Stripped by the Professor_The Office Hours Series Page 6

  She let out one last primal scream and shook her head, as if in disbelief, as she crashed down into the finale of her first orgasm at the end of my cock.

  I gave her no relief. The moment she relaxed, I slammed into her again. I hooked my hands under her ass cheeks and braced her against my onslaught. Her head lolled back onto the bed, and she slowly regained her composure as I fucked her hard and fast.

  “I’m going to fill you up, candy girl,” I grunted, a guttural sound that was more animal than man. “I’m going to shoot my hot load into you, flood your virgin pussy.”

  “Come on, give it to me, Lock,” she moaned and bucked her hips up to meet me. “I need you. I want all of you. I want your hot cum.”

  I stiffened at that, my cock throbbing and pulsing as my body arched back, burying my cock so deep inside of her that I wasn’t sure where I ended and she began.

  We were one being, with one perfect future together, one perfect love.

  My balls tightened, and my orgasm reached the crescendo point where I couldn’t contain it any longer.

  “Come with me,” I growled and jerked her hips up to meet mine. “Milk my cock. Drain my cum.”

  She cried out, and we did together, my cock shooting my hot seed into her tight, wet cunt as she clenched and fluttered, milking every last drop from my spent balls.

  She was magnificent, she was perfection, and I couldn’t imagine how I’d ever gone through life without her in it. After we both came down off our mutual high, I collapsed next to her on the bed and dragged the blanket over the both of us.

  Britt curled into the curve of my arm, like our bodies had been made for each other, and I stroked her hair, pushing a damp tendril off her forehead and placing a kiss where it had been.

  “This is what I’ve been looking for,” I said, matter-of-factly.

  “Me too.” She grinned, turning her face toward me for another kiss.

  I did, my mouth overtaking hers and our tongues joining in a seemingly endless swirl of sensation.

  I hadn’t even known what I’d been missing until I found it.

  And it turned out I’d been missing her.

  Britt

  I expected shame. I expected embarrassment.

  I even expected him to be cold toward me in the morning, icy and distant after he’d used my body for his pleasure.

  I definitely hadn’t expected love, warmth, and breakfast in bed.

  But that’s exactly what Lock gave me. I woke to his lips kissing my eyelids, his deep laughter as I fluttered them open and realized where I was.

  “Good morning, love.” He kissed down my face to my neck and along my collarbone.

  “Good morning to you too.” I exhaled, stretched, and smiled.

  He climbed in under the covers with me, and we held each other as he fed me tidbits of fruit and cinnamon buns, along with strong, black coffee.

  We spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon rolling around the massive bed in his penthouse apartment, the sun streaming in and the pleasure of the night continuing every time we fell into each other’s arms again.

  I hated how fast the time sped by, and at some point we were no longer able to deny our growling stomachs and our need for more than just sex to sustain us.

  “Let me take you for dinner.” Lock sat up in the bed. “We’ll get cleaned up, go out to eat. I’ll show you off for a couple hours and then back here for more of this…”

  He dove back down and tore the blankets off me, spread my thighs and dipped his face between them, immediately finding my clit and making me gasp with surprise and pleasure. Lock knew my body so well by then that he had me squirming and coming for him within moments.

  When I was finished, he kissed me gently and laughed. “This is my new favorite hobby.”

  “Making me orgasm?”

  “Yes, bringing you pleasure. It’s addictive.”

  “I think it’s a very admirable hobby.” I laughed. “I can totally support you in this pursuit.”

  I loved how easy it was to talk to him. Our backgrounds couldn’t have been more different, but our minds and hearts came together perfectly. He hadn’t even blinked when I’d told him a little about my unconventional upbringing. He’d behaved as if it was perfectly normal to be raised in the middle of nowhere by religious parents who thought science was the devil’s work.

  I loved him a little more for that.

  And I didn’t think anything of it when he went over his years of loneliness at boarding school, far from his family and removed from anybody he loved.

  It made me want to love him even more.

  We showered together, he drove me to my apartment to pick up some fresh clothes, and I didn’t even cringe when he came inside, looked around, and raised his brows at my modest space.

  And by modest, I mean total trash pile compared to his penthouse.

  But he didn’t make me feel ashamed for it. It was just somewhere I lived—it wasn’t an extension of me.

  I loved him for that too.

  Dinner was exquisite, at a restaurant I knew was way too fancy for me on my own. But they knew Lock and took us to a private table near the back.

  He was bringing me into a world that I’d never explored or even considered before, and there was a part of me that was concerned that it was simply a fantasy that he could tear away from me at a moment’s notice.

  Yet somewhere inside of me, I knew he wouldn’t.

  And the risk was worth it. Because if he was sincere about our lives together, the reward would be incredible.

  The rest of the weekend swept past in a haze of sex and blissful love, but Monday morning arrived before I felt prepared. I’d been dodging angry texts from Dusty and Rodney from the Silver Dollar Club, but I’d been unable to muster enough fucks to reply.

  Lock woke me early before classes and spoiled me again with breakfast and a shower. I decided I could get used to this kind of thing, and yet there was that small quiver of fear that it all felt too perfect. That worried me as much as it excited me. Maybe it was the simple fact that I was so much of a realist that I expected the worst to happen.

  And it wasn’t until Lock was driving me back to my apartment to get another change of clothes before we headed to campus that one glaring fact almost hit me over the head.

  I wasn’t going to be stripping at the Silver Dollar Club anymore.

  That was fine with me. It had been an awful experience overall. I’d been mildly empowered by the attention, and yet I’d always simmered with humiliation at being forced to be there.

  But the money had been amazing.

  And I did need the money.

  I was quiet on the way to campus as Lock zipped in and out of traffic in his little sports car. The car that probably cost ten years’ worth of my tuition.

  What had I been thinking? I couldn’t afford to be unfocused. I couldn’t afford to leave the Silver Dollar Club.

  “Is everything okay, candy girl?” Lock reached over to take my hand.

  “It feels a little weird going back into the real world.” I smiled. “What will people think? Is this against the rules or anything?”

  “Well, we do need to talk about that.” He exhaled and stared straight ahead. “I can’t be public about this. We do have to keep it under wraps.”

  “Could I get kicked out of school?” I exclaimed. “Oh god, am I going to be in trouble?”

  He chuckled and looked over at me, shook his head, and flicked his eyes back to the road ahead. “Not you, Britt. You’d be fine if any of this got out. It’s me. I’m the one who would be in deep shit if anybody discovered our relationship.”

  “Why though?”

  “I’m a professor, and you’re a student.”

  “But I’m not your student.”

  “I know that, but it doesn’t look good to the administration. I’m sorry.”

  I thought about it for a moment. The worries about my tuition pushed out of my head for a moment as something he’d said hit me.


  “Wait a minute,” I said slowly as a smile spread over my lips. “Did you say relationship? Is that what this is?”

  He had to take his hand back to grip the steering wheel as we hit a sharp corner, but he managed to glance at me quickly, reassuring me with the heat in his eyes. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t believe it. I haven’t felt this way about anybody else before, but Britt, god damn, you’ve taken over my world. Relationship even feels like too weak of a word. It feels bigger than that, my love.”

  “I know. It’s something almost beyond words, isn’t it?”

  “It leaves me speechless,” he said, looking over with a hungry glance. “Especially when my mouth is full of your delicious cunt.”

  I grinned and put my hand on his upper thigh, squeezed it. “I know the feeling.”

  I had a sudden vision of him last night, sliding his thick cock down my throat so deep it brought tears to my eyes and almost gagged me. But it had been so hot that I wouldn’t have let him stop even if he’d wanted to.

  And by the way he’d pumped into my mouth, I knew he hadn’t wanted to either.

  I shifted a little in the car seat, my aching body a reminder of the many things I’d tried this weekend, things I’d never imagined, let alone with a man as hot as Lock. But the ache was good, and as my body began to throb for him again, the ache turned to need and I felt an almost desperate desire to have him inside of me again.

  I had never understood how crazy people got over sex. I mean, I hadn’t even had much interest even in kissing a guy, let alone taking him inside of my body in so many ways.

  But being with Lock, discovering myself at the end of his cock, had woken so much fire inside of me it was almost startling.

  What a revelation, that I was this hungry for sex. But not just sex—sex with Lock.

  I wanted him and him alone.

  “So how do you want to do this?” I asked as we approached the edge of the college campus. “Do you want me to jump out now, or should I hide or something?”

  “Don’t do that,” Lock said. “Please don’t make me feel horrible about this.”

  “I don’t mean to. I’m trying to be practical about it.”

  But I was being a bit of a jerk. I understood his hesitancy, but it did upset me a little, if I was being completely honest with myself. It annoyed me that we couldn’t jump out of the car together, hold hands, make out in public, yell to the entire world that we were a couple.

  “I know it bothers you. That’s obvious.” He pulled over along the side of the road near the main entrance. “Listen, it will get better. Let me work on this and find a way to make it okay for us to be out in the open, okay? But we need time. Can you give me a little time?” The sincerity behind his words was etched on his face.

  I softened toward him and our predicament. “Take as much time as you need. I understand. Now, do you want me to get out here?”

  “I don’t want that, but if it’s close enough to your first class…”

  “I’ll walk from here. And don’t worry. I understand,” I said, but I didn’t kiss him when he leaned toward me.

  I felt the weight of my decisions heavy on me, leaving my stripper job that would pay the bills, hooking up with a man I couldn’t even hold hands with in public—both of these decisions seemed really stupid just then.

  So I did the only thing I could do: I shoved them down deep and ignored the nagging discomfort as I went through my day.

  Lock

  I hated watching Britt walk away.

  As much I appreciated the curve of her gorgeous ass as she strode purposefully toward the main entrance of the college, I hated that she looked so defeated. Her shoulders hunched, and she looked deflated, her usual perky confidence long gone.

  I hated it even more that I was responsible for her feeling that way.

  I drove around to my parking stall under my building and pulled in next to Troy’s bright red Porsche. Even though I was a rich kid myself, Troy’s preference for bright sports cars, one for each day of the week, always seemed a little over the top to me.

  He was pulling a briefcase off the passenger seat as I got out, noticed me there, and called my name before I could get away.

  After the best weekend of my life, the last thing I wanted to do was listen to Troy go on about his meaningless one-night stands.

  And of course there would be a couple. After all, Troy had been out both Friday and Saturday nights. That meant a new girl for each, nameless and faceless, serving nothing other than to give Troy bragging rights.

  “Hey,” I said, hoping to shut him down with my body language, but he didn’t pick it up.

  “Hey you.” He rushed to catch up to me. “Let me tell you about the blonde and the redhead I picked up this weekend.”

  I inwardly cringed and barely listened as he regaled me with tales of threesomes and meaningless sex, and I barely concealed my disgust as he stumbled on recalling their names and laughed at the thought of ever seeing them again.

  After being with Britt and falling so damned hard for her, I could barely stomach the thought of Troy’s lifestyle.

  I escaped at last and headed to my first class, still mulling over how I could make this happen, how I could be with Britt and not be terminated like Mark. I’d just gotten this position, just qualified for tenure. If I lost it, I didn’t know what I would do. I had money, but I’d worked my entire life toward this position in my field and couldn’t imagine what I’d do with my time if I lost it.

  The family pressure to maintain a public persona was intense as well. In spite of the fact that we had old money, all of us were expected to keep jobs so we didn’t look gauche or tacky, as my mother called it.

  My head just wasn’t in my lecture, so I let the students write an essay on some easy topic just to hone their skills and pretended to listen as they read them aloud for the second half of class.

  How had I allowed Britt to completely take over in such a short time? And more importantly, how could I make her happy and fulfill her every wish?

  I texted her the moment I was done with my class and headed to my office to spend office hours listening to student complaints and trying to look like I cared. Normally I did, but I was a whirlwind of selfishness today, selfish in that I wanted to make sure my life with Britt was as open as possible. I couldn’t go through much more of seeing her dejected face when I told her we had to keep it on the down low.

  And fuck, I didn’t want to keep this hidden from anyone! I wanted to grab every man I saw anywhere near her, shake him by the collar, and scream in his face that she was mine, my woman, so back the fuck off.

  I opened my computer and was surprised to see only two meetings scheduled.

  Thank god.

  Both went by quickly, and I texted Britt between the two appointments to see how her day was going. She hadn’t replied to my earlier message, and I didn’t have time to check if she replied to the second one. I got through office hours and breathed a sigh of relief that I had an hour or so to myself where I could obsess over Britt and find a way to make things right.

  I was leaning back in my chair thinking about that first moment when my cock slid into her virgin pussy, making her mine and only mine, when I heard a light tapping at my door.

  “Fuck,” I muttered and sat up, shifting to hide my throbbing erection. I didn’t want to offend anyone, especially when nobody but Britt could get me that hard. Mentally preparing to deal with student problems, I said loudly, “Come in.”

  “I heard you have office hours,” a beautiful female voice called out right before Britt came into view. “Do you have time to see me?”

  I jumped up, came around the desk, and kicked my door closed as I pulled her into my arms.

  “Fuck, yes,” I growled and buried my face in her neck, kissing and inhaling that intoxicating scent of her, my woman. “I’ve been going fucking mad just thinking about you. To know that you were so close and I couldn’t drag you in here and devour you. It was destro
ying me.”

  “Tell me about it.” She laughed and relaxed against me, her body once again folding into mine as if we’d been made for one another. “I could barely focus on anything this morning. All I could think about was coming over here and seeing this…”

  She grabbed my cock and squeezed it through my pants, and I inhaled sharply and groaned.

  “I need you.” I lifted her onto the edge of my desk. “Fuck the university. Fuck protocol. You are mine, and I will have you whenever I damn well want.”

  Britt sighed and spread her legs as I pushed between her thighs. I shoved her skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties to the side. I stared into her gorgeous, lustful blue eyes and unzipped my own pants, letting my cock spring free.

  “Now this is what I’ve been thinking about,” she purred and gripped my shaft with her delicate hands. She guided it toward her soaking wet heat and exhaled with pleasure.

  I parted her lips with the head of my dick, my precum mixing with her abundant, fragrant juice, and slipped in like I belonged right there, buried inside of her.

  She gasped as I bottomed out and stayed still, letting out bodies throb against each other, feeling her quiver along my cock, fluttering and drawing me in as deep as possible.

  “This,” I said and pulled back, letting each agonizing inch build our anticipation until I almost withdrew completely, “is mine.”

  I slammed back into her waiting cunt, saw her eyes widen in surprised and her mouth form that perfect O that drove me fucking wild with desire.

  “I’m yours,” she said breathily and sat up on the desk, looked down, and watched my cock slam into her greedy, waiting cunt. “Fill me up, Lock. I want to drip with your seed. I want you.”

  “I’m going to flood your pussy,” I rasped and slammed into her, harder and faster until our bodies worked in rhythm, like a machine, rocking against my old wooden desk. “Come for me first, candy girl. Come on my dick. Tighten that hot cunt around me. Milk me dry.”

  Britt stiffened up at my words, her eyes locked on mine, and she came. She struggled to keep quiet, but small, sharp gasps of pleasure exploded out of her with each of my thrusts.