking through every fold, pushing inside her, then dragging up to suck hard on her clit. Two thick fingers slid into her at the same time, curling, stroking, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. He kept the rhythm steady and relentless until her thighs trembled and she came against his mouth with a broken moan, hand fisted in his hair.

He didn’t stop.

He kept licking and fingering her through it, then straight into a second orgasm that made her knees buckle. Only then did he stand, wipe his mouth, and start unbuttoning his shirt.

Lena watched him strip. Broad shoulders, the faint trail of hair down his stomach, the heavy cock that sprang free when he shoved his pants down—thick, flushed, already leaking. She reached for it. He let her stroke him once, twice, then caught her wrist.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

She obeyed. The mattress dipped as he climbed up behind her. He rubbed the thick head up and down her soaked pussy, coating himself, teasing her entrance, then pushed in with one long, deep thrust.

The sound she made was pure filth.

He fucked her hard from the start, hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto every stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. One hand slid up her spine to fist in her hair, tugging her head back. The other reached under her to rub her clit in tight, fast circles.

“Look at this cunt taking me,” he growled. “No more desks. No more locked offices. Just you and me and every way I’ve imagined ruining you.”

He shifted the angle and the head of his cock dragged over that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Lena’s arms shook. She came hard, walls clamping down around him, a sharp cry muffled against the pillow. He fucked her through it without slowing, then pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back in in one smooth stroke.

Face to face now. Deeper. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her nearly in half, driving into her with long, powerful thrusts. His mouth found her nipple again, sucking hard while his thumb rubbed her clit. The dual sensation pushed her straight into another orgasm, stronger than the last, her nails dragging down his back.

Julian’s control frayed.

He pulled out, sat back against the headboard, and dragged her into his lap so she straddled him. She sank down onto his cock in one slow slide, taking every inch. His hands gripped her ass hard.

“Ride me.”

She did. Slow at first, then harder, grinding down so the base of his cock rubbed her clit with every movement. He sucked one nipple, then the other, biting gently, while one hand stayed between them to keep rubbing her. Lena’s head fell back. She came again, cunt fluttering and squeezing around him, a broken moan spilling out of her.

He wasn’t finished.

He lifted her off, turned her so she faced away from him, and pulled her back down onto his cock in reverse. The new angle let him go even deeper. He held her hips and fucked up into her in short, hard thrusts while one hand reached around to rub her clit and the other pinched and rolled her nipple. Lena’s third orgasm of the night hit so hard her vision blurred. She collapsed forward, hands on his knees, still taking every thrust.

Only then did Julian let go.

He buried himself to the hilt, groaned low and guttural against her shoulder, 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, still gently rubbing her oversensitive clit as the last aftershocks fluttered through both of them.

When he finally lifted her off, 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. “I want to fall asleep knowing you’re still full of me.”

They didn’t speak for a while. Julian pulled her down beside him, one heavy arm draped over her waist, his chest against her back. The only sound was their breathing and the distant city noise far below the window.

Eventually he pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“Semester’s over,” he said, voice low. “No more office hours. No more excuses.”

Lena turned in his arms so they were face to face. His eyes were still dark, still hungry.

“Then what happens now?” she asked.

Julian’s hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, two fingers pushing back through the slick mess he had left inside her.

“Now,” he said, already hardening against her thigh again, “I spend the rest of the night showing you every single thing I’ve been holding back.”

He kissed her—slow this time, but no less claiming—and rolled her beneath him once more.

Outside, the city kept moving.

Inside room 1412, the line they had crossed in a locked office stayed crossed for good.