Double Dirty Mountain Men(28)

We walk to the back of the huge study room, where there are doors in the wall, and I raise my eyebrows.

“What are these?” I whisper. There’s a window in each door, but they’re all papered over. I always thought they were utility closets or something.

Professor Sharpe pulls out his keys, still smiling, and goes through them until he finds the right one.

“Group study rooms,” he says, his voice still quiet and rough.

He puts his key into the lock, and I hear a click. The doorknob turns.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Melody,” he whispers, and pushes the door open.





Chapter 14





Professor Sharpe




I grab Melody by the wrist and pull her through the heavy wooden door, shutting it firmly behind me. There’s a projector in here, casting a blue screen onto one wall, no other light in the room.

Perfect. I don’t need anyone getting curious and trying to open this door.

Melody clears her throat nervously, looking around with wide eyes, her hands on the straps of her backpack. Somehow the innocence in her eyes gets me even harder than when she licks frosting off my finger.

“Is this—” she starts, her voice low.

I don’t let her finish. I grab the straps of her backpack and pull her into me, pressing our bodies together. Crushing her sweet mouth against mine.

For a moment, she’s perfectly still, and then she opens her lips beneath mine, inviting me in. I slide my tongue into her mouth and taste her, still sugary from the chocolate frosting, soft and yielding and utterly delectable.

Gingerly, like she’s nervous, Melody slips her tongue against mine. Like she’s asking permission. I pull her even tighter against me and a growl comes from somewhere deep in my chest, like I’m an animal.

Melody whimpers softly, and I pull back. Even in the near-dark, her lips are swollen and red and she’s got a dazed look in her eyes, like she can’t quite believe what’s happening.

“Get that backpack off,” I order her.

I undo the buttons on my winter coat as she drops her backpack onto a chair, and I let my coat fall to the floor. I barely know what I’m doing as I take her by her coat and push her against the wall, finding her mouth with my own again.

This time she’s got a hand on my head. Her fingers wind through my hair, pulling me close as I plunder her mouth. I have this wild, desperate need to be inside her, right now, in whatever way I can.

I need to take her. Claim her. Now.

I undo her coat in moments and pull it off, dropping it to the floor, and right away my hands are under her sweater as she arches her back, her eyes going half-closed as she sighs, breathing hard against my fingertips on her belly.

“You thought I stood you up,” I growl into her neck.

Her hands curl against my shoulders and she gasps, just a little.

“Yes,” she admits.

I find the clasp on her bra, behind her back, and it’s undone in a moment. With one quick motion I push her bra over her perky, full breasts and run my thumbs over her hard nipples, my hands still underneath her sweater.

“Oh,” she says.

I pinch both nipples at once, just a little bit too hard. She gasps again.

“You don’t trust me?” I ask, my voice low.

Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing hard, her chest heaving below my hands. My cock is so hard that I think it might actually turn to stone, and I want to push her skirt up and plunge myself into her sweet pussy right here, right now, but I want this too.

I want to hear her say she trusts me, she wants me, she’s mine.

“I just thought—” she starts, and then swallows.

I plant my lips on her neck and then suck at her delicate skin gently, moving my lips down until they’re near her collarbone.

“I just thought you’d found something else you needed to do, that maybe you realized that, uh, doing this with your student wasn’t such a great idea...”

She trails off as I suck the soft skin at the base of her neck harder, hard enough to bruise and leave a purple mark.

My mark.

“Melody,” I say, my lips still against her skin, pinching her nipples. “When I say I’m going to do something, I intend to do it.”

I rub my palms over her nipples, taking her breasts in my hands. Fuck, they’re perfect.

“And when I say that I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck your tight, sweet, wet little cunt until you come so hard you go cross-eyed, that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I finish.

Her eyes pop open at the word cunt, and I smile. I take one hand off her breast and slide it down her side, past her hip, her thigh, until my fingertips are right at the hem of her skirt.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “I just... you weren’t there.”

I can tell she’s not wearing panties. I think she’s got the garters on again, and the thought nearly drives me wild.

“I got called into an ethics meeting,” I say. “I couldn’t exactly text the undergraduate student I’m fucking from there.”

She nods and I slide my hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt along with it, and her head goes back, her eyes closing. I was right. She’s wearing the hose with garters, the tops of her creamy thighs exposed and soft under my fingers.

I push her knees apart with my own and stroke her slippery, wet seam with the pad of one thumb.

Then I grin in surprise, because she’s completely bare.

“You shaved your pussy,” I say. “For me?”

She nods, a slight flush coming into her cheeks.

“I wanted to see how it felt,” she says.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, slipping a finger between her lips.

“Yes,” she moans.

I can’t hold back any longer, and I sink my fingers into Melody as far as they’ll go. She’s tight and welcoming all at once, her sweet heat enclosing me eagerly. With my other hand, I hoist her leg in the air and then she’s against the wall, both legs wrapped around my hips as I curl my fingers hard inside her, stroking that spot that makes her sigh.

“You know, Melody, you had me fooled,” I say.

Her pussy is clenching around my hand already, even as my thumb finds her clit and starts rubbing it in slow circles.

“I did?” she whispers. Her hips buck against me, her hands on my shoulders, and she moans again.

“I thought you were a good student and a nice girl,” I say.

I stroke her clit again, and her whole body shudders.

“But instead you’re a good student and a dirty sex kitten who lets her professor finger-fuck her against a wall in the student union  ,” I go on.

Her muscles flutter and clench again, and I force my hand to slow down because I don’t want her coming yet, no matter how eager she is.

“I couldn’t help myself,” she whispers, and I bend my fingers inside her again.

Her back arches, and she moans explosively.

“I like it when you do that,” she says, her voice breathy and strained. “Professor, I’m gonna—”

I stop moving my fingers and pull them out slowly. She’s still gasping for breath, but she opens her eyes and looks at me.

I lick them off one by one, starting with my ring finger, looking deep into her eyes, because I have this deep primal need to taste her, to have her on my hands and in my mouth.

Before I lick my pointer finger off, she grabs my hand, stopping me. Then she guides it to her own mouth and sucks it in, licking and slurping her own juices off my finger until it’s totally clean, looking me in the eyes the whole time.

“You’re fucking filthy,” I whisper.





Chapter 15





Melody




I don’t know what’s gotten into me as I lick my own juices from Professor Sharpe’s finger, tasting myself in a way I never have before.

This isn’t me. I’m a nice girl who’s had a few questionable hookups in college, but those were drunk fumbling — nothing like this.

No one’s ever made me tremble with desire before. No one’s ever nearly made me come in seconds before.

No one’s ever said they were going to fuck my sweet, tight cunt before. And the astonishing part?

I like it.

“You’re fucking filthy,” he whispers, and he’s right. I am, and it’s great.

In a flash, I’m standing on my own feet again, my skirt still around my hips, and he’s pushing me toward the table in the center of the room until my hips are against it and he’s pressing against my back, his long, thick cock nestled between my bare buttocks.

I reach behind myself and grab his shaft through his pants, and he groans, his hands tightening on my hips, so I fumble with his belt, trying to get his pants off.

Professor Sharpe chuckles and guides my hands away for a moment while he unbuckles and unzips his pants, his cock springing free and its hard heat pressing against my ass, my skirt still hiked over my hips.

If someone were to walk in right now, it would be impossible to misinterpret what’s happening. I just hope the door is properly locked as I wrap my fingers around his cock behind me.

Even though I’ve seen it before, I’m somehow still surprised at how big it is. I’m not even nervous, though.

I just want it, and I stand on my toes, bending forward, trying to guide him to my wet, aching opening, the only thing that can give me any relief.

He stops me, wrapping his hand around mine and chuckling.

“Not like this, you filthy kitten,” he says, taking my shoulder in his other hand. “I told you I’d fuck you bent over the desk and I will.”