Sophie's Pov

I held my breath, my mind going crazy, knowing what I'm about to do is reckless as fuck but I don't care anymore. My body already made the decision for me. I shoved the thought away, my only focus on Hayes and what I'm about to do to him.

As if he could feel me thinking about him, I saw his legs approach the table from under the cloth. My pulse jumped, my lips already wet just seeing those dark trousers. He adjusted his chair and sat down, leaning back like nothing was wrong, completely unaware I was crouched right beneath him, waiting for him. I shifted a little, hiding deeper so he wouldn't see me just yet.

My eyes dropped to his bulge and holy fuck, it was right there, thick and hard even before I touched him.

That cock was straining against his trousers, begging to be freed. I wanted to tear those pants apart, suck him until he couldn't breathe, but no, first I'm going to play with him. Teach him a lesson for saying "no penetration" last time.

Let's see if he still has the strength to say that when my mouth is on his dick.

The speaker in the hall crackled and a voice rang out, "Professor Hayes, please come forward and give the opening speech and prayer."

I bit back a laugh, my smirk spreading. Oh, this is perfect.

Opening prayer, huh? Good. Let's pray together then.

He started to rise, but before he could stand, I slid my hand up and grabbed his thigh. His whole body jerked like he'd been shocked, his eyes snapping down in complete terror.

His mouth fell open when he saw me under the table. His eyes went wide as fuck, like he couldn't believe it.

"Sophie! What the hell are you.." His voice was a harsh whisper.

I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling him to shut the fuck up. "Shhh," I hissed, then tilted my head, my own eyes dark with hunger.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked back, my voice low and taunting.

I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard, panic and heat mixing in his expression.

"Sit down," I ordered, my tone sharp, my hand now creeping higher up his thigh. "You're going to sit there and give that speech while I give you a blowjob you'll never forget."

Before he could even process my words, I yanked him back down into the chair. My fingers went straight for his cock, grabbing him through his trousers. His hips bucked forward, his mouth parting like he wanted to moan but bit it back at the last second.

"Stop... Sophie," he groaned under his breath, the sound of my name breaking apart in a way that made my clit throb.

That voice, half a moan, half a command, shit!It was everything I wanted.

"This is for denying me," I breathed, leaning in closer, my lips brushing his thigh through the fabric. "Do you have any idea how badly I've been craving you? How badly I wanted this cock inside me?"

The speaker blared again before he could reply.

"Professor Hayes? Are you coming to the podium to give the speech?"

Hayes' whole body went stiff, but my hand was already rubbing roughly from his trousers thick length. My eyes locked on his face, daring him to stop me.

"Take it from here," I whispered up at him, grinning wickedly.

His chest heaved and finally, he rasped out, "I... I'll take it from here."

"Okay, no problem," the man on the speaker replied.

Hayes barely had time to breathe before I yanked down his zipper, the sound loud as fuck to my ears.

I shoved my hand inside, past the waistband of his boxers, and gripped him bare. His hips shot up like he couldn't help it, a strangled groan slipping past his clenched teeth.

"Fuck," I muttered, staring at his cock as I pulled his trousers and boxers down in one rough move.

His cock sprang free, thick and huge standing out. My mouth watered instantly, heat pooling between my legs so fast it almost made me dizzy.

I heard footsteps coming closer and I almost froze, someone stopped right in front of him.

"Here's the mic, Professor," a voice said.

Hayes reached out to take it, trying to keep his breathing steady, but the second his hand stretched out, I wrapped my fingers tighter around his cock and gave a firm pump.

His whole body jolted, and he let out a low, guttural sound he barely covered with a fake cough into the mic.

A filthy smile spread across my face. Yes. This is what I wanted.

I stroked him harder, my hand twisting, sliding from base to tip while my tongue teased the swollen head. He was trying to hold his composure, trying to act like nothing was happening, but I could feel he wanted to groan badly.

His dick was hot, throbbing, pulsing in my grip, and I hadn't even taken him into my mouth yet.

He blew out a shaky breath into the mic, like he was about to start talking, but I wasn't ready to let him catch his breath, not even for a second.

I shoved his hips back, dragging him further under the table where no one could see us. The second I was sure we were hidden, I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around his cock.

His whole body jerked like I'd just shocked him with a live wire. A raw, strangled sound ripped from his throat, but he swallowed it down so hard it came out as a weird cough into the mic.

His hands clamped down on the chair arms, his knuckles turning white, gripping the arms like he needed something to hold him steady or he'd lose it completely.

His precum smeared on my tongue the second I took him deep and holy fuck, that taste only made me hungrier. I hollowed my cheeks and dragged my mouth down his thick length slowly at first, pulling back so I could lick up the sides, slobber running down my chin and dripping onto his balls.

Then I went deeper and rougher, my spit making everything sloppy and wet. My tongue swirled around the swollen tip, flicking fast, teasing him until his hips tried to thrust but I pushed him flat with one hand.

"Professor Hayes, are you alright?" another voice called out, closer this time.

Hayes' chest heaved like he couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth to answer but what came out wasn't even words, just a broken mess of sound.

"Y-yeah... I... uh-God-yes... I'm-f-fine..."

I smirked around his cock, sucking harder. Fine, yeah? Okay let's see.

His thighs trembled under my hands, his whole body fighting to stay still. He bit his lip so hard it bled just to keep from groaning.

I shoved my head all the way down, taking him to the back of my throat. My nose pressed against his lower stomach as I swallowed around him, choking slightly, but I didn't stop.

I pulled back with a loud wet pop, spit stringing between my lips and his cock, then slammed my mouth down again, faster, sloppier and messier.

The mic picked up every shaky breath he took. His words came out broken and staggered, nothing but random pauses between gasps, like a man trying to give a speech while being destroyed under the table.

"W-we... ahh... w-we g-gathe, uh-t-today... for... oh, fuck for the blessing! "

I giggled around him, the sound vibrating against his cock and making his hips jerk. His free hand slammed against the table, almost knocking over the mic stand.

His leg kicked wildly under the table. He was falling apart, barely holding himself together while my mouth worked him like a toy.

I twisted my wrist around the base while my mouth pumped him fast, my tongue sliding over every vein, sucking so deep it made my throat ache. Slobber poured down my chin, soaking his balls as I cupped and squeezed them, my fingers digging into the soft skin.

Hayes' head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to breathe, tried to talk, but his voice cracked apart completely.

"Th...ank you lord.."

His breath came out in a ragged moan he couldn't stop.

The teachers up front probably thought he was sick or nervous, but not knowing I have him throbbing in my mouth and he is so close, so fucking close.

I didn't slow down. I went wilder, bobbing my head so fast my throat burned, my hand stroking in time with my mouth, twisting, squeezing, my tongue flicking at the tip every time I pulled back, and my clit hissing loudly, begging for something to touch it.

His chair creaked violently under him as his body shook, his hand slamming down on the table again, his other hand gripping my hair so tight it hurt, but I didn't care, how would I even care?

How fucking will I!?

"P-praise–ahhh....praise the... the l-lord...fuck, Sophie–"

That last word was half a moan, half a whimper, his control breaking completely.

I sucked harder, determined to swallow every drop when he finally lost it, no penetration? Fuck damnit!

"I will go first, sorry" his voice boomed out from the speaker.

He removed my head slightly, "Follow me, find a way to get yourself out there, without getting caught" he said sharply, as he pulled me away slightly and he pulled up his trousers, then picked his bag to cover up his bugle as he walked away from the hall.

A smile crept on my lips.

Sophie's POV

I was breathing as I walked down the hallway to Hayes' office, my thighs were still shaking from what just happened under that table. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest.it wasn't an easy task, sneaking out unnoticed, crawling out from under there while he was still trying to pretend like nothing happened in front of everyone but somehow, I made it.

Before I even knocked, my hand was on the doorknob, ready to twist it open, when suddenly the door flew open and a strong hand grabbed me inside, the next thing I knew, my back slammed hard against the wall, the air leaving my lungs with a sharp gasp. The door shut behind us roughly.

My eyes shot up and met his.Professor Hayes' face was dark, but It wasn't anger, but lust, the kind of look that made my knees go weak.

"Do you have any idea what you just did, Sophie?" he snarled, his voice sounding low, rough, his breath brushing my ear. His face was so close I could feel the heat coming off his skin. "That was risky as fuck."

I should've been scared, I should've backed right now, but instead, my eyes slid down, past his chest, past his stomach, straight to the massive bulge still straining against his boxers.

"Prof..." my voice came out shaky, but not from any fear. "You're still hard."

His jaw twitched, and I saw his eyes flicker down to where I was staring.

That was all it took, my hips shifted off the wall on their own, like my body wasn't even listening to me anymore. I pressed myself against him, rubbing my throbbing and aching pussy on his cock through the fabric, desperate for him.

"Didn't you... call me here for this?" I asked, making sure my tone sounds filthy, slurred with need, as I ground on him like a whore who couldn't get enough.

His control snapped immediately.

He growled low in his chest and grabbed me, his hands rough, like he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

In one swift motion, he yanked my clothes down, baring me completely in front of him. My dress, bra, panties, everything gone, my skin prickling from the cool air and the way his hungry eyes devoured me.

Before I could even gasp, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the desk. That same one where he told me "no penetration" before. My body trembled with excitement, my back arching as he laid me out flat on top of it.

"You want me deep inside you, Sophie?" His voice was a growl now, his face hovering over mine, his breath hot on my lips.

"Yes," I blurted out, nodding frantically. "God, yes, Prof, please."

My hand slid down between my thighs on its own, my fingers finding my wet, throbbing clit. I rubbed it hard and fast, shivering under my own touch, moaning like I was already halfway gone.

Hayes watched me with dark, furious lust in his eyes, then in one sharp movement, he shoved his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard jiggling the sight alone making me whimper.

"Just this one time, Sophie," he breathed harshly, almost like he was trying to convince himself. "Nothing after this., this never happened."

"Fine," I panted, spreading my legs wider, shamelessly rubbing my clit while staring at him. "Just for now. Just fuck me, professor. Thrust into me deep. Don't take it easy. I want to feel you tear me apart."

He ripped my hand away from my clit, pinning it above my head. With his other hand, he lined himself up, the fat head of his cock sliding against my dripping entrance.

And then, with one sharp, brutal thrust, he slammed inside me.

"Ohhh, fuck!" I screamed, my back arching off the desk as my walls clenched around him. The stretch burned, delicious and painful all at once, my entire body shuddering.

Hayes' head fell forward with a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Fucking hell, Sophie," he rasped, his breath ragged, his hands gripping my thighs so hard it hurt.

"Yoh my god, fuck me! please!" I cried out, my nails scratching at the desk, my legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper.

He didn't hold back, his hips slammed into me over and over, the desk creaking beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud and obscene. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me, my tits bouncing, my pussy gripping him tighter and tighter.

"Ahh...Don't stop, don't fucking stop!" I was screaming shameless and filthy, lost in the rough rhythm of his cock pounding me into the wood.

His breath came out in harsh, uneven grunts, his pace getting even faster, almost like he was punishing me.

"Take it, Sophie," he growled. "Take every fucking inch."

"God prof!" I sobbed, my voice breaking, tears of pleasure stinging my eyes.

My body was spiraling, my clit throbbing painfully as my orgasm crept up fast and hard, my stomach clenched, my toes curled, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"I-I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my voice desperate, begging. "Oh, Hayes, I'm cumming-"

His hand shot up to my throat, gripping it firmly but not too tight, forcing my eyes to lock with his.

"Don't you fucking cum yet," he snarled, his thrusts becoming brutal, pounding into me so deep I saw stars. "You hold it. You don't cum until I tell you to."

I whimpered, sobbing out incoherent pleas, my body on fire, my orgasm hanging right at the edge, threatening to break me apart.

"Please, prof, please!" I begged, writhing beneath him, my legs shaking. "I can't, oh god, I can't-"

"You can," he growled, slamming into me one final, devastating thrust. "Now cum. Cum all over my cock, Sophie. Let me feel you lose it."

My scream tore from my throat as my orgasm exploded, my pussy clenching so hard around him it almost hurt. My vision went white, my body thrashing under his as wave after wave of pure pleasure ripped through me.

Hayes' head fell back with a guttural groan as he finally let go, his cock pulsing deep inside me, filling me up with hot, thick cum.

The desk shook violently beneath us as he pumped the last of himself into me, both of us panting like animals, completely spent and filthy.

Sophie's POV

That night, I could barely sleep, my mind going crazy with memories of the sex with the professor. The more I thought of it, the more I found it hard to believe. The first time I'd seen him, a day after I transferred to the school, I'd realized immediately that I wanted him. He stood out among everyone else, earning my undiluted attention like no one else did.

There and then, I'd decided I wanted him. But after the first few days at the school, I realized that might be harder than I'd thought. Then came the preparation for the ceremony and the perfect opportunity presented itself when I was alone with him in his office, waiting for his instructions on what he needed me to do at the ceremony.

Before I was aware of it, my hand slid down to my thigh, the same way Professor Hayes' hand had done. Chuckling to myself, I rolled to the other side of my bed. I could still feel his touch, I could still feel his cock inside me, warm, hard, and demanding.

Then I remembered what he'd said before finally giving me what I'd been craving for.

"Just this one time, Sophie."

At that moment, I'd been okay with that, but now that I thought of it, I knew I had lied when I agreed with him. After having him inside me like that, I was far from being satisfied. Instead, my hunger has heightened. I wanted him again. And I was going to get him.

With that in mind, I closed my eyes and let myself be snatched away by the tender hands of sleep. The next morning, after taking my bath, I headed to my closet, my mind already carrying an image of what I was looking for.

Searching for only a few minutes, I found it. The short, red gown that I'd gotten from a discount sale a year ago and I'd worn only once. I'd been waiting for the perfect reason to wear it again and I now had one. Taking the dress, I walked over to the front of my large mirror, then I held it against my body, admiring the reflection in the mirror.

I closed my eyes briefly, allowing my mind to wander a little. An image of Professor Hayes sliding the dress of my thigh filled my mind and my heart beat a little faster. Determined, I put on the gown, then I grabbed my large black coat before finally leaving the house.

When I got to school an hour later, I headed straight to the professor's office. Having no class until late in the afternoon, I had the whole morning to myself. And I intended to put it to intense use.

As I got closer to the professor's office, my heart started racing in anticipation. Once I was in front of the door, I paused and glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was watching.

Then I put my hand into the pocket of my coat and removed the key I'd borrowed from Professor Hayes' desk when he wasn't looking. Smiling to myself, I unlocked the door and allowed myself into the office.

It was empty, just like I expected. Professor Hayes was in class at that moment and he wouldn't be free until after an hour. But I was fine with waiting. The sacrifice was worth the reward that would come after.

After locking the door, I went to sit in his chair, waiting patiently as the minutes went by. Almost an hour later, I heard someone approaching. From the footsteps, I could already tell that he was the one.

My heart jumped with joy and I pressed my thighs together, trying to suppress the heat that wanted to form between them. A key turned in the lock moments later and the door opened.

"...yeah, Rob. I'll have it ready by tomorrow afternoon," Professor Hayes was saying as he walked in. "I'm about to get busy right now and I won't be done till night or so. It depends on how fast I am. I'll pro-"

He froze when he saw me, the rest of his words dying in his mouth.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in surprise. His eyes darted around the office, as if checking to see if I was alone.

"Hi, Professor," I said with a smile and rose from the chair.

"Uhm, lemme call you later, Rob," he said into the phone and hung up immediately. His phone disappeared into his pocket afterwards.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, then a frown appeared on his face. "Wait, how did you even get in here?"

"You don't need to worry about that, sir." I got to his front and put my arms around his neck.

His hands came up immediately, as if he'd been stung by something, and he removed my hands from his neck. "I already told you. That was a one time thing. You need to leave now."

Stepping sideways, he pointed to the door.

I glanced at the door, then I looked back at him. My lips curved into a smile and I grabbed my coat and slipped it off my shoulders. His eyes followed it as it fell soundlessly to the floor.

"Are you sure you want me to leave?" I asked. Slowly, I caressed my lips with my tongue, then I brought one finger up to my chin and began tracing a line downwards.

Professor Hayes swallowed quickly, then he said, "Yes, Sophie, you need to go."

"Fine," I said with feigned resignation. "But first..." I moved closer to him until our chests were almost touching each other. His own was rising and falling as fast as mine was and I noticed the veins in his hands straining, as if he was forcing them to remain in place.

Looking straight into his eyes, I took one of his hands and guided it to the middle of my thighs.

"Are you sure you still want me to leave?" I asked, my voice close to a whisper. Parting my legs slightly, I led his hand under my gown and all the way up to my warm entrance.

His eyes widened as he realized that I wasn't wearing anything under the gown. Grinning wickedly, I pushed his hand up even further.

"Fuck," he muttered, while also releasing the breath he was holding. Through his eyes, I saw his resolve weaken and his pupils darken before his lips came crashing down on mine.