i'll come to you, i'll come...
He felt like he was losing his sanity. No matter how hard he tried to drift away, he found she held onto him that much tighter. Her knuckles were white, gripping him so he wouldn’t go far. And he would never strive too far, not when he liked going back to her. She was the habit he couldn’t kick, no matter how bad he knew she was for him.
It was not only his job on the line but his name. Was he willing to tarnish everything he worked for just to get a taste of her? He could ruin his entire life and she could easily walk away, leaving him behind in the rubble.
He knew he had to make a list of reasons to keep space between the both of them.
Not only was his job and reputation in jeopardy, but she was also so much younger than him.
But when any part of him was inside of her, he seemed to forget all those reasons.
Her body fit perfectly around him like she was made for him. Her moans were music to his ears and when she pulled him closer to him, he seemed to want to give her the things she wanted.
“Professor!” She yelped when he slipped over her most sensitive spot. He regretted not tasting her last time so now, he would make sure he got his fill this time.
It was his knees screaming for him to stop this time, kneeling in front of her. He hummed against her, licking through the pain. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he was so much older than her. He didn’t care that she as his student. He didn’t even care that they weren’t in his office this time but instead in her room. He feared that she lived in one of the onsight dorms but when she informed him that she lived off-site, he was quick to give into her every need.
Now, that they weren’t hiding away in his office, he could hear every single noise she could give him.
“Maybe don’t call me that, darling,” He mumbled against her, groaning at her fingers now lost in his hair. He couldn’t help the smile against her before swirling his tongue again.
“L-Logan–” She complied, making his body shiver. He loved hearing his name on her lips. He loved hearing every little moan and whimper he could pull out of her.
“That’s it,” He grunted, fighting the urge to touch himself now. How could he not? After all, she looked so fucking pretty like this. Sprawled out in front of him, completely naked and moaning his name–his actual name. “That’s it, baby,” He mumbled again. He could feel her wetness sliding down his chin. She was absolutely soaked–just the way he liked.
“I’m going to cum–” Her legs tightened around his head, pulling his hair tighter.
He knew what that meant. He quickened his pace, reaching out one of his hands across her belly and up to her chest. He held one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing hard while her shallow breaths quickened. His other hand slid right under his mouth, easing his finger into her entrance. He wanted nothing more to get himself off but needed his hands full of her. He needed to feel every inch of her he could.
“Logan!” And just like that, he could feel her pulsing around his fingers, her moans filling his ears like a sinful melody.
He kept his pace up until her body stopped twitching, considering his job was done. Her moans died down, her legs releasing the grip around his head.
When he lifted his head, he found her spent and trying to catch her breath. A sense of pride washed over him, knowing that he should feel guilty. He should be feeling like he shouldn’t be here. That he shouldn’t have licked her clean or feel like her juices were lost in his beard. But he couldn’t. Not when she looked perfect lying there. He did that.
So, while he held onto that feeling, he groaned through the aches in his knees and stood up. He looked around, finding her clothes scattered over her floor. He loved it even more that she was completely bare for him while he was still in his clothes from a lecture.
He found himself not knowing what to do. After all, he’s never fucked her outside of his office, which was probably a good thing. His desk probably couldn’t handle another round before breaking…
“Where are you going?” Her voice interrupted him trying to fish out his keys of his pocket.
“I got papers to grade, remember, doll?” He licked his lips, trying to ignore the aching in his pants. If he kept tasting her on his lips, he would probably need the coldest shower known to man.
“You can’t leave yet, Logan,” She sat up, keeping her gaze on him. He kept his stature, trying not to get distracted from her tits now being pressed against him. “Do you have the papers with you?” She hummed, her fingers now tugging on his beard. He tried to keep his heart steady in his chest but it was hard. She just looked too delectable. He could be on his knees all fucking night if she let him. He would bury himself inside of her, keeping her up all night.
“I do,” His voice was hoarse, gesturing his head towards the briefcase he dropped at the door of her bedroom.
“Great!” She was now directing him towards the bed. She was quick to push him back, feeling his body bounce against he mattress she was just lying on.
“Sweetheart, what are you going?” His tone was wavering, watching her now climb on top of him. He tried to hide his excitement, finding his hands now on either of her hips. She straddled him perfectly, it being a sight to see.
“I’m helping you out, Logan.” He was still dressed, her hands now unbuckling his belt. “I know you had such a long day.” Her voice dropped a tone, licking her lips when she exposed his hard cock. It almost ached. He needed her badly.
“Fuck–” He groaned, feeling her hands working on him now.
“Oh, baby, you’re so hard.” She hummed, running her hand up and down him ever so slowly.
“Don’t tease–” He could feel his eyelids dropping but he fought against it, wanting to see every second of her working on him.
“I’m still so wet… I could easily just–” She adjusted her positioning, straddling him perfectly until his tip met her entrance.
He couldn’t help himself. She kept teasing him, pushing his cock only an inch inside of her. He thrusted his hips up, making her yelp in pleasure but she pulled out again.
“Now, don’t be unreasonable, Logan.” Her lips curled at his name like she enjoyed it way too much.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t ride me, I’ll flip you over and fuck you until you can’t speak anymore.” He grunted. He watched where they met, her sliding down only an inch more. Her hands went to his tie again, tugging on it until it loosened.
He watched as her teeth sank down into her bottom lip before starting to unbutton his shirt.
“I’ve never seen you with your shirt off, baby,” She groaned when she got a part of his chest exposed, his fingers running through his chest hair. She slid one more inch, not even sitting halfway down him.
“Sweetheart–please–” He heard himself pleading until he heard her giggling.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” She hummed before sliding down the rest of him. She moaned like a symphony on top of him, pushing herself to say, “I–I always forget how big you are, Logan.”
He could feel her squeezing around him, licking his lips. He could still taste her on his lips, grunting at her now riding him–hard. She didn’t hold back and it was exactly what he needed. He could feel her bed moving underneath him and all he did was roam his hands over her body.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” He managed to spit through gritted teeth. “Just like that–don’t stop.” He thrusted his hips up into her every so often, hearing her shouts every single time.
He was done for. He was completely lost in the labyrinth of her now.
He also wasn’t sure if that was a complete bad thing…
He could do this every day if he could. He could see himself stuffing her full every chance he got. Which was the problem. He shouldn’t have thoughts like that.
He just didn’t know how he could get it this good after her. Would he ever feel this good again? Would he ever feel this sick in the head for someone else?
Right when he refused to answer those questions, he was losing himself inside of her.
“God damn,” She groaned on top of him, finishing all over again on top of him.
They both rode out their highs until they both fell back in exhaustion.
He was getting too old to be fucking like this.
That was another thing. How often did men his age fuck like this? How often could they say that they had a women go feral on top of them? That they could get someone wet with just looking at them? Then again, that look he gave her was during his lecture but he was going to leave that part out for now.
Most men his age were too tired to even go at it like that. He admitted that yes, he probably should find a woman his own age but where was the fun in that? She–even if she was his student–could keep up with him. Hell, he found it hard to keep up with her at times…
“Grade your papers here.” Her whispered and spent voice ripped him out of her thoughts.
“What?” He turned his head to find her beside him, her eyes shut in a blissful exhaustion.
“Use the dining table,” She continued, sliding her hand into his open shirt, feeling across his broad chest.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart.”
“Grade your papers and when you’re done, you can fuck me on top of them again.” She licked her lips like the idea was getting her off again.
“Goddamn,” He muttered, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe his life.
The night of grading papers on her table was quick. But fucking her all over again on top of them took all night, rightfully so. He took his time with her, stuffing her full of his seed until she begged him for rest. After all, she had his lecture in the morning.
He regretfully spent the night with her. He woke up to her mouth on him which caused them both to arrive late on campus. He had to gather himself in his office, trying to shake off any sense of her still on him. He could practically smell her on him. He hoped that none of his students noticed that he was wearing the same suit as yesterday.
“Good morning,” He greeted the class with a much-needed coffee in his hand. “First of all, I have your papers graded,” He pulled them out of his briefcase. “But I regret to say that some of them are… ruffled. They got away from me last night.” He cleared his throat before taking the risk of glancing at her.
Of course, she sat innocently in her seat with a devilish smile on her face.
Oh, she was going to pay for that.