Double Dirty Mountain Men(29)

He pushes me forward and I let him until my elbows are on the shiny wooden table, my hips against the edge. I’m standing on my toes, back arched, looking over my shoulder at him as he strokes his big, thick cock with one hand.

“Please,” I say, practically begging him.

He strokes himself one more time, and then he’s at my entrance, one hand tight on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he eases between my lips, pushing the tip of his cock into my entrance, stretching me wide.

“You like having your tight little cunt stretched out like this?” he asks, his voice just a rough whisper. Just the head of his cock is inside me, and there’s that word again — cunt —I thought I didn’t like it, but it sounds so hot coming from him.

“I like it when you stretch me out,” I whisper, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Fill me up, please, I can’t wait any—”

With one quick, hard stroke he pushes all the way inside me, filling me so utterly and completely that the only thing I can do is gasp. I swear I see sparks in front of my eyes and next thing I know my forehead in on my hands, on the table, and I’m moaning.

Professor Sharpe pulls my hips against him and pushes himself millimeters deeper, somehow, and I moan again, the sound strangled because I’m also biting my lip.

Then he bends over me, his chest against my back, still completely inside me. I feel his teeth against the back of my neck and clench my hands as he bites me, softly.

I just moan. I can’t even form coherent thoughts as he pulls out and then starts fucking me. He’s slow at first, but deep. With every stroke, he thrusts into me harder and harder.

It’s fucking unbelievable. His thick, perfect cock hits every pleasure center inside me, again and again, and I’m so completely filled and stretched that I can barely think, only moan and gasp, the side of my face pressed against the cool table.

In no time at all I’m about to come, even though I’m trying not to.

“Professor,” I whisper.

“Come for me,” he growls, taking my hair in one hand and just barely pulling. “I want to feel your sweet pussy as you lose control on my cock, kitten.”

“Fuck, Professor,” I whisper as he hammers me on this table, my eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure almost more than I can bear. “That feels so good.”

“Come like the filthy girl you are,” he commands.

It’s like my body obeys him, because I come instantly, hard. I think I cry out, my voice echoing off the table I’m lying on, my fingers and toes all curling as wildfire tears through me, burning me sweetly from the inside, again and again. I’m shaking and trembling, all my muscles clenched, but I keep coming.

Finally, it subsides. I open my eyes again, staring at the table. Professor Sharpe bends over me and bites my ear.

“That was so fucking sexy,” he says, pushing himself so deep I bite my lip. “I could make you come every day and never get tired of watching it, kitten.”

Then he comes with a jolt, so hard I can feel his cock jerking as he empties himself inside me.

“Fuck, kitten,” he murmurs, over and over again. “Fuck you feel good. Fucking perfect.”

I squeeze my pussy muscles like I’m trying to milk him, trying to get every single drop out of him. I don’t know why, but I feel oddly possessive of him right now, like this belongs to me and I want it all.

Then he pulls out. I stand, shakily, and feel him slide down my inner thigh. Professor Sharpe pulls his pants back up, zips his fly, then grabs a box of tissues from a sideboard in the room and presses it between my legs.

As he does, he kisses me again, hard and deep but somehow surprisingly tender. In that moment, I feel more vulnerable than ever before — more vulnerable than moments before, when he was fucking me on the table, but also oddly safe, taken care of.

“You should go first,” he murmurs. “We still can’t get caught.”

I nod silently, not sure what to say, and turn away, looking for my coat and backpack.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“Melody,” he says, his voice low and quiet.

I inhale sharply and look up at him.

“Yes?” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer. He just looks at me for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he kisses me again, deep and slow and long.

“I’ll call you,” he says. “Promise.”

We kiss again, and then I put on my coat and backpack and leave the study room.

The student union   is empty. Campus is almost empty, and as I walk back to my apartment, it starts to snow.





Chapter 16





Professor Sharpe




I’ve read the same thesis statement at least five times about the bureaucratic structure of the Byzantine kingdom, but I’ve got no fucking idea what it says. Instead, I’m thinking about the same thing I’ve been thinking of all day: Melody, her sweet skin below my lips. Her honey on my tongue, the way her eyes went wide when I pushed her against the wall and slid my fingers inside her.

The Eastern Roman Empire had several notable governmental structures which, taken together...

She’s coming over tonight, to my house, where it’s safe and we won’t get caught. Yesterday was risky — much, much too risky.

I try the sentence yet again.

The Eastern Roman...

My phone buzzes, and I pick it up in a split second. I know I should block her texts or something, at least while I’m at work, but I can’t help myself. I can’t stand the thought of not getting one of them, or delaying one by even a few hours.

It’s a picture: a pair of jeans, unzipped and pulled partly down, a shaved pussy, a hand. My dick instantly goes from half-hard to full mast.

The next picture comes through: two fingers in Melody’s mouth.

I force myself not to groan, and I turn my phone off. Now there’s no way I’m going to be able to grade this final paper, because I can’t even get through the first page.

I don’t want to jerk off in my office yet again, for what feels like the millionth time, but I don’t know if I’ve got a choice. I need the twenty minutes of respite it gives me just to do my job.

Just as I’m unzipping my pants, there’s a quiet knock on the door, and I zip my pants again instantly.

“Come in,” I call.

The door opens slowly.

Then Melody peeks around, and my stomach sinks.

“Oh, you’re still here,” she says, casually. “I think everyone else has gone home.”

Her eyes sparkle, and I get the message loud and clear.

“Just finishing up some final grading,” I say, trying to sound stern. “I’ve got to get this done by tomorrow afternoon.”

She comes into my office and closes the door.

“I just had a few questions about my thesis,” she says softly, putting her backpack on the floor. “It’ll only take a moment.”

Melody walks around my desk toward me. She looks half like a vixen, all wide eyes and flowing hair, and half nervous as a schoolgirl.

I take her hand and hold it to my face, sniffing her fingers. The scent is unmistakably her musk. Without thinking I lick her fingers, sucking them into my mouth, getting the last traces of her off them.

“Did you like my picture?” she whispers.

“I like all your pictures,” I say. “What did you want to ask me about your thesis?”

I grab her hips and pull her forward until she’s straddling my lap, still in my office chair. She’s breathing hard, and she glances at the door like she’s suddenly uncertain about this.

I chuckle, leaning back, and squeeze her perky, pert ass in my hands, moving her hips against my massive, throbbing erection.

“You don’t get to be unsure about this now, kitten,” I say. “You’re the one who sent me a dirty fucking text and then came into my office, wet as fuck, looking for one thing.”

She blushes and looks down, trailing a hand along my chest.

“I know,” she says. “But, is this really...”

I’m not listening. I’m unbuttoning her jeans, pulling her roughly against me, her soft, taut belly against my fingers.

She gasps, her hands on my shoulders, her hips rolling.

For just a moment, I have the strangest thought — her taut, slim belly protruding with a baby bump.

My baby bump.

I don’t know why but the thought drives me completely fucking wild and I grab her head, pulling her down and crushing her mouth to mine. I push my other hand into her pants, underneath her panties, and I find her wetness instantly.

I slide my fingers past her clit, flicking it once, and Melody moans quietly into my mouth as my fingers travel south to her soaking wet slit.

“Professor,” she whispers as I insert two, then three, her tight channel closing around me hotly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

I bite her neck, right on the spot where I left a mark yesterday, and curl my fingers inside her hard, moving the heel of my hand against her clit.

“You’re going to pay for it,” I whisper back.

Then I take my slick fingers out of her channel and move them down, more, until I’m using her own wetness to circle her tight, puckered back hole.

Melody gasps. I press one finger against the tight ring, just barely pushing my fingertip inside her, and she bites her lip.

I’m nearly breathless with desire, but I force myself to go steady and slow even though what I want is to bury my cock inside her tight, perfect ass, the only place on her I haven’t been yet.