Forbidden Cravings (A Steamy Passionate Collection)

007. Dripping For Professor Nathan 7

~NORA~

By the time I entered the lecture hall, classes had already begun.

Everywhere was filled to the brim.

I'd carried my disoriented and wobbling self into the lecture hall in high hopes that Professor Nathan hadn't gotten here, because I knew he had to go home and freshen up after the back-to-back s*x he had.

But here he was, standing behind the podium, his stance powerful, and gaze probing hard against me.

It was as though he was deliberately staring at me like that, trying to ruin that self-composure that was hanging by a thread.

"You're late, Miss Dilton." The sound of his voice took me right back to the time when he came apart in my mouth, his loud groan hitting all corners of the room. I shivered at the memory.

Glancing up, with no excuse on my lips, I caught the twitching of his lips like he knew what he was doing to me. Yeah, he did. Especially with the way he was eye-f*****g me right now.

"Your seat, please?" He gestured towards that particular spot I liked sitting. Nodding vigorously, I trudged my way towards my seat like a sheep being led to the slaughterhouse.

My panties were drenched by the time I made it to the seat, only to meet Olivia's hard glare.

"Why didn't you open the door for me when I was knocking?" She quizzed before my ass cheeks barely hit the sheet. I was aware of Professor Nathan's eyes on me as the soft timbre of his voice invaded my senses, distracting me from looking for the perfect answer to give to Olivia.

"Um, I didn't—" I started, not having the faintest idea of what I was about to say.

Olivia cut me off with a firm shake of her head. "Bestie, don't even try to deny that. I knocked and knocked till my knuckles screamed."

I burst into a soft chuckle, my gaze turning pleading in an instant. "I'm sorry. I was in the bathroom."

"Surely, you can hear me from the bathroom. Unless you—" her gaze turned suspicious and my breath hitched. Did she hear us by any chance?

"Have you decided to try m**********g?" She asked, a gasp escaping her lips, her gaze slightly widening. "You did, didn't you? That's why you look so flushed."

"It's not like that. I—"

"So, this is how you catch up on the lessons you missed, Miss Dilton." I flinched back as his voice hit very close to my ears, evidence that he was close by.

I gulped, feeling his intense gaze rake all over the sundress I wore. Not just any sundress, but the sleeveless and a bit skimpy type.

I knew I was asking for trouble, but what was I if not trouble?

"You're getting detention after this class."

"Detention after this class?" I echoed, voice breaking mockingly, while a part of me rejoiced at the idea of being alone with him... again.

"But I'm not the only one—" He held his hand, and my mouth slammed shut.

"You're the only one talking right now." He said crisply, turning without hesitation and heading towards the front row where I last caught him.

Whirling around, I threw Olivia a hard glare.

"No, don't look at me. I'm not the one who m*********d till she was shaking like a leaf." She said all that in a half-whisper, hand covering her mouth.

Crimson dusted my cheeks at the thought of the actual thing that was making my body shake. Yeah, I was spent, but the thought of possibly having his d**k buried inside me again made my p***y clench against itself, my n*****s rock hard that it ached.

I bit my lips as the scenario flashed through my mind. It was all I could do not to let a moan escape my lips. Damn, Girl!

By the time the class was over, my p***y was already pulsing in anticipation, my teeth biting hard on my lower lip to stifle the moan that was trying to escape my lips as a result of the constant twitching of my c**t.

I was soaked, needless to say. And to think I had been f****d back to back since last night. Damn, didn't know I had a high libido.

"Bye, girl..." Olivia threw me a mock smile as she headed out, probably thinking I was in trouble with the professor after she made me talk. Oh, only if she knew the kind of trouble...

His green eyes were fixed on me as everyone filed out till I was the only one sitting in the hall.

The hall was charged with thick s****l tension as the two of us kept eye-f*****g each other.

"Are you going to come up here, or are you going to make me ask?" His voice dropped to a low, sexy timbre that sent need curling through me.

I swallowed, eyes still feasting on him like a f*****g piece of meat. Leaning against the large mahogany desk located at the front row of the lecture hall, he looked every inch powerful and composed, especially with the way he shoved his hands in the pocket of his pants.

It seemed he knew just what he was doing, especially with him staring right back at me with such intensity that it left me wanting to melt under his arms.

But I wanted to drag this on a little further, to see how mad he could go about wanting me.

"Nora..." He called out in that breathy deep voice that sent my c**t into a twitching mode. I bit my lips as the excitement of the whole thing started building its way up from the pit of my stomach.

"I'm sorry, Professor Nathan. I thought we were here for detention, no?" I put on my most innocent look, enjoying the way his brows gradually knitted, as though he was trying to work me out but failing

Then he eased off the desk, slowly and deliberately, every movement facilitating the drenching of my p***y.

God, what this man does to me..."

"The only detention happening is your ass bouncing on my lap as your dirty little cunt stretches against my big cock." His voice had turned rough around the edges, as we advanced towards me. Like a predator reaching for his prey. Well, I'd gladly be whatever he wanted me to be.

By the time he got to my seat, I was already drenched, and I bet the seat was too. My p***y was literally wet by just seeing him in that raw, alluring masculinity that set him apart from the rest of the guys I had been with.

"You wanna be difficult, Nora?"

I shook my head at his question, my teeth still digging into my lips as I gazed up at him.

"Now, stand up and pull off, will you?"

Holding my hand, he led me up and turned me swiftly around, yanking up my dress and pulling down the panties.

It was a relief that he didn't rip it off

But before my mind could wrap around that thought fully, he thrusted inside of me with the speed that made me gasp.

"f**k!" He groaned, and almost immediately, picked up pace, slamming in and out while I milked his c**k effortlessly, my body already vibrating.

"God, yes!!" He pounded into me so fast that I saw stars while his hand cupped my breasts, flicking my n*****s at the same time.

The double jolt of sensations made straight for my core, causing my knees to buckle.

Pussy dripping, stretching, unclenching, I hit the orgasm so fast and my vision blurred.

His groans and grunts matched my screams as I buckled against him, holding tightly against the desk to avoid falling apart.

I collapsed on the desk with him still stroking my n*****s and vibrating with heightened grunts. Then he filled my p***y with his c*m, causing a contented smile to cross my lips.

From the way I was seeing it, this would be an everyday affair.

And Professor Nathan, was mine, to f**k and enjoy.