AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (5)

All I could remember was holding onto the rug for my dear life as my body moved recklessly against the floor.

“Ohh..Liam..harder.” I whimpered, almost screaming. With this sheer amount of overstimulating pressure, I felt like I could literally die from the agony of holding back my voice.

“Liam! Open this door this instant. I can't wait out here all day,” the Dean's sharp voice echoed authoritatively through the heavy wooden door.

“Ohh.. Little Ciara, she can't wait. We mustn't keep her waiting,” Liam whispered darkly, his large hand caressing my back to my neck, while his pelvis pounded viciously into my core.

“You said, I shouldn't.. cum!”

“No. You can cum,” he corrected, bending over to ruthlessly capture my breasts with his hand, his voice vibrating under my wet skin. “When you are completely consumed by the pleasure I bring you.”

“Liam! What on earth are you doing in there?!” The Dean shrieked through the door.

“Ahh..Liam, deeper.. stretch me harder,” I pleaded, my voice dropping to a desperate whisper. I sounded like my life was on the line and yes, with the Dean right outside, it honestly was.

He obeyed with a low a chuckle, leaving absolutely zero air between his thick cock and his stretched pussy. He drilled relentlessly into my core, and holy fuck, my body felt like it was about to combust. I bit yon my lower lip so hard I tasted copper, curing down under my breath as I stretched lower than a cat, lifting my waist to feel the pleasure more.

This stupid Dean just had to interrupt us right now.

“Oh, Ciara…my big guy is ready. What about you?” He asked, his breathing entirely ragged. I couldn't even speak; I just nodded frantically. My fingers literally clawing up holes in the rug. The entire office felt like it was shaking and taking with my frantic pulse.

“Little one.. take my seeds.” His voice wasn't loud, but the sheer command in it shattered my remaining restraint.

Fuck! The burning rush of his hot seeds filling my core mixed instantly with the heavy, watery gush of my own violent squirt. The overhead office lights became a blurry, blinding smear of white. But I didn't dare closer my eyes. I watched him take it all.

The rich, illicit scent of our climax instantly filled the room. What a splendid, devastatingly productive day this was turning out to be.

He pulled out of me quickly, leaving me trembling in a post-coital daze against the rug on the floor. My mind raced through the fog while I could hear his footsteps running around.

Would I ever get this opportunity again? I can't just feel this once in my life. I don't even have a single soul I could share a secret this massive with–

“Come here!” His hand abruptly looked around my wrist, pulling me out of my thoughts and dragging me straight under his heavy wooden desk. I blinked, realizing his office somehow looked undiscovered, his windows were now open, his was fully dressed and his shirts were buttoned up perfectly. My bag was under the desk with me. Good thing side facing the door was closed off except for little holes I could see through.

But my clothes I wonder where he kept them, I didn't see them.

Then, I heard the heavy click of the door creaking open.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Dora. I was deeply preoccupied with a complex paper “

No way. My heart stopped. She had actually stood out there the entire time?

“Liam, what on earth were you doing?” Dean Dora asked, her high heels clicking sharply again the floorboards as she stepped inside. “And what happened to the state of your office. Things look shifted.”

“As I said, I was finishing some critical work,” Liam replied, his voice completely bold, weaving a brilliant tapestry of truth and lies. “I had to shake through my shelves and desks to find what I needed. It's a highly delicate, yet incredibly audacious piece of work.”

I had to quietly clamp both hands over my mouth to keep from giggling out loud.

“What was it you needed, Mrs Dora?”

“Oh, Liam. Have you actually given any thoughts to what we discussed the other evening?”

Was it my imagination, or did the Dean's mean voice suddenly turn sickeningly flirty?

“I have, actually,” Liam replied, his footsteps moving back toward his desk.The Dean followed him closely, her heels stopping right in front of his chat, trapping me in the small legroom directly between them. “And I'm afraid I will have to officially refuse your offer.”

“Oh sweet Liam. You know you just walk away from me,” she murmured, the fabric of her skirt rustling as she leaned back against the edge of his desk. “Do you know what it means when the Dean asks you to please her?”

What the absolute fuck? I thought I was the only one who saw through his severe academic persona, but apparently, this old hag saw him too. A wicked, reckless smile spread across my face as inspiration struck.

“What exactly does it mean, Dora?” He replied smoothly.

Reaching out into the light, I grasped the heel of his shoe, sliding it off his foot slowly and completely quietly. He was going to pay for silencing me earlier. I looked up through the gap; Liam's eye level lowered instantly. I ignored his warnings, silently mouthing him to “shush.”

The Dean chuckled entirely oblivious. “It means you can have absolutely anything. My husband is the president of the University. Liam, I don't care if you blackmail me for a higher position. I just want to feel that dick of yours inside me.”

Oh my God. I stopped in my tracks. She is even using her husband. What a desperate woman.

“Dean Dora please, don't say such reckless things….” Liam's voice was trying to maintain its calm, composed structure, but the sheer audacity of this woman was making my blood boil in my veins.

“...it's..ahh.. outrageous.” He fumbled, his voice cracking slightly.

Good. He was mine.

“What do you mean, outrageous? I'm handing you the opportunity of a lifetime on a silver platter, Liam.”

“Hmm. You are forgetting that said president is my uncle. And I should fuck you, his wife?” Liam cleared his throat heavily, intentionally pushing his big toe deeper into my soaking walls as he continued the battle above me.

“Would you be so kind as to offer such generous opportunities to the rest of the faculty, Dora? I'm certain half the department is dying to make that cunt of yours drip.”

I covered my mouth with my palm, stifling a gasp. This man knew exactly how to overturn a game and dominate the board. Dean Dora needed to get the hell out of our space; she was severely obstructing my view.

As she continued pathetically begging him to take her, Liam kept sliding his foot against my sweetest spot, giving me a million reasons to scream his name out loud and ruin all of us.

“Fine. But I will be back, Liam. Don't forget exactly who secured you this prestigious position, my darling boy.”

I noticed his toe freeze completely inside me for one sharp, split second before it resumed it's slow, wicked grind. With that final threat, her heels clicked towards the exit, and she banged the heavy office door shut behind her. The moment she left, Liam pulled his foot away from my body, and I heard the unmistakable sound of him walking over to twist the lock.

He returned to his leather chair, reach down into the darkness to pull me up onto his lap. His large hands immediately traced a line of fire from my wet pussy, up over my bare breasts, all the way to my lips.

“So, Professor Liam, you just casually get free fuck off from the Dean of the College?” I purred, my eyes lingering over his handsome, unbothered face.

“So it appears. A beautiful, highly leveraged scandal,” he murmured, his gaze darkening. “I could easily work my way up to Dean or a chair position with that kind of ammunition.” His fingers returned to my nipples, pinching the hard points. “Little Ciara, you absolutely love risks, don't you?”

I nodded eagerly against his chest.

“Excellent. Because I want you right here in my office every single time I call for you. You wouldn't want that B-olyto drop any lower and permanently ruin your perfect GPA, would you?”

A sinister, incredibly dominant smile stretched across his lips.

This was the undisputed offer of a lifetime.

“So you thoroughly enjoyed my performance then, sir? I would be absolutely honored to be at your service.”

He slammed his lips onto my nipple in response, sucking the flesh hard enough to make me arch. “Good. Now, dress yourself. And continue being the pristine, excellent student I have always known you to be.”

I smiled triumphantly, reluctantly sliding off his lap to gather my clothes. Damn. I actually just fucked Professor Liam.

Me?!

No one would believe this. I barely believe it myself. Getting fucked by the Greek God, Poseidon.

As I was daydreaming of my newfound experience, I subconsciously wore back my outfit and arranged my hair, oblivious to his peering eyes on my form.

As I picked up my bag to leave, his hand shot out, anchoring around my wrist with an icy, unyielding grip. He rained me back in close.

“Listen to me carefully, Little Ciara,” he whispered, his gray eyes locking onto mine with a dangerous, terrifyingly possessive weight.

“You are Little Ciara in here. Out there, you are the top tier no one can touch. No one touches you, Ciara. If I smell another man's scent in this pussy…,” he chuckled. “Never mind. Have a beautiful day, little one.”

With that, he let go and I walked out into the academic life, shaking with thrill, curiousity and fear.

What have I gotten myself into?