Student Professor Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

They all share one thing and that is, they're just boys, not men, not like the ones I dream and fantasize about. I want both Professor Wyatt Rooke and Professor Bryce Lockhart. They are real men, strong and in charge, with bodies that make my cock hard just thinking about them. Wyatt with his deep voice and blue eyes that pin you down and Bryce with that smooth charm and thick arms that could hold you down roughly. In my head, they're together, taking me apart, their cocks thick and demanding, filling me up while I beg. It's wrong, so fucking wrong, a student lusting after his teachers like this but that's what makes it burn me more.

"Private tutoring. My apartment, Tuesdays, 7 PM. No distractions." My breath caught. *His apartment?* "Just us? Sounds... intimate." I bit my lip, watching his pupils dilate, chest rising faster. "Academic only," he growled. "Fail again, and you're out. Understood?" I nodded, standing so close our bodies nearly touched. "Crystal, Professor." His hips rocked forward, hard length pressing against my inner thigh, right where I pulsed for him. "Promise?" I whispered, arching up, nipples scraping his chest through fabric. My hand slid to his zipper, palming his thickness… damn he was thick, veiny, at least 8 inches. He hissed, thrusting into my grip once, pre-cum soaking through.

He’d gone far. “Is this about what happened or are we talking about something else? Go on, fucking spill it out since you obviously have a lot to say.” I folded my arms against my chest. His gaze hardened at the swear word and he inched closer to me. I could taste his breath from the distance. “Did you just swear at me? I’m your professor.” “Oh, I think we’re way past that the moment you took me to your house and fucked me.” The shock on his face was almost laughable if I wasn’t dead ass serious and fuming.

He looked good, too good, and that made everything worse. I couldn't look at his face properly. The embarrassment was overwhelming, crushing. I had kissed my professor, not just kissed him, I had initiated it. I had pulled him down to me, threaded my fingers through his hair, moaned into his mouth. Fuck you, Kaira. Fuck you and your stupid impulses. "Any problem?" Professor Zane asked, his voice rough. He was still catching his breath, still standing between my legs, his hands resting on either side of me on the desk.

RAVENNA’S POV. Professor Green’s voice carried steadily through the massive lecture hall, deep and controlled in a way that commanded silence without effort. Every word settled heavily into the room while students hurried to copy notes before he moved on to the next point. Pens scratched constantly against paper, blending with the low hum of the projector and the occasional turning of textbook pages.

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.

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“Sooo… was that really Professor Kieran?” I sighed. “Yes.” She gasped, eyes wide. “No way. He gave you a ride?” “It’s not what you think,” I said quickly. “It was raining. He offered. That’s it.” Sandra gave me a teasing grin. “You know, it doesn’t have to be nothing.” I shot her a look. “Sandra.” “What?” she said, hands up in mock surrender. “He’s young, he’s hot, and so is Dante. Honestly, Lessie, if I had professors like that, I wouldn’t be complaining.”

He wasn't like the rest of the guys who slept with anyone just because they wanted to. “Can I at least get more pills?” He asked and the doctor immediately shook his head, making him sigh. “Come on.” Mason dragged him out and they made their way to the teacher's lounge. The lecture hall opposite it was bustling with students but they walked into the office anyway because not everyone could walk in. They didn't notice the girl standing beside the door outside the locker room. “You need to fuck someone.” Mason said even though it made the other sigh. “Just this once, to get rid of this. You're the most attractive professor on this campus. You can definitely get any girl you want—”