“I always wanted to learn how to surf.” She speaks to the picture as she casually moves toward me, her eyes still on my photos.
This shit has to stop now.
“You should. It’s a spiritual experience. Now, I thought we agreed you were dropping the class, yet here we are.” I pull out my chair and drop into it as her eyes trail up my legs to my face.
“Well, I decided that wasn’t best for me,” she fires right back, finally looking at me. My eyes narrow on hers. She’s testing what little patience I have left.
“How do you know Skylar?” I snap. Because what happened this morning seems like days ago, and to be honest, I tuned Skylar out on the whole car ride to my place. I’m guessing they’re sisters? Cousins? Only because they share the same last name.
“She’s my half sister.” Her tone makes her sound about as happy as I am right now, and she finally takes a seat.
I nod. “You do understand CAU is one of the best universities in the world, right? You need to produce. You can’t just think because you have a relative on the staff you won’t be expelled. You must be able to do the work.” I watch the play of emotions on her face. It might be harsh, but it’s true. Something about her seems to bring out the worst in me.
“Excuse me?” she puffs out as if it’s only now dawning on her what I said. She holds up her hands as if she truly is insulted.
“Trust me. Skylar did not help me get in,” she snarls as her nails dig into the leather armrest of the chair.
“I got in here on my own merit. I worked my ass off. I was valedictorian…Got a sixteen hundred on my SATs—”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter,” I cut her off as her lips and cheeks flush a deep red. “What does matter is that this class is for engineering students—”
“Are you kidding me?” She jumps up and leans her hands on both ends of my desk. “I won the STEM student award last year out of all the seniors in Ohio, Professor Powers. I deserve to be here.”
“Dean. That’s Dean Powers to you.” I stand, and her eyes widen. “We’re finished here.”
When I walk around my desk, she spins to face me.
“I’m not dropping the class,” she announces, her hands clenched like she’s holding herself back from attacking me.
Interesting.
I cock my head, and my eyes dip to her breasts rising and falling in time with her fast panting.
“You don’t want to do this, Alexandrea. I don’t play games. You understand me?” The entire energy in the room has changed. You can almost feel the erotic need we both have. My nostrils flare at her fucking primal scent.
She wants me.
Adrenaline flows straight down to my already-hard cock as I fight myself.
Rules. Remember them? You can’t fuck a student…
Her eyes widen as I move closer, watching her puffy lips slightly tremble. Goddammit, I’m losing this battle. Fuck the rule, I need just one more taste.
“I understand everything.” Her voice is raspy. Her neck pulses rapidly, and I want to suck on it, lick all the way up to those berry-stained lips…
“I mean, you have nothing to worry about.” She puffs out some air as if my presence makes her breathless.
I like that.
“Breathe, Alex,” I command as she puts her hands up to my chest, as if that could actually stop me.
“I just…” She nods and takes a deep breath. “I want you to know I won’t tell anyone about how I heard you tell my sister to suck your cock.” Her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing even more if that’s possible, and all I can think about is how suck and cock sounded coming out of her mouth.
“Oh my God.” She shakes her head. “That came out wrong. What I was trying to say is, I can keep secrets…” Her voice trails off as I lift her and sit her ass on the end of my desk.
“Are you a nasty girl?” Looking down at her, I notice her eyes are almost black.
“What?” She swallows as her voice cracks.
“Does it turn you on to watch? Spying on your sister while she sucks my cock?” I reach to rub my thumb back and forth on her warm, red lips. Her eyes are huge with needy tears.
“Talk to me. It’s okay, you can tell me you’re a naughty girl,” I coax, my head dipping so I’m inches from her lips. Everything is heightened, the danger of getting caught, the rules…
“No,” she whispers. “I would never… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” She hisses out the last part.
“Breathe,” I demand, and she does, obeying like the good girl I know I can train her to be.
“Yeah.” My eyes caress her face. “You’re a naughty girl,” I inform her as she shakes her head.
Bad decisions are about to be made.
“I think you are. You just don’t know it yet.” Reaching for her hair, I jerk her head back so I can take what’s mine and slam my lips onto hers. She moans, allowing my tongue to take over.
Claiming.
Tasting.
Fucking unleashing two days of pent-up need on her as I tighten my fist in her hair. She moans again, and I know I’m fucked when her nails dig into my neck. Our tongues tangle, and I slide my other hand up her leg. Frantically, she spreads her legs a bit, allowing me to pull her ass to the edge so I can rub my cock on her soaked panties.
“Christ.” I jerk her head back more, forcing her eyes to connect with mine.
“Tell me to stop.” Not caring if I sound harsh, I’m giving her a chance to end this.
“Don’t stop.” She arches her back, shoving her tits into my chest, and that’s it. I’m done denying myself. I push her back to lie on my desk. Her hair spills around my white papers, her eyes slits as she licks her lips.
“Tell me what a naughty girl you are. Because only naughty girls get to have their professor eat their cunt,” I growl.
Her eyes widen, and her chest rises up and down as if she’s panting.
“Please…” she moans, her hands reaching for me, but I step back.
“Say it…” More turned on than I can ever remember, I look down at her, daring her to play my game.
“Please… Dean Powers…I’m a naughty girl…” Her voice goes to a whisper, and I smile.
“Yes. Yes, you are.” Leaning forward, I flip her dress up and stare at her cute pink panties, which have a wet spot. And the beast has been released. I kneel.
“Pull your panties to the side and spread your legs wider,” I order, my cock so hard I almost unzip my jeans so I can jerk off. But I’m gonna finger fuck her as I suck on her clit. I can wait. Her hand reaches down and slides her panties to the side, and I grab her boots off my desk and put them on my shoulders. Leaning forward, I circle my tongue on her slick, juicy nub, and all thoughts of right and wrong, good and bad, vanish.
“Oh my...” She groans as I suck on her clit.
“Alex, you taste good. Look at this wet pink pussy.” My tongue trails back and forth as she opens her legs wider. I shove my tongue inside her, fucking her tight pussy with it, her juices already covering my face as her greedy cunt tightens.
“I’m going to…” she moans out.
Pulling back, I stand. Her left boot falls off my shoulder, her eyes pop open, and she wails, “Nooo.”