Wild Desires: My Professor My Lover

Chapter Six: Panic's Ugly Head

Mia's POV

"That is where I want your hand to be. Yes! Take it further down" I heard my own voice reverberate through the dark hall as his hand found one of my n*****s.

I could not entirely make out his face in the darkness, but I knew with whom I was pressed against a wall. My insides throbbed and yearned for him to fill me.

"Do you like this very much?"

He asked as his hand went down to my belly button. I was trembling and straining against the generous bulge of his manhood and I wanted him inside me just as soon as possible.

"Yes!" I cried, my voice too hoarse for me to recognize.

I was thrusting my hips against his hardness as he pinned me even harder to the wall. He was breathing fast, his breath fanning my neck. He nibbled on my earlobes and I felt my legs begin to give under the force of the pleasure.

"I want to bury my member deep inside of you, Mia. I don't want to let you go, ever."

He growled against my ears. I nodded wantonly, his voice causing shivers all over my body.

"Yes, please don't let me go. Take me now, Rodney. Please," I begged.

He chuckled. A wicked chuckle that sent new waves of pleasure down my spine. His hand slipped into my panties and I called his name. More than once.

He responded with a growl. "Let me take you this one night and I won't let you go again." He said with a solemn promise.

"Yes, yes." I agreed enthusiastically.

That was the last thing I heard myself say before his hard c**k came free from his trousers. I felt the tip of his shaft press against my bottom and I bit my lip, expectant.

He placed his hard c**k against my entrance and slammed into me when I woke up gasping and so turned on, I could feel my wetness dripping between my legs.

To say I was embarrassed when I woke up was an understatement. I had a wet dream about Rodney Malloy, and it didn't look like it was the last time it would happen. After his class the past week, he had never left my mind. I sat up in bed and looked over the nightstand. It was five in the morning. I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon.

Since the class with Doctor Malloy, he has infiltrated my dreams every single night. I knew I was in trouble, not because I wanted to be, but because I could not control my own feelings. I had not even told the girls that Rodney was the man I spent a night with, and I didn't know for how long I would keep that information to myself. Everything was driving me crazy.

Ever since that first class, I have always sat behind and buried my head in my palms, hardly paying attention and trying to avoid his intense gaze at me. It was hell because I did not want my eyes to meet his or for him to speak to me.

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The girls were as cheerful and chatty as they had always been.

Mag was all jubilant.

"He came at last! I can't believe he looks just like he was rumored to be!" She said, "Girls won't be paying total attention to Doctor Rodney, that's for sure. He's too attractive to be teaching mathematics. Take him to the bedroom where he belongs", She hollered excitedly.

Cassie laughed, too loud for my comfort. We were in the cafeteria and no one seemed to be paying us attention, but it did not mean that they could not hear us. But then, we were not the only ones talking about the new lecturer. Even the guys liked how he looked and said something about him.

"I would give anything to have him to myself if only for one night." Cassie said dreamily, her eyes drifting close, her teeth biting down on her lower lip.

"That's so much lust dripping from your voice. I wonder how the man would feel knowing that you all have these ugly intentions about him!" Mag replied, laughing.

"There is nothing dirty about how I feel about him. But then, I would not take a man like that seriously. He looks like he gets a lot of free coochies." Cassie said dismissively.

It was not unlike her to lose interest suddenly in people. She could be dying to have a man in one moment and in the next, she would want nothing to do with him. I smiled but did not say anything to add to their conversation.

"Is there something you are not telling us?" Cassie asked, suddenly turning to me.

"What? Nothing." I refused.

"You know you have been a different person these past few hours, right?" She pressed on. I just shook my head.

"What, you haven't said anything about the new lecturer..."

"Oh, shut the hell up! He is not a god that you should always talk about."

I snapped. It was getting me testy, the whole conversation.

Cassie rolled her eyes and turned to Mag.

"I don't even talk about God that much." She grumbled. For minutes, we just drank milk shakes and chewed on burgers without words. And then it was time for another class. I felt my heart miss a beat. I sighed when I recalled that it was not Dr Rodney that was going to be in the class again.

"You know, girls, it was oddly exciting when the new lecturer proved that he is not only good-looking but also intelligent."

Mag said as she rose up, after a quick glance at her wristwatch.

"It is time for class," she said. I nodded and reached for my bag.

"I think talking about Dr. Rodney gets Mia really irritated. I'd like us to talk about him more often if you want, Mag!" Cassie said cheerfully as she joined Mag.

"I have no idea why she has been like that. It is amusing!" Mag agreed and they ran along, both giggling.

The girls did not know it yet, but I was about to get into deep s**t. Once he had the chance to be with me in the same place alone, he was going to say or do something to bring back the memories of the night I had spent with him and that was some horror that I wished I could evade. It was troubling that I had had a night with my lecturer. I felt like a w***e each time I recalled how wanton I had been that night, f*****g him with a new form of recklessness and abandon that was not usual of me. I wondered what he must think of me and what came to his mind when he recalled that I was his student.

Was he embarrassed like I was?

Dumb. He would not be. Men are not usually the ones to be embarrassed after a night with a pretty girl that ends up as their student.

If it came to the ears of the very many gossips in class that I had had something with Rodney, no matter how inconsequential, it was going to be on the lips of many for weeks.

I tried to avoid him as much as I could, skipping classes as much as I could and even if I attended, I would follow the first batch of students to rush out of the class. I made sure to avoid every hallway or path that would make us cross paths and I thought I was doing a great job until he found a way to fish me out.