Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

"I know you wear your wedding ring but you and your wife don't text during the day. I know you talk about desire like you've been running from it your whole life. I know when I touched your leg last week, you didn't stop me." My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could probably hear it. "That was a mistake." "Was it?" He slid off the desk, moved closer. "Because I don't think you make a lot of mistakes, Professor. I think you're really, really careful. And I think I scare the shit out of you because you can't be careful with me." "You're my student." "I'm twenty-two." "I'm married." "I know. How's that going?" He was close enough now that I had to tilt my head up slightly to look at him

Lydia tried not to notice just how perfectly his pale blue broadcloth shirt hugged his well-muscled chest. It was so embarrassing to have such a massive crush on her professor, especially one that had outlasted early hero worship and turned into a raging case of lust that three years had done nothing to dissipate. He didn't wear a wedding ring but that was the extent of her knowledge about his personal life. He was such an old-school gentleman that she knew he would never remotely consider a relationship with a student, even if he was unattached. So she gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together, hoping she wouldn't leave a damp spot on her chair.

My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible, “It… it was.” “Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voice cracks with fury, his glare burning through me. I break completely. My chest caves as silent sobs shake me. I can’t bring myself to lie. Maybe the first time was, but the rest? It wasn’t. “Professor Lucien,” Nathaniel’s voice booms, “a romantic relationship with a student is against every code of conduct this institution upholds. For you to mastermind such behavior does nothing but drag the reputation of this esteemed college into the mud.”

“Lunch? Are you serious?” He nodded, his expression sincere. “Absolutely. I know I messed up earlier, but I’d like the chance to make it right.” Usually, I’d be all about jumping into a new adventure, but this? This was different. This was like playing with fire, or walking on a tightrope. I mean it’s not every day your professor first flirts with you in some party, and then ask you to grab a bite to apologize for being an ass, right? There’s that whole student-teacher dynamic to consider, a set of unspoken rules that hung over us like a dark cloud. But here he was, eyes all warm and inviting like cozying up by a fireplace on a cold night, and well, let’s just say curiosity got the best of m

Chapter 28 ADRIA'S POV. "Gosh. This is bad. Really bad." I panicked, turning my head around frantically. A Professor and a student dating? What made it worse was that I was his student. Let's say I wasn't his student, then it would be a lot better, but I was his student so that would spell trouble for him. Then she started to turn slowly as she admired her surroundings, and I pushed Lucien away. "Go, go, go!" I whispered furiously, and he went into the midst of the little crowd. Although he could still be seen. He was just too handsome! Too handsome not to be spotted.

The realization of all that just keeps making me go crazy, and I've always thought of trying to figure out a way I can get to her. But it would sound extremely unprofessional for a professor to have any sort of intimate affair with any of the students, and it would have tainted my reputation back at school. But now this is my chance. It's just going to be the both of us every single day for an entire fucking month. I'm going to have her to myself alone without any interruptions. Thank goodness she is mostly alone at home. Her younger brother, Ezra has soccer practice every evening by this time till dusk and her father… Well, there is no way he can ever be around. May his perfect soul rest in

He corrects with a shrug. "How can you even flirt with Cassidy? Your professor?" I exclaim. "You mean your professor?" He points out in a bored tone as he presses a button to unlock the car. "Well other students think she's your professor. What do you think they are going to say?" I continue after we have both settled in the car. "That I've got a good catch?" "That you are sleeping with your lecturer to boost your grades." I deadpan. "But I'm not her student." He shrugs.

“It’s really OK, Vicky. You can tell me the truth. I won’t judge. That student of yours is HOT AF. If you want to sleep with him, that’s called being human.” “Yuck, Juan, sleeping with students is disgusting.” I grimace. “Then I guess I am disgusting.” She deadpans. “What?” “As I said, I would not judge you if you told me the truth, because I, actually, am sleeping with my professor for a while.” “What? Who? How? When?” I am totally shocked.

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.