Stories From The 6 Train 1(57)

And I’m so fucked. Because I want to push the boundaries when it comes to her. Even though it’s the stupidest thing I could possibly do.

Then I must lose my sanity completely with the next words that fall from my lips, as if I have no control over my own brain. “In fact, why don’t you see me after class and we can discuss this further.”

Ana bites her lip, obviously fighting a smile as her eyes flash with satisfied amusement while she simply nods.

God, this is such a bad idea. So very bad. Even though I’m a grad student teaching an intro-level course, there are still standards and expectations. It’s not quite the same thing as a member of the faculty being involved with a student. But it might as well be. The line is very thin.

And my dumb ass is walking right up to it, seeing how far I can push it.

I dismiss the class, taking my time shoving everything back into my bag as all the students shuffle out. When I finally look up, she’s the only one left inside.

“So, Professor Mason,” Ava says, walking slowly toward my desk. “Or can I call you Oliver?”

I totally want her calling me Oliver. Preferably while she’s laid out before me, naked and writhing, screaming it as I make her cum.

And just like that, my dick is hard as a rock, straining against my pants, telling my brain that I need to grab her and sink into her.

I draw in a slow breath, hoping it will steady me. Fighting for control over my brain. Telling my dick I’m the one in charge here.

He doesn’t get the message.

Her eyes drop, and I know she can totally see how hard I am. When she flicks her gaze back up to mine, the desire in her eyes is obvious. She wants this as much as I do.

“So, about that project,” she begins. “I think I’m going to need some assistance. Some one-on-one attention. Do you think you can help me with that, professor?”

She’s dangerous. Bad. Pure temptation. But, god, how much do I want to sink my teeth into the sweet sin she’s offering up?

“Why don’t you come to my office and we can discuss this further?”

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “I think that sounds perfect.”





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Ana





Oliver locks the door behind him and turns to me, conflict in his eyes.

I know what he’s thinking. This is a bad idea.

Totally. The worst. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going ahead with it. Like I said, live in the moment. What’s the worst that could happen? We fuck and things get awkward? Okay. I’m game. As long as I get the fucking part.

I turn and hop up on his desk, my fingers gripping the edge. I give him a devious grin. “So, about those boundaries. Tell me, professor, just why is it that some things are so taboo?”

He walks slowly toward me, shaking his head, his eyes boring into mine. “Right now I’m really not sure.”

I laugh and purse my lips. “I think the best way to find out would be to do a really in-depth experiment. You know, really go deep.”

Oliver laughs. “You, Ana, are a very dangerous woman.”

“You know,” I say, cocking my head as if I’m thinking seriously. “I think we need to make sure that you’re able to help me out with what I need. That we can work well together. In fact, I think we should probably make sure of that right now. It would be a shame if you weren’t able to help me.”

His eyes darken as he steps closer. Right between my legs that open up for him as he approaches. Inviting him in.

“I can give you everything you need, Ana. Don’t doubt that for a second.” His voice is low and almost threatening, and it sends a thrill through me that settles in my core, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.

“Show me.” I lift my chin as if it’s a challenge.

He rests his hands on my thighs, pushing them further apart. “Actually,” he says, his eyes dark with hungry desire, “I think that’s an excellent idea. I’m a firm believer in hands-on methods of instruction.”

“Oh, are you?” Hell yeah.

He backs up abruptly and pulls me off his desk, standing in front of me, feet spread wide. “On your knees.”

Oh my god. My breath whooshes out in a pant, and I immediately obey. This has taken a totally unexpected and thrilling turn. Fast. And I couldn’t be more excited.

“Now what, professor?”

He pretends like he’s thinking, but I can tell from the gleam in his eyes that he already knows what he wants. “Open wide and let me cum down your throat.”

Holy fucking hell. Yes. His words make my pussy even wetter than it already is as I look up at him, hastily freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants.

This is insane. Totally crazy. All kinds of wrong. And I can’t get enough. I have to admit I didn’t expect him to be so willing to get dirty with me. Or so commanding. There is definitely a dirty side to this man, even more than I suspected. I want to dig in and discover all of it.