The Professor Forbidden Claim

SIENNA'S POV “Come in” He gestured for me to step in. I did, the door clicked shut behind me and the room drowned out the hallway noise. It was just us now. The hotel room smelt like expensive leather and fancy cotton sheets, with tall glass windows that gave a glittery view of the city. While I was up there about to do something irreversibly stupid. My heartbeat was so loud, I could have sworn he could hear it from across the room. I stood near the foot of the bed. I hadn’t planned to end up here, I just walked into that bar after another fight with Dad about the engagement date getting moved up, I ordered something strong, and this guy looked at me like I was the only person in the room. The next thing I knew we were in the elevator, with our hands roaming everywhere, our lips entwined and now we were here. He leaned against the wall by the window, with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, and one ankle crossed over the other like he had all night to wait for me. His hair was all black, but messy from my hands in the elevator. His chin—oh God, it looked like it had been chiseled by angels, and his piercing blue-gray eyes that looked like if looks could f**k, I would be undone by now. “You looked like you were about to bolt,” he said in a low voice. “Having second thoughts?” I swallowed. “Maybe. This was insane.” “Was it?” He pushed off the wall and slowly walked towards me. “You dragged me in here, kissed me with everything in you and now you're scared?” “I’m not scared.” That was a blatant lie. “I was just…this isn't me.” He stopped when he was close enough that I could feel his body heat. “Then who are you tonight?” The girl whose dad just signed her life away to some rich asshole she’d never properly met. The girl who was about to be locked away in a marriage. The girl who came to this bar to feel something—anything—before it all disappeared. “I am the girl who wants to forget everything for one night,” I said quietly. His smile turned darker. “Then let’s make you forget.” His hands slid to my waist and pulled me toward him. His hard chest. Hard everything. I gasped when I felt how ready he already was through his pants. His lips found mine and he kissed me again, slower and deeper this time. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I moaned into him. I grabbed his shirt and yanked it open more. The buttons popped out and he groaned as he walked me back until my calves hit the bed. I sat down and he followed my movement, but never broke the kiss. He used his knee to nudge my thighs apart so he could settle between them. When he finally pulled back, my lips felt swollen. “Take the dress off,” he said in a commanding tone. My fingers trembled as I reached for the zipper at my side. The dress slid down my shoulders and stopped at my waist. My black lace bra and matching thong were left in open view for his eyes. My n*****s were hard underneath the material. He looked at me and I could see the desire in his eyes. “So f*****g beautiful,” he muttered. Then—he dropped his mouth to my neck and sucked on it, I was certain it would leave a mark I’ll have to hide tomorrow. I gasped and arched my body into his mouth. His hands slid up my ribs, as his thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts. “These are perfect.” He cupped them and squeezed gently, then—harder. “So f*****g responsive.” He unhooked my bra with one hand and tossed it aside. The cool air hit my n*****s, and then—his mouth. His tongue circled one n****e and he bit down on it. I let out a breathy whimper. “Oh god—” “Not god, sweetheart.” He switched to the other breast, sucking it even harder. “Just a man who knows exactly what you need tonight.” I ran my hands through his hair and tugged at it. I rocked against nothing as my hips sought friction. He chuckled against my skin. “Patience darling. Patience.” But he didn’t make me wait for long. He pushed me down on the bed and dragged the rest of my dress all the way off. He hooked his fingers on my thong and pulled it down my legs slowly. “Spread for me,” he said. And I did. He looked down and for a minute his eyes darkened. “f**k. You're dripping already.” Embarrassment took over my cheeks, but the way he stared at me, made my c**t throb harder. He spread my lips with his thumbs and stared. “Look at this pretty cunt. So wet it's shining.” I whimpered. He leaned in and I could feel his breath on me. “Tell me what you want.” “Lick me,” I breathed. “Please...” “Good.” He licked me from entrance to my c**t in one long stripe, I bucked hard and moaned loudly. He chuckled against me. “You’re so sensitive.” He sucked my c**t into his mouth, he was gentle at first, then harder. His tongue licked harder over my tip. He slid one finger inside me. Then two, and crooked them, that move hit my g-spot. “Oh f**k—right there—” He pumped into me slowly, while his thumb was still working my c**t. I cried out and gripped the bedsheets in pleasure, grinding my hips against his face. He hummed in approval, and the vibration pushed me closer to climax. “I’m—oh f**k—I’m gonna—” “c*m,” he commanded against my c**t. “Give it to me.” And I did. I arched my back and clamped my thighs around his head, I moaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My juices coated his face, fingers and chin. But he didn't stop and kept finger and face f*****g me through the aftershocks until I was trembling and begging. When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glossy. He stood up and stripped. His c**k sprang free, it was everything I could have ever imagined—thick, veined, and hard. I could see pre-c*m already leaking from the tip. He stroked himself slowly, whilst watching me watch him. “Condom?” I managed. “It’s on the nightstand. But I want you to put it on me.” My hands shook as I reached for the foil packet and tore it open, I rolled it down his c**k feeling every inch of him. God, he was so big. He groaned. “f**k, your hands feel good.” Then he hovered over me, and his weight pressed me into the mattress as his c**k nudged my entrance. “Hey, eyes on me,” he said. I obeyed. He pushed in slowly at first, stretching me out and filling me inch by inch. We both moaned. I was so full. Then he bottomed out, as his hips flushed against mine and he stilled. “You okay?” I nodded frantically. “Move…please.” He did, slowly at first—pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in deep. Each thrust in hit every nerve in my body and my legs wrapped around his waist. “Harder,” I gasped. He obliged and pounded into me harder now, and soon enough my moans turned into cries. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and f****d me harder in an even deeper angle. He hit my g-spot again and again. “f**k—yes—right there—” “You wanna c*m again?” he growled. “Yes—f**k—don’t stop—” His hand slipped between us and he rubbed on my c**t with his thumb. That was all it took. I came again, this time screaming his namelessness, tightening around his d**k. He f****d me hard through it, and finally came inside me with a groan. We stayed locked together, panting and sweating. After a long minute he eased out, disposed of the condom and pulled me against his chest. I traced lazy lines on his skin and he kissed my forehead. We stayed like that for a minute, then he shifted, got up and started dressing. I watched him and I sort of felt disappointed. He glanced back at me. “You good?” “Yeah.” That was also a lie, a part of me wanted him to stay. He buttoned his shirt and smirked. “That was one hell of a night.” “Yeah.” He headed to the door, then paused. “Take care of yourself.” Then he left. He was gone, I layed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, my p***y was still sore and satisfied. This was my last night being a free person. Because by tomorrow I'd be engaged.