Kelly
The office door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in that dim, book-scented space. I sat on the edge of his desk, and my skirt hiked scandalously high.
Prof Will... god, even thinking his name made my clit throb, paced in front of me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, that massive bulge still straining his pants.
"You're playing with fire, Kelly," he growled, stopping inches away, his cologne making me lose my mind as he towered over me, chest heaving under his half-unbuttoned shirt, exposing a trail of dark hair leading south. My fingers itched to trace it.
"Me? You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me." I uncrossed my legs slowly, flashing my soaked lace panties, the cool air kissing my wetness. His eyes dropped down, pupils blowing wide, making a low groan rumbling from his throat. "Admit it, Prof. You want to taste."
He gripped the desk on either side of my hips, caging me, his breath hot on my neck. "Focus, Kelly. Here's the deal." His knee brushed mine under the narrow space. "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.
"Fuck... Kelly." His mouth crashed down in seconds, tongue invading, devouring. I moaned into him, grinding my soaked pussy against his thigh, chasing friction. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he cupped my breast, thumb circling the tip. Sparks shot straight to my clit... I was dripping, ready to beg.
But he pulled away, eyes wild, chest heaving. "Out, now. Before I bend you over this desk." Voice wrecked, he adjusted himself, wincing.
I slid off, legs shaky, smirking over my shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Will."
"Wait, study this." He slid a textbook across, his hand brushing mine. Electricity shot up my arm, straight to my core. My cunt throbbed instantly.
"Thanks, Prof." I stood, hips swaying as I took the book. His gaze dropped to my ass before he cleared his throat.
"Door's open for questions, Kelly." The way he said my name, husky... made butterflies dance in my stomach.
"I'll save it for later." As I left, his eyes devoured my ass swaying out the door.
Next night, I showed up at his sleek downtown apartment door at 7 sharp. Black mini-dress that hugged my curves, thigh-highs peeking out, no panties, just a secret throb. He answered in jeans low on his hips and a tee that hugged his abs. "Right on time. Impresses me." His voice rumbled, eyes darkening as he drank me in.
"Wouldn't miss it." I stepped inside. His place screamed bachelor... dim lamps, a half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. I loved the scent of his place, wood and spice making my mouth water. Modern loft: leather couch, city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.
He led me to the dining table piled with textbooks, I set my bag down, he helped me arrange my books, our arms brushed, goosebumps exploded. "Derivatives first." He stood behind me as I sat, his body heat pressing close, breathing warm on my neck.
I fumbled the pencil, "accidentally" dropping it. Bent to grab it, ass arching toward him. His hands gripped the chair back, knuckles white.
"Focus," he murmured, voice husky, thigh nudging mine. But his bulge strained against his jeans, inches from my shoulder.
"Sorry, Prof." I straightened, twisting to face him, my dress riding up. "Show me again?"
He leaned in, his hand over mine on the page, guiding strokes. His touch burned, cock twitching visibly. Sweat beaded on his temple. "Like this... slow, firm pressure."
My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh. "Mmm, yeah... harder?"
He froze, pulling back sharp, eyes dark. "Break, Would you like beer?"
"Yeah, sure." My phone lit up, A message from Jake: *Party at my place. You sure you don't wanna come?* Ignored. Only Will mattered.
In the kitchen, I heard bottles clinked. He returned, handed me one, fingers lingering. "You're trouble, Kelly."
"Trouble's fun." I sipped, pressing closer, tits grazing his arm. My nipples ached, begging.
He set his beer down, hands flexing. "This is dangerous." But he didn't move, gaze locked on my lips.
We returned to equations, the tension crackling. His foot hooked mine under the table, rubbing slowly. My clit pulsed in rhythm. "Getting it now?" he asked, voice strained.
"Almost... touch it here." I pointed, guiding his hand lower on the page, fingers inches from my hem.
He exhaled ragged, palm sliding to my thigh instead. Skin ignited. "Fuck," he muttered, squeezing.
I gasped, spreading wider. His thumb traced higher, brushing lace-less heat. "Prof..."
The door buzzer shattered it, the pizza guy. He walked away, cursing under breath, bulge throbbing as he paid.
Back at the table, he avoided my eyes. "Today's session is over."
I packed up reluctantly, he stood still, just watching. He walked me to the door, hand on my lower back, fingers pressing possessive. "Same time next week?"
"Can't wait, Prof." I brushed my lips near his cheek, leaving my scent. The door clicked shut; I heard him groan inside.
I left aching, in my car, my fingers rubbed my soaked pussy to the edge, whispering, "Soon, Will."
*Will*
Kelly's scent lingered... sweet, needy. I gripped the counter, my cock rock-hard, pre-cum staining my boxers. Divorced two years, I'd kept it locked down, but Kelly? no one likes her. She is my student and it's forbidden. But that tight hot body...curves begging to be gripped, and eyes promising sin. Fuck.
But replaying her ass arched at my board... I unzipped, stroking hard, grunting her name. Cum hit my fist, shame mixing with hunger. The next session would be game over, if I didn't lock it down.
