The forbidden classes

Desire

Chapter

The sound of footsteps cut through the heavy silence like a knife. Your heart stuttered, and Chloe’s eyes widened in panic. Someone’s coming. The thought snapped you both into action. You shoved your c**k back into your pants, the wet heat of her cunt still clinging to you as you zipped up with trembling hands. Chloe scrambled off the desk, her skirt falling back into place just as the door creaked open.

“Professor Finch?” A voice called out, hesitant and unfamiliar.

You turned, your face a mask of composure, though your pulse thrummed like a drumbeat in your ears. A student stood in the doorway, clutching a stack of papers. “I was looking for Professor Thompson. Is he here?”

You cleared your throat, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you. “No, he left hours ago. Try his office tomorrow.”

The student nodded, oblivious to the tension in the room, and ducked back out, the door closing softly behind him.

The moment the latch clicked, the air between you and Chloe crackled again. She leaned against the desk, her chest rising and falling as if she’d just run a marathon. Her green eyes locked onto yours, and there was no mistaking the hunger in them. “That was close,” she murmured, but her tone wasn’t one of fear—it was pure adrenaline, mixed with something darker, more daring.

“Too close,” you replied, though your body betrayed you. Your c**k was already hardening again, straining against the fabric of your pants. You couldn’t help it. The way she looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, was intoxicating.

She took a step toward you, her hips swaying with deliberate intent. “Do you regret it?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

Your jaw tightened. Yes. No. I don’t know. The answer was a tangled mess in your mind, but your body knew exactly what it wanted. “Don’t ask me that,” you said roughly, your eyes dropping to her parted lips.

Chloe closed the distance between you in one fluid motion, her hands sliding up your chest and curling around the back of your neck. “Then don’t think,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “Just feel.”

Her mouth crashed into yours, desperate and demanding. You groaned into the kiss, your hands gripping her hips as you pulled her flush against you. Her body was electric, every curve pressing into you like a brand. You could feel the heat radiating from her cunt even through her skirt, and it made your c**k ache with need.

She ground against you, her moan vibrating through your chest. “f**k me again,” she begged, her voice trembling with desire. “Please.”

You didn’t hesitate. You spun her around and bent her over the desk, her ass pressing against your groin as you hiked up her skirt. Her panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her folds as you tugged them down her thighs. “God, you’re wet,” you muttered, running your fingers along her slit.

She shuddered, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. “It’s all you,” she gasped. “You make me this way.”

You didn’t bother with foreplay this time. You unzipped your pants and freed your c**k, the tip already glistening with pre-c*m. You pressed it against her entrance, savoring the way she gasped and pushed back against you. Then, with one fierce thrust, you buried yourself inside her.

Chloe cried out, her cunt clenching around you like a vice. “Yes,” she moaned, her voice breaking as you started to move. You gripped her hips and f****d her hard, each thrust driving you deeper into her tight, wet heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her whimpering cries and your ragged breaths.

“You feel so f*****g good,” you growled, your fingers digging into her hips as you pounded into her. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and the sight of it drove you wild. You reached around and cupped one of her t**s through her blouse, pinching her n****e until she gasped your name.

“Professor,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Please… don’t stop.”

You had no intention of stopping. You could feel her cunt tightening around you, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. You leaned over her, your chest pressing against her back as you whispered in her ear. “Come for me, Chloe.”

Her whole body stiffened, and then she was screaming your name as she came, her cunt milking your c**k with wave after wave of pleasure. The feeling was too much. With a grunt, you slammed into her one last time and came hard, spurting your c*m deep inside her.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You stayed like that, your bodies pressed together as you both caught your breath. Finally, you pulled out and straightened up, your c**k slick with her juices and your c*m dripping down her thighs.

Chloe turned to face you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with satisfaction. “That was…” she trailed off, a smirk curving her lips.

“Dangerous,” you finished for her, though the word felt inadequate to describe what had just happened.

She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down your chest. “Worth it,” she murmured, before leaning in to kiss you again.

But before your lips could meet, the sound of voices outside the door froze you in place.

“s**t,” Chloe whispered, her eyes darting toward the door.

You grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stacks of books. “Quick,” you hissed, shoving her behind a tall shelf just as the door opened again.

Through a gap in the books, you watched as two students walked in, their conversation filling the silent room.

Chloe pressed herself against you, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “Do you think they can hear us?”

You glanced down at her; mischief sparkled in her bright green eyes. A slow grin spread across your face as you realized exactly what she was implying, sending a thrill of danger spiraling through your chest and right between your legs