old money | AU professor old man Logan

Logan didn’t know how his life got to this point. He was a scholar. He was well respected in the community. Everyone viewed him as having a good character. Hell, he was the head of his department and his peers looked up to. 

But all of that went down the drain the day he met her. 

That damned girl. She was like a siren and he was so quick to fall for her tune to lure him to his death. 

Only, that if this is what his death was going to feel like, he didn’t feel all that bad being condemned for his naivety. 

“God damn, sweetheart.” 

He was too old for this shit. Hell, his back was screaming at him to stop but he couldn’t, not with the sounds she was making. 

“Come on, professor, you can do it.” That siren’s voice egged him on, driving his hips harder. He swore her off many times. Cursed her. Exercised her out of his life. But he could never really get her out of his system. 

“Fuck–” He was trying to stay quiet, he really was. But with the temptress sprawled over across his desk, he couldn’t keep his own self in check. 

“Come closer, professor,” She tried to talk through her moans, her hands reaching out towards him. He wanted her out of his life but knew he could never let her go.

She reached for his tie, pulling him closer to her. 

Fuck, he really should stop, especially with her body spread out over the essay’s he was supposed to be grading. 

But he heard her dainty knock on his door and knew he wouldn’t be getting any work done. 

“I should shut you up, sweetheart.” He heard himself grunting, his eyes glued to her bouncing breasts. Turns out the dress she had on when entering his office was meant to be thrown at his feet. It looked so much better off of her knowing she was wearing nothing underneath. 

Like he said, a damn temptress. 

“You’d miss my voice too much,” His hand now reached where they joined, his thumb relentlessly rubbing at her most sensitive spot. He felt her legs trapping him in but he didn’t care. 

All things that he once cared about; his reputation, the essays he needed to grade, and even his desk that probably couldn’t handle anymore–he didn’t care about. He cared only about one thing. Knowing how he could stay inside of her forever. 

His hips continued to ground into her, ignoring the aching in his lower back. He watched as her face twisted with her soft moans. He watched as she still tugged on his tie, wanting–no, needing him closer to her. He watched what he did to her, knowing that when his head and body was finally done with her over his desk, he would regret even letting her in. He would need to rush to finish grading. He would eventually have to explain to the dean why he needed a new desk and hope to God that he didn’t ask how he broke it. 

“Professor,” Her voice shook and he knew what that meant. She was nearly over that edge. That’s when he halted his hips and his handiwork. 

“What are you doing!” Her voice was low, considerate enough to not get them caught but her body said otherwise. She wiggled underneath him, trying to fuck herself on him. She tried to get any friction she could get but he couldn’t let her finish, not yet. 

“If I let you cum, then you’ll leave.” His voice was hoarse, denying himself being harder than he thought. 

“Please… I’ll be good, I promise.” She whined from underneath him. 

“That’s not the problem, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes falling to his cock. He could she that she was soaked. He prayed to God that she didn’t get any of his papers wet. He would have to keep them for himself. 

He snapped out of his head when she stopped wiggling. 

“Oh, you want to stay in there forever, is that it?” She batted her eyelids up at him, trying her best to talk through the lust–the desire that was dripping out of her. 

“Can you blame me? That pretty little thing knows how to take care of me.” He licked his lips, regretting not putting his mouth to it first. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to cover her moans up. 

She sat up, her face only an inch from his. He hated how she looked at him. She knew he was wrapped around her finger. She knew he would fuck her as long as she wanted. No matter how many time he needed to end things. 

“Make me cum, professor, so you can keep grading. I know how badly you love your job.” She shoved him back, making him slip out of her. 

God, no, he needed to be inside of her again. 

He felt his chair at the back of his legs then her hands over his shoulders, guiding him to sit down. 

“I know how badly you want to stay true to your students.” He sat back as he watched her. He could feel her wetness dripping all over him but to see it sliding down her thighs, he wasn’t sure if he could deny himself any longer. 

“I know how badly you want to be the perfect professor.” She straddled him now, his hands instinctively going to her waist. He regretted stopping. He needed to fuck her. Hard. He needed to get his fix of her. 

He could feel her fingers running through his hair now, laying his head back as she slid down on his cock. He grunted loud, clenching his teeth. 

“Sweetheart, I need to cum.” 

“I know you do, professor.” She slowly lifted her hips, that glazed and drunken look falling over her eyes again. “But I think it’s my turn to finish this lesson.” She slammed down on his cock, making his eyes flutter shut.

No. No, he wanted to look at her. He needed to watch her fuck him. He needed to remember every moment he could in case this ended too shortly. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” He talked her through it. “Ride me just like that.” 

“I don’t want this to affect my grade, Professor Logan. I’m not that kind of girl, you know that, right?” 

“I-I know, dear.” He could feel himself nearing the edge. “Please–” He spit out. 

“You know how much I love your class.” She threw her head back, following the pace he set with his hands now, guiding her body up and down. 

“I know, fuck, I know.” He hissed, fastening her pace. 

“I’d be a shame to fail your class. You’d be stuck with me all over again.” She broke out of his set rhythm, going faster and rougher. She knew what she wanted and she went for it. That’s what got him off about her. Why he couldn’t get enough of her no matter how badly he shouldn’t. 

“Oh, fuck,” He couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” He could feel himself spilling inside of her. It wasn’t even a second until he could feel her tighten around him. 

He held her close as she rode him. It reminded him of a bull ride. She didn’t care if she almost fell off, she was finishing the job. 

But he wouldn’t let her fall. Not when she felt this good. 

“Fuck, professor,” Her voice was drawing him in again. He wanted to tie her to his bed and never let her leave. He wanted her to himself. Which were dangerous thoughts. 

She wasn’t only his student, she was much younger than him. 

When he tried to tell her no the first time, all she told him was that she liked older men. That they knew how to handle her. How to tame her. 

He found his cock deep inside her throat not even a minute later. 

When the both of them finally got what they wanted out of each other, she planted her lips against his lips, her fingers tugging on his beard. She moaned against him, moving her hips a little more. 

He pulled away, groaning. “If you keep that up, I’ll never get any work done.” 

He knew the routine by now. She got what she wanted out of him and left him before he could stuff himself back into his pants. 

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, Professor.” She hummed, her lips pressing against his again. 

He found himself kissing her back. He actually kissed her back. He wasn’t fighting her to leave. He wasn’t trying to find excuses in case any of his colleagues questioned why he had a student this late in the day.

When he was still in that thought, she ripped away from him.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow morning.” She stood from his lap, leaving him open and exposed. He watched her as she bent over, giving him a taste of her backside as she plucked her dress from the floor. 

He watched her carefully as she slid the fabric over her body, not bothering to wipe his seed leaking out of her. 

Before he could think to say anything else, he found that he was alone in his office again. 

The next morning was rough for him. He woke up with a hard cock that a cold shower didn’t seem to help go away. He was already annoyed, needing to take care of himself with the freezing water beating against his sore back. He found himself picturing her, bent over his desk again, only this time, he had her face down, grading his papers. 

After his rough morning, it got rougher. His coffee wasn’t strong enough, his back still ached, and he never finished grading his papers. 

“Good morning,” He greeted his class, hating the fact that he knew they were all rolling their eyes internally. He was grumpy this morning and they knew it. 

“I’ll need more time to grade your papers–”

“You said they would be done by today–” 

He wanted to punish himself, reacting to her voice. That sultry voice that he knew would tempt him all over again. 

“I’ll get them done by today.” He looked up at her, noticing that she was wearing another dress and he knew there was nothing underneath again. He just knew it. 

From that point on, he had to stand behind the podium, hiding his hard cock and all the ways he was thinking about punishing her.