The New Professor
Our clothes fell to the floor one by one as our kisses grew hungrier and wilder. I completely lost myself, surrendering him the freedom to do as he pleased. He grasped my waist once more, firm but gentle, as if handling a fragile piece of shattered glass. He pinned me against the wall, his lips trailing down my neck, pressing kisses along the curve of my shoulder.
He swept me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style, and laid me gently on the bed. I let myself sink into the soft mattress, and there I saw his perfect, muscular body more clearly than before. He climbed on top of me, pinning my hands against the headboard. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressed against my thigh.
“You’re as great as the first time I tasted you, Eris…” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine.
He unhooked my bra as his tongue traced a slow path downward until it reached my breasts. His hands began to caress me gently while the other traveled lower to my waist.
“You’re so damn f*****g hot, baby,” he murmured huskily before kissing my neck again. He paused to lick the sensitive skin, the sensation so intense that I couldn’t help but claw at him, powerless to pull my hands away.
It was as if I gave him permission to pleasure me that way, and he rewarded himself with a wide, satisfied grin.
I rolled my eyes, and by some chance, my gaze fell directly between the waistband of his boxers. I swallowed hard at the clear outline of his still-hard length inside. I heard his soft chuckle and quickly turned my eyes elsewhere.
“Shock, huh?” I could hear the grin in his voice.
He settled on top of me again, and I felt his hardness pressing deeper against me, igniting a fire that made me moan softly as he moved faster, stroking the core of my womanhood.
He cupped my breasts firmly while his tongue traveled downward, exploring my body. I gasped in surprise when I felt his tongue swirling around my navel. Unable to resist any longer, he tugged my cycling shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them aside carelessly.
“Damn you. I want to taste every inch of you right now,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers only to bring them to his lips. He licked them like savoring ice cream, eyes locked on mine, filled with lust.
“You taste so sweet, but I want more, baby.”
He pulled me to the corner of the bed, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between my thighs. Only restrained moans escaped as I felt his lips brush against my most intimate place.
I grabbed the pillow beside me and pressed it firmly against my face, biting down hard to stifle the sounds that threatened to break free every time his tongue stroked me. I was losing myself in the sensations—he was trying to delve deeper with his tongue.
“f**k! Ugh!”
I clawed at him, trying to stop him, but he was too strong. He held both my legs firmly to keep me still as he continued.
His tongue slid in and out of me while his long, thick fingers gently stroked my slick folds. I arched my back, gripping his shoulders so tightly my nails almost dug in, the tension inside me building unbearably. I felt close to the edge—then suddenly, he stopped.
“Oh my f*****g God!” I cried out in lust, feeling myself close to release.
I think he understood because he thrust harder and faster, biting his lower lip as he did.
As I felt a warm rush escape me, I also felt his own release fill me deep inside. I looked into his dark hazel eyes—both of us breathless, locked in a heated gaze.
He smirked and pulled me into a kiss, burying himself in my neck before whispering something huskily in my ear.
After that, I immediately got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
“Are we still on for next week?” He stood up and immediately wrapped an arm around my waist. “Same time and place?”
I tilted my head and quickly turned away when he leaned in to kiss me again. Ignoring his question, I went on dressing. In the mirror, I could clearly see his eyes fixed on me.
“I have an exam next week. I can’t,” I replied curtly, slipping into my blouse and grabbing my handbag.
Yvo kept staring. From the look on his face, it was as if he didn’t want to accept my answer. I met his gaze and raised a brow.
“You can’t be a hindrance to my studies, Yvo. Besides, I know you’ve got plenty of others lined up,” I said firmly, turning my back on him.
But before I could reach the door, he grabbed my arm and spun me around roughly. I squeezed my eyes shut when he suddenly shoved me against the wall, my back hitting it hard.
“But you’re the one I want, Eris,” he said, his eyes burning with desire. His grip on my arm tightened, and his other hand began to slide down to my waist.
Fear pricked at me, but I stood my ground. I knew that the moment I showed him the fear he was so desperate to see, it would be the signal for him to take advantage of me.
Which will never happen.
“Let go of me. f**k you,” I spat through clenched teeth and shoved him away. “This will be the last time.”
I left that hotel in a hurry and headed straight to my afternoon class. I hadn’t planned on going in—too tired and too lazy—but this girl had been calling me non-stop just to tell me our new professor had finally arrived.
I was still at the gate when I spotted Megan’s wide grin as she waved at me. She quickly ran up and hooked her arm through mine the moment she reached me.
“Guess what,” she began, and we started walking together toward the university.
“What?”
“Our new professor… I mean our new young professor. Word is, he’s extremely decent and well-respected,” she gushed.
I frowned, watching the male students we passed who let their gazes linger on me. Fortunately, I was already used to this kind of behavior from men.
“So? What’s so special about him? You seem interested,” I remarked, since she’d been bringing him up for days.
Megan waved to someone she knew before answering.
“I’m just curious. They say he’s handsome, too. Aren’t you curious?” she shot back.
I’m not.
Well, I wasn’t.