Stripped by the Professor_The Office Hours Series Page 5

  I thought I was going to lose my fucking head the moment our mouths crashed together. She made the most delicious little gasp, as if she was surprised at the ferocity of our kiss.

  Her tight, curvy body folded against mine and fit me perfectly, and I encircled her in my arms and never wanted to let her go.

  I backed her up against my car, and she moaned and clung to me, her breath rapid and her breasts heaving against me. I cupped my hands under her firm ass and lifted her, as she wrapped her legs around my hips and rocked against me, our bodies seeming to join as one entity.

  “Oh fuck, candy girl, I want you so much.” The guttural tone didn’t seem to come from my throat. She turned me into somebody I almost didn’t recognize, my passion for her so consuming and overwhelming. She was sweeping me under, a wave that dragged me deep into the pool of our desire and crashed me against the shores of our lust.

  I kissed her face, followed the fluttering line of her throat and down her chest to the swell of her breasts thrusting over the top of her shirt.

  Britt sighed and arched herself against me as I ran my hands down the front of her and found the edge of her skirt. I lifted it slowly and felt the silky heat of her thighs beckoning me, calling me like a siren song to her sweet pussy.

  “Oh, Lock.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “This feels so good—”

  She gasped as I nipped at the flesh on her neck and pushed her skirt higher, hooked my thumb in the delicate lace of her panties, and pulled.

  They slid to the side slowly, allowing me access to her sweet, soaking pussy. My finger dripped as I rose to kiss her again, claim her mouth as I slid inside of her trembling, dripping snatch.

  “You are so hot, candy girl,” I growled against her mouth and slid deeper inside of her. She clenched around me, and desperation to plunge inside of her overtook me. I needed to feel her hot cunt grip my aching cock like I needed air to breathe.

  Like I needed her.

  I finger fucked her, and she thrashed against me, her hair tousled and wild, dragging along my car as she arched her back and pushed herself into me.

  “Come for me, candy girl,” I commanded against her lips and felt the deep, throaty vibration of her crying out my name.

  “Lock,” she called for me. “Oh, Lock.”

  “Come on my finger. Flood me with your sweet juices. Come for me. Come for me…”

  Her entire body tensed, and she arched back like a strung bow about to spring into its release.

  “Candy girl.” I exhaled, my breath hot against her neck, and she came.

  Her entire body shuddered and flexed, twisted and writhed like she was on fire. She clung to me, her delicate fingers digging in and seeking purchase in my upper arms.

  I didn’t let up. I pressed my finger against her delicate, fluttering inner wall and rubbed my thumb on the peak of her clit. I was relentless, and as much as it gave her joy, it made my entire body ache to fuck her, to mark her, to shoot my load deep inside of her, making her mine.

  Desperation made me a madman of lust. I pulled my hand back and worked at my zipper. My eyes glazed with the heat of my need, and I fumbled to pull my cock out, to spread her cunt and fill her up with my desire.

  She relaxed in my arms, her body went limp, but as my zipper broke through the only noise in the garage, the sounds of our mutual breathing, she stiffened up. Britt pressed her hands against my chest and looked up at me, her eyes wide and full of fear. She blurted out the only thing that I could have imagined would have been able to stop me at that moment.

  “Lock, you need to know something. I’m a virgin.”

  I froze and stared at her as my brain slowly caught up to her words and I realized what she’d said.

  My beautiful sexy little stripper was a virgin.

  She had never been with another man.

  I smiled slowly and pulled my zipper back up, held her close, and kissed her gently to alleviate any of her fears.

  She was going to be mine, and only mine, in every sense of the word.

  And it couldn’t be any more perfect.

  Britt

  I felt like an idiot, such a fool. I wanted to go all the way with Lock. It was like my body no longer belonged to me, but I was terrified of what that meant. I had never even kissed anybody, and he’d moved his mouth on mine in a way that had turned my insides to liquid fire.

  And the way he’d lifted me up against his car, slipped his finger inside of me with his thumb on my clit—I thought I was going to die.

  I couldn’t breathe. I could only hear the rush of blood in my ears and the beating of our hearts throbbing together.

  The explosion of pleasure that rocked my body almost sent me over the edge into an abyss where I was no longer myself. I wasn’t in control, and I didn’t care.

  I wanted to give myself to him, mind, body, and soul.

  I already belonged to him. I could feel it in every cell, with every beat of my heart, and with every wave of lust and love that washed over me in the midst of my orgasm. I was his.

  But I needed him to be tender with me. To take me carefully because of my…virginity.

  I blurted it out, and that’s what made me feel like a fool, the way he pulled back and that unreadable look in his eyes.

  “Oh god, I’m sorry,” I moaned in horror. “I should have told you. I feel like such a weirdo, Lock. I’m sorry. Say something.”

  He slowly lowered me to stand in front of him, his massive, muscular frame towering over me as he gazed at me with burning eyes.

  “Don’t apologize, candy girl,” he said in a husky tone, thick with desire. “You’re…pure. Perfect.”

  He dipped his lips and kissed my neck, trailed his tongue along my sensitive flesh, and nipped at my earlobe until my breath hissed in between my teeth and my body threatened to explode again.

  With just a simple touch.

  How was I going to manage him taking my virginity and claiming my body? Making sure that I was his and his alone?

  He pulled back and lifted me into his arms, carried me like I was a delicate little doll, cradled me like I was his most precious prize.

  “I want to get you upstairs,” he growled against my lips, the deep vibration of his voice in his chest.

  “Take me there,” I replied, looking into his gorgeous green eyes. “Take me, Lock, and make me yours. I belong to you now. I want to be with you.”

  He strode across the parking garage toward a sleek, shiny elevator and pulled a card out of his pocket. Holding me close, he swiped it and slipped it back in.

  “I’ll have to get you one of your own, candy girl.” He shot me a crooked grin.

  “For your apartment?” I asked, my eyes widening as he hit the P button, penthouse, the top of the high rise. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I’m tired of being cautious and playing by the rules. The first night I saw you, I knew you were the kind of girl I would break those rules for. The kind of girl I’d been looking for without even realizing it.”

  “This is so crazy.” I exhaled slowly as the elevator swept us up to his place. “This is too fast. I have plans and didn’t think I’d find somebody—”

  “We both had plans, it seems.” He chuckled. “This kind of connection doesn’t give a shit about our plans though, does it?”

  My body thrummed with lust and my heart soared with love, and I couldn’t do anything but agree. “This is the kind of thing people write epic tales about.” I smiled, laying my head on his chest. “This is what people are searching for their entire lives, and we just fell into it.”

  “It’s a force we can’t fight, so why bother?”

  The doors opened, and I barely took in the marble floors, the expensive furniture, and the incredible views of the city spread out for us at our feet. I was too focused on Lock. He filled my vision and my senses. I wanted nothing else but the touch of him, the sight of him, the taste of him, and the scent of him.

  “Loc
k,” I moaned as he set me down and helped me kick off my shoes. “Make me yours tonight. Make me a woman.”

  “I want nothing more, candy girl.” He shrugged out of his jacket, kicking his shoes next to mine.

  He lifted me again, our mouths met, and our tongues entwined as he carried me up a curved staircase to the second floor. He kicked open a double door and walked across a plush, white carpet to a wide, dark wood bed.

  “Sit.” I pushed him onto the edge of the bed, drunk on the sudden power I had at my fingertips. I wanted to give him a show, a private dance, my last one…just for him.

  I was going to channel the joy I felt from dancing and use it to enhance the pleasure I felt from Lock’s touch, his attention.

  “Britt,” he rasped, his voice sounding almost pained as he watched me sway my hips. “Candy…”

  I was about to close my eyes like I normally did, to shut the viewers out of my private, sensual world, but I couldn’t. I stared right at Lock, our eyes frozen together in our fiery passion. I slipped out of my shirt—it had already been pulled down with Lock’s kisses so it was easy enough to take off—and I pushed up my breasts.

  My bra was black and lacey, and even though he’d seen my exposed breasts on stage, in the private rooms, and when I’d gotten changed back at the Silver Dollar Club, this was different.

  It was intimate, and it meant that everything in our world was about to change.

  I reached around and unhooked my bra, slid out of it, and felt a surge of confidence when Lock’s eyes fired up with need.

  “Oh, Britt, god damn…”

  He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and I could see his thick cock pressed down his thigh. I swayed and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my skirt, twisted and danced for him, and gave him the show of his life.

  “I can’t,” he groaned. “Dammit, Britt—”

  His hands grasped my hips, and he pulled me toward him. I landed directly on his lap, straddling his thick ridge. I gasped, and his sharp intake of breath matched mine. I knew things had just changed somehow.

  This was getting real. So very real and so very delicious.

  We kissed, our mouths against each other like we were already familiar, like we already knew each other’s bodies from top to bottom. Lock reached down and dragged my skirt off my hips, hooked my panties with his finger, and tore them away as if they were made of spider webs.

  I gasped as he stood, lifting me in his arms, turned around, and set me onto the bed.

  “I need to taste your sweet cunt, candy girl,” he said. “Spread your legs for me. Open yourself.”

  I wiggled back and obeyed him, let him place his huge hands on my thighs and spread them wide, exposing my most intimate place to him.

  He dropped to his knees as if in worship and exhaled lustily. He licked my inner thigh, nibbled and sucked until I groaned and threw my head back, pushing my hips toward him.

  “Lock,” I said breathlessly, that single word spoken in an act of love and yet carrying the weight of our future together in it. Lock in my mind was love, and I loved him, as crazy and reckless as it seemed.

  Before another thought hit my mind, Lock dipped between my legs and found the cleft of my pussy, my molten heat that seemed to have woken up just for him. He stabbed my clit with his tongue, and I gasped, bucked my hips and wove my fingers in the fabric of the comforter.

  “Oh, that’s so good,” I moaned as he slid a finger inside of me to fuck me slowly in rhythm with his relentless tongue.

  Heat coiled from somewhere deep inside me, the pit of my stomach, and burst forth throughout my body, racing along my limbs and torso like uncontained lightning.

  “Oh Lock, oh Lock,” I panted over and over, his name like a mantra, like the only thing that kept me in place and saved me from floating away on the waves of orgasm beginning to surge in the back of my head.

  He didn’t let up. His finger and tongue and lips and the essence of him and everything I felt built up until I plunged into a crashing abyss of joy and light, shuddering orgasm and screaming his name until my throat was hoarse from it.

  As my body finally released the tension and I eased the writhing and twisting on the bed, Lock slowed his touch until he withdrew from me. He pulled his tongue back, sliding it along my thigh, the plane of my stomach, the swell of my breast, the curve of my neck, and finally my mouth, where he kissed me.

  I tasted myself on his lips, my virginal juices coating his face and spreading my scent all over him, marking him as mine as much as I was his.

  “You are exquisite, Britt.” He sighed against my mouth. “My sweet candy girl, my love.”

  “I need you.” I dug my fingers into his back reflexively, pulling him hard against me as his body covered mine. His clothing frustrated me, and I suddenly found myself tearing at his shirt, his pants, desperate for his naked flesh on mine, inside of me.

  “What do you need?” He pulled back with a slightly amused expression. “Tell me what you need from me.”

  “I need you to fuck me, Lock. I need it so bad it hurts.”

  “That didn’t take long to turn my virgin dancer into my private stripper.” He chuckled and teased me as he rose up and removed the last of his clothing.

  I watched him with intensity and desire.

  “I’ll be gentle, Britt.” He kissed me lovingly as we moved up the bed together to find a better position for my first time. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

  “I don’t want careful,” I growled, astonishing myself and Lock with the ferocity of my demand. “I want you inside of me. Now.” I uttered the last part through gritted teeth, my need so great it had taken over my body and controlled me through pure animal lust.

  His eyes sparked with agreement, and he shoved my legs apart. I reached down and grasped his huge, throbbing cock, and he positioned himself to take my virginity.

  I gasped, arched upwards, and opened myself to him.

  Lock

  It was if my mind and body had detached and I was above myself, watching as I ran my hands along Britt’s beautiful form.

  She was almost frantic, her lust driving her to extreme need, her hips thrusting up toward me as she tried to drag my aching cock into her virginal pussy.

  But I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t bring pain to my sweet candy girl. I let her slide the tip of my dick along her sopping wet cleft until it was coated with her desires, but still, I wanted to ease into her slowly to avoid any discomfort.

  “Slow down, love.” I stared into her eyes, willing her to calm herself. “We have the rest of our lives together. Let’s savor this moment. This is your first time, and my first time with you, my love.”

  She visibly relaxed and smiled a secretive little grin, a contented look full of promise. “I trust you. I know you’ll guide me through this. I know you won’t hurt me on purpose. But god, Lock, please…I need to feel you inside of me.”

  In spite of wanting to take it slow and all my plans to break her in gently, her desire roped me in and pulled me toward her with an undeniable force.

  “Britt,” I grunted and settled the head of my swollen cock at the entrance to her wet, hot, tight cunt, “what are you doing to me?”

  “I’m taking what’s mine.” She smiled and reached up, digging her fingers into my hips and pulling me hard.

  I managed to resist…for half a heartbeat.

  And then she won. She dragged my hips harder, and her pussy opened to me, her lips parted, and the head of my cock split her virginal heat.

  It was tight, but she was dripping wet and needing me, so I slid inside, each agonizing inch at a time, until I bottomed out and her eyes were wide open and full of surprise.

  “Oh,” she whispered, her mouth a perfect, red O. “Lock…that feels so…oh god…” Her cunt spasmed, and her eyes widened even more as she exhaled a long drawn out breath.

  “Are you okay, candy girl?” I looked down at the gorgeous sight of my body buried to the hilt inside of hers
.

  Knowing I was the first.

  The only.

  She would never have another cock split her wide. She would never be filled with another man’s seed.

  And that was fucking intoxicating as hell.

  I began to separate from my rigid control and pulled back, withdrawing from her as both our bodies begged me not to.

  Her face grimaced, and she gasped in pain as I neared the beginning, but she kept her fingers on my hips, pulling me back deep inside.

  Before I knew it, my beautiful perfect candy girl was impaled on my cock, writhing and twisting as I slammed into her, her virginity long gone and my body joining with hers.

  “I can’t stand this. It feels so good.” She dug her fingernails into my hips and dragged them up my back. I winced at the exquisite sensation of pain mixed with pleasure and understood what was driving Britt on in her frenzied desire.

  The pain of losing her virginity was connected to the pure bliss of our shared experience. She enjoyed the duality of sensations as much as I did, and it only made me pound into her harder.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you,” I commanded her and felt powerful as her lids snapped up and she locked her brilliant blues on me. “That’s right. Look at me while I tear your pussy open, take your virginity, and make you mine.”

  “I’m yours,” she panted, and her eyes looked like they were about to close again. I slapped her thigh gently to get her attention.

  “Whose are you? Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Lock, I’m yours. Make me yours.”

  I slammed into her harder and faster, and her entire body tensed up beneath me. She cried out and went still as I slipped in and out of her perfect, hot, velvet cunt. She spasmed and clenched my cock with her virginal walls, sucked me back inside of her, and panted like she couldn’t catch her breath.

  “Come on my dick,” I told her, and she did, again, her cunt fluttering and tugging my cock deep inside. “Come for me, candy girl.”