He ran his fingers down my spine. “This is going to be fast and rough, just the way you like it.” I heard the zipper on his pants. The waiting was killing me. I needed him to fill me. As if answering my silent pleading, he slapped my ass hard and thrust his huge cock inside of me. The sting of his hand and his cock spreading me wide made me gasp.
He slid his length in and out of me slowly, making the pain turn into immeasurable pleasure within seconds. I gripped the other side of his desk and pushed back into him, wanting more.
He slammed into me and began pumping relentlessly, fucking me harder than he ever had before. My hip bones dug into the side of his desk, but all I could feel was him inside of me. His cock made me forget about everything.
He leaned forward and brushed my cheek with his knuckles as he gyrated his hips. “You only have thirty seconds left, Penny. If you don’t come, then you’ll just have to wait.”
“I’m so close,” I moaned. He couldn’t leave me like this, aching and wanting. He pulled my hair, making me arch my back. He gripped my hair tight and used it as leverage as he thrust faster. The sensation made me clench around him.
“That’s right,” he growled. “Come for me, Penny.”
And as if he had given me a simple instruction, I found my release. My toes curled as he continued to thrust in and out of me, riding my high. He gripped both sides of my waist and a moment later I felt his hot liquid fill me.
He groaned softly and pulled out of me, leaving an empty feeling between my thighs. I heard him zip his pants and I rose from his desk and turned around.
He knelt down in front of me and kissed each of my hip bones. There were red lines on my flesh from the pressure of being fucked hard against his desk. I swallowed hard and watched him as he pulled my thong and pants back up. He placed another kiss on each of my hip bones.
“I’ll be by your place at eight.”
“What?” I couldn’t think clearly. I had no idea what he was talking about. But I wasn’t going to protest, I wanted to see him as much as possible.
“To meet Melissa, remember?” He stood and placed his hand gently on my cheek. “That’s tonight, right? I’ll bring dessert.”
“Oh.”
“Brownies or something, Penny.” He traced my lips with his thumb. “Not me this time.”
I smiled. “Sorry, I’m having a hard time thinking straight.”
Professor Hunter smiled back at me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispered.
I looked longingly into his eyes. “I know that I’ll never get enough of you.” I loved him. There was no doubt in my mind. I loved him so much.
Wednesday
Last time Professor Hunter had been here I hadn’t known he was coming. So I wanted to make sure my dorm room looked better this time. I grabbed the last piece of clothing on the ground and tossed it in my hamper.
“Geez, hasn’t he been here before?” Melissa was watching me.
“Yeah, but I don’t want him to think I’m messy.”
“But you are messy.”
I put the bottle of Windex down on my bureau. “I guess you’re right.”
“Is there anything else I should know?”
“About Pro… I mean, James?”
“Ew, do you call him Professor Hunter?”
“No,” I lied. I could feel my face turning crimson.
“You’re so weird.”
“Melissa, please don’t embarrass me.”
“I promise that I’m not on a mission to embarrass you. But I do have some questions for him. If I happen to mortify you along the way…”
“Melissa.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior.” She lifted her hands in the air, pretending to surrender.
I didn’t believe her for a second. My phone buzzed and my stomach rose to my chest. I grabbed it and read his text. “He’s here.”
“So go let him in.” Melissa crossed her legs on her bed.
I gave her one last pleading look and went to go let Professor Hunter in. I opened the back door to our building. He was standing there in a leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt. He truly looked like a college student, the most handsome college student in existence. It had started to rain, which made his hair glisten. He stepped inside and kissed me.
“Penny,” he whispered.
“James,” I said breathlessly. My knees felt like jelly.
“Is she excited to meet me?”
“I think so.”
“You don’t seem very confident.” He had a playful grin on his face.
“It’s just that she can be kind of intense. Please just remember how much I like you.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad. I brought brownies.” He held up a pan covered with aluminum foil. Brownies were second only to condoms on my list of favorite things that come in foil.
“I’d rather have you.” I was feeling bold, a feeling I knew would disappear as soon as we walked into my dorm room.
“Maybe later. Right now, I promised to meet your friend.” He pulled back and put his hand out for me. I let him lead the way up the stairs to my room. I took a deep breath as I opened the door.
“So you’re the elusive Professor Hunter?” Melissa asked.
I closed the door behind us, hoping that no one on our floor had heard her.
Professor Hunter gave Melissa a charming smile. “Please, call me James. And you must be Melissa.” Professor Hunter put out his hand for Melissa to shake.
Melissa hesitated a moment too long and then shook his hand. She was being awful on purpose. Letting them meet was looking like a terrible idea already.
“I brought brownies.” Professor Hunter lifted the pan in the air.
“Yum! Did you bake them yourself?” Melissa asked.
Professor Hunter paused. “No. I doubt they’d be edible if I had.”
“You don’t cook?”
“Not very often.” Professor Hunter scratched the back of his neck. He looked so uncomfortable. I wound my arm around his.
“He has a personal chef,” I offered. Could this be any more awkward? Melissa was going to spend the whole night rapid firing questions at him.
“Very fancy,” Melissa said. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “It’s strange, I never pictured a professor in our dorm room.”