Hot Professor Novels & Stories

OLIVIA I’ve always had the hots for my professor. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s taboo but the man is hotter than a fucking furnace so, sue me. Professor Kade looks like a greek god come to life, with his high sculpted cheekbones, slanted blue eyes, thick dark hair and full pouty lips that are always pressed in a disapproving line. Those lips have featured in too many of my fantasies that I’m almost ashamed to admit it.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

KAIRA The afternoon light played across his bare chest, highlighting the defined muscles of his shoulders and abdomen. My eyes caught on several scars, pale lines that crossed his tanned skin, each one telling a story of battles I knew nothing about. For a long moment, neither of us moved. I couldn't look away, couldn't think, couldn't even remember why I had come here in the first place. Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized I was staring. Actually staring at my professor's bare chest like some kind of desperate fool. I quickly looked down at my feet, my hands fumbling for my whiteboard.

"I want you to tell me the truth. When you wrote that line about the professor and the student crossing the line, did part of you wonder what it would feel like?" Heat pooled between her legs and she pressed her thighs together under the desk. "That's not... I was analyzing the text." Adrian gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Of course. But your words carried heat. Real heat, like you know exactly how dangerous that kind of attraction can be." The room felt smaller and the no-fraternization memo flashed in her mind, but it didn't stop the way her body reacted to his nearness and she was afraid he might notice it.

I stroked my dick faster, the fwap-fwap sound of me pleasuring myself breaking the silence of the quiet room. I thought about our kiss, the way his waist has fit into my arms. His smell, his lips. I wanted him so bad. I felt my head explode with pleasure as I stroked myself. I imagined the professor coming to me and touching me. “Are you even listening to the lecture, Dorian?” He teased. “Yes. Yes. I’ll listen to anything you say Professor.” I soon felt the sensation rise in my dick. “Urgh! Ngh! I’m..I’m..gonna cum!”

It feels like I am grinding on a hard rock. I could easily feel him from my thin denim shorts which made my body feel hotter even though there is a strong wind here throughout the resort. "Fuck, baby! You are so hot!" he hardly said while looking at my healthy boobs that are still moving from earlier because of the way I grinding myself on him. "But are you sure, baby? Please, know that you do not have to do this yet. I know that you know that I can afford to wait until you are really ready to do such things like these," he hoarsely added while looking at me straight into my eyes, being concerned while his hands are now caressing me up and down on both sides of my waist.

There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn’t mean to. I looked down at his parted lips, and that’s how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory. “Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?” Feli woke me up. “Huh? What? Ahm, it’s quite hot right now.” I avoided looking at her. I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.

That night of dancing, booze… and hot sex. With him. Christian Gallo. Our Studio Head. The same man who had fucked me to the heavens last night.

Although Julius usually listened to me when it came to other things in life, he became a completely different person when it came to physical intimacy. In bed, he was domineering and ruthlessly cold. I was overwhelmed by so much pleasure that I was already physically breaking down. My legs kept trembling violently the whole time. "I can't do this… I seriously can't do this anymore…" I sobbed while attempting to escape from Julius. He wiped my tears away for me, his gaze already dark. "Didn't you say that it wasn't enough for you? Why don't you want more?" Ugh, he still remembered the things I'd said back then!

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.