“Um… Dr. Michaels?” Again, the same lilting voice, but this time I was able to find the source and our eyes locked as she stood again. Her heart shaped face and beautiful doe eyes were mesmerizing in their intensity, even from this distance. “Isn’t it the… brain?” She smiled slightly; her expression astute yet slightly teasing. She knew the answer already, and I was intrigued more than I wanted to admit. “The most erogenous zone, I mean.”
I always made professionalism a priority but felt slightly unnerved that this young woman might be capable of creating a well-placed crack in my resolve. It was always a risk teaching a course like this, the subject matter arousing as fuck. She was extremely beautiful, but more than that, the intelligence behind her eyes could not be mistaken. She was certainly compelling, and I found myself anxious to read her words … to find out what her mind was capable of creating.
Nodding, I tried to connect a face and the voice with a name. “Indeed. Miss…?” I asked.
“Tomms. Addison Tomms.”
I nodded, repeating her name in my head. Addison. A beautiful name for a beautiful young woman.
“Well, Miss Tomms, thank you for having the balls to answer, but do you have what it takes to leave it all on the page?”
“I believe I do, sir,” she answered immediately.
My eyes narrowed on the beautiful body of the now standing girl. She was a fair distance away, but even so, I could see she possessed the soft swells in all the places men love. Her face was gorgeous, though I longed to see the color of her eyes. I rubbed the back of my neck at the heat rising there, as I reminded myself that she was my student, no different from the other one hundred and forty-nine in this room, or the countless ones I’d had in the past.
“We’ll see. You may sit down,” I directed her, then gathered my thoughts for a moment. “We’ll have many assignments during our weeks and months together, each with a different purpose. Like the slow build I spoke of before, we will layer the learning. Setting the scene for romance, then exploring lust, tension, actual sex acts, emotion, frustration, and the epitome of them all; love. These things are not written in the same way; there are nuances that will be determined by the goal of the piece, the emotion you’re trying to illicit, and the type of reader you’re targeting. I’m sure many of you hoped that the first assignment would be to write a basic smut scene. Smut for smut’s sake, right?”
The room erupted wildly again, but truly, I did need to gauge each of their skill levels in the genre to get a baseline, but I’d make them think about it first.
“Nope. I want an essay from each of you on Miss Tomm’s theory… and yet, why, man and woman, the most advanced of all God’s creatures, can still be reduced to a quivering mass of jelly, all their mental capacity overcome by physical sensations that, at times, are more compulsory than food? Understanding the physiology and emotional responses of it will produce more realistic writing. I’ll take it easy on you for this first assignment, so just 500 words by Friday. The assignments will be submitted digitally after this, but I’d like the first one printed out and handed in, please.”
I couldn’t help my eyes glancing toward Miss Tomm’s location in the room. She was smiling as one of her classmates leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, her eyes never straying from mine. I could feel my traitorous dick twitch in response. I already knew she was as smart as she was sexy, and I found that hotter than hell.
“Oh… one more thing; I do want a sample scene of dirty sex in addition, to the other assignment. The two extremes, if you will. I challenge you. I dare you. 2500 words should be enough,” I said. The groans erupted again. “Look, if you didn’t expect to write, don’t take a writing class.”
“Dr. Michaels? If we can turn you on, we get an A?” A busty redhead in the front row asked boldly, standing as I’d had Addison do. Her eyes raked over me, suggestively. I’d noticed her staring at me throughout the lecture; obvious ardor from students was something I’d become used to, but I could easily ignore it.
“Hmmmm…. well, turn on my brain.” I tapped my temple, my mouth quirked in response to her obvious come-on. “Wow me on the page… then we’ll see what grade you earn.” The woman’s face fell into a slight pout, but I dismissed it out of hand. “Class dismissed.”
3
Her writing was brilliant. I was sitting in the big chair in my study with a scotch on the end table near me and my hand down my pants. My dick was rock hard, and unconsciously I’d began an attempt to stroke away the ache her words were causing. My breathing got harder as I continued to read, unable to tear my eyes from the page; my hand continually squeezing and pumping on my cock, subconsciously replacing the names in the piece with mine and Addison.
She drew in a shaky breath, and her voice trembled. My body betrayed me, and I started to shake, even though I struggled to hold it in.
“Jax, I want you to touch me. You make me…” She stopped, and squeezed my thigh, bringing her head up to meet my eyes. “I want…I mean, when I’m near you, I’m just…” Her lids dropped halfway down, and her mouth parted. I could see the same desire in her face that I’d seen a thousand times. I knew exactly what she was trying to say even though she was struggling with the words. “I’m just…”
“Fucking vibrating?” I asked with a groan.
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Will you touch me?” She took my hand and lifted it to her breast and tried to arch into it. The movement still caused her pain. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. I let my hand slide across the side curve of the soft flesh, over the fabric of my shirt and she let out a small mewling moan. My body surged in response.
I turned and slid my arms around her fully, under her legs, turning her so she was straddling my lap, facing me, but careful not to hurt her. My muscles flexed but she was so small, I took her weight easily.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered, her nose nuzzling mine and her little hands moving up my chest over my shoulders. Her lips were parted, and her sweet breath rushed hotly across my face. My body swelled even more and tented my sweatpants. There was no hiding my desire and I didn’t want to. She needed to know how much I wanted her. I stared into her deep green eyes and then rested my forehead on hers.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I breathed and pushed the loose tendrils off of the left side of her face. I bent to kiss where her head injury had been, dragging my lips across her cheekbone and down to her jaw. “Addison,” I whispered against her silken skin. “God, I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this. You smell so good.”
Her head fell back, and she moaned. “Uhhhhh…”
My left hand raked down her back toward her rear and even though I knew I’d find nothing underneath, I was still gasping as my hand wrapped around her bare butt cheek. I pulled her closer, as I placed wet, open-mouth kisses along the curve of her neck. When her hands slid into my hair, her fingers grasping and tugging, I was lost. My lips found hers in a hungry kiss, my tongue never hesitating to bury itself in the warm recesses of her mouth.