The campus was already getting quiet that afternoon, most of the students had left, and the remaining few were those in the library. Most professors had gone home hours ago. I should have left too, but I was still at my desk, papers scattered before me, trying to distract myself with grading the students assignments.

It didn't work. Every sentence blurred into another, my mind drifting back to him.

Noah.

Our first kiss replayed in my head in a loop. The way he had leaned in, daring me to stop him. The way my lips had parted before I could think better of it. The way my hand had cupped the back of his neck like he belonged to me, like I owned him.

I shivered at the memory and pushed the papers away, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. This has to stop.

A knock at the door broke through my thoughts.

I got up, smoothing my blouse, telling myself it was probably a colleague or a custodian. But when I opened the door, my heart slammed against my chest.

Noah.

Leaning against the doorframe, hands shoved casually in his pockets, that same crazy half-smile curving his lips.

"Professor," he said smoothly. "Working late?"

My voice caught in my throat. "What are you doing here? You should be at your dorm."

He shrugged. "I forgot something in class. Thought I'd check if you were still around." His eyes flicked past me to the stack of papers. "Guess I was right."

I should have sent him away. Slammed the door in his face, reminded him of boundaries, and maybe threatened to report him. But I stepped aside. "Five minutes. Then you're gone."

He entered like he owned the space, shutting the door with a soft click. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the felt air thicker. He strolled to my desk, his eyes lingering on the scattered assignments, then back to me.

"You look tired," he murmured. "Long day?"

"I don't need your concern," I snapped, though my voice lacked confidence.

He moved closer, his presence overwhelming. "You've been avoiding me."

I forced a laugh. "You're imagining things."

"No," he said simply, his gaze strong, piercing. "You're scared."

The word hit me like a wave. I opened my mouth to deny it, but he was already stepping closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"You're scared of what happens when we're alone," he whispered.

I swallowed hard. "This is inappropriate. You're-"

"Your student?" he cut in. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "You've said it enough times. But that didn't stop you from kissing me back."

Heat ran through me, furious and undeniable. "That was a mistake."

"Then let me make it again."

I ignored Noah, not giving him any response, and walked back to my seat.

The silence between us didn't last long.

Noah closed the distance in two huge steps, his hand gripping the edge of my desk before I could even think about protesting. His gaze fixed into mine, daring me to move, daring me to push him away. I didn't. I couldn't.

His mouth found mine before I could think. There was no hesitation this time, only fire. His lips pressed hard, claiming, hungry, tasting me like he had been starving since the first time. My body betrayed me instantly, melting into the heat of him. I clutched at his shirt, my fingers curling against the fabric as he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping into my mouth with a dominance that made my knees weak.

I should have stopped him. Instead, I opened wider, let him in, let him take.

His hand left the desk and found my waist, fingers roaming my body possessively, pulling me closer until my hips brushed against his. His hard dick pressed into me, unmistakable, and a shameful moan tore from my throat. His answering growl vibrated against my lips, rough and satisfied.

"Professor," he whispered against my mouth, low and dangerous. "You taste so much better when you stop pretending."

The word sent a shiver through me-professor, spoken not as a title of respect but as a filthy reminder of everything that made this wrong. That wrongness only made it hotter.

His mouth left mine to trail down my jaw, hot open-mouthed kisses branding my skin. He nipped at the hollow of my throat, his tongue soothing the sting before dragging lower, lower, until my head tilted back and my breath came out hard.

My hands betrayed me again, sliding up his chest, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his shirt. I tugged at his collar, needing him closer, needing more. Fumbling with his buttons, I needed him shirtless. He answered with a low chuckle that sent jolts of shock through me.

"Look at you," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "The one who sets the rules... falling apart because of me."

I gasped as his hand moved lower, roaming down to my waist, just above my hip, dangerously close to the hem of my skirt. Every nerve in my body lit up.

"Noah-" I tried, but it came out weak, broken, more plea than a warning.

"Say my name like that again." His voice was dark and hard, wrapping his arms around me, suffocating me with desire. "Say it while I make you forget where we are."

His mouth claimed mine again, harder this time, and his hand slid under the edge of my skirt, fingers grazing bare skin. My thighs trembled. My grip on his shirt tightened until I thought the buttons might pop.

His hand rubbed my thighs, moving up to my throbbing pussy, he rubbed over my panties, and I lost it.

"Oh Noah," I moaned.

"Say that again, call me with that tone" he instructed.

His fingers were dangerously close to my clit, tapping lightly and teasing me.

I whimpered against his mouth, my body jerking at the shocking intimacy of his touch. He didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just pushed further, coaxing me open with slow, devastating strokes on my panties that made my knees buckle.

He pulled back just enough to watch my face. "That's it," he whispered, his eyes dark and wild. "Don't hide from me. I want to see how much you need this."

His fingers pressed harder.

I let myself feel every bit of it.

"Noah please, just do it".

" You're teasing me, please", I begged.

I broke. A sharp scream left my mouth, and I clutched him tighter like he was the only thing keeping me upright. Every brush of his fingers across my clit pulled another sound from my throat-soft moans, gasps, whispered curses. The forbidden thrill of it, here in my office, him my student, me his professor, it twisted every ounce of guilt into molten pleasure.

He kissed me again, swallowing my sounds, his free hand gripping the back of my neck as if he couldn't bear to let me go. His body pressed me harder against the desk, trapping me, owning me.

"You're so wet for me," he growled into my mouth, now touching my bare pussy. "Do you know how long I've dreamed of this? How many nights I've wanted to hear you break for me?"

I couldn't answer. My voice was gone, lost to the rhythm of his touch, to the way he worked me with slow, deliberate cruelty, never enough, always pulling me closer to the edge then easing back.

He pushed one finger inside me. "Ohhhh".

Slow at first, watching the way my mouth fell open around a moan. The stretch burned just enough to make it sinful. Then he added a second, filling me tighter, moving in and out with steady strokes that had my thighs clamping around his wrist.

"Yes baby", "harder please", "fasterrrrrr", "fuck me faster". I moaned.

Every thrust felt just right, brushing that spot that made my whole body shake. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit, perfectly timed, bringing me closer and closer.

My head dropped onto his shoulder, desperate little sounds spilling against his neck. He smelled like heat and danger, like the ruin of everything I had built. And still, I clung to him, hips rocking helplessly into his hand.

"Yes," I gasped, the word torn from me without thought. "Please-don't stop-"

That was all he needed. His pace shifted, faster, harder, fingers curling in a way that ripped a cry straight from my chest. My body arched against him, desperate and shameless.

The pressure increased all at once. My back arched off the desk, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure exploded through me in violent waves.

My pussy walls clenched tight around his fingers, pulsing with every shuddering spasm. I clung to him desperately, riding his hand, grinding against his palm as the orgasm tore me apart.

My toes curled tightly, my squirt and wetness gushed out of me, soaking his fingers, proof of how completely he had dealt me.

The world froze. My legs shook violently, vision blurred, and I came undone against him, moaning his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

"Oh, Noah," I screamed.

His arm wrapped around me, holding me steady as he drove me through every wave, refusing to let go until I collapsed against him, boneless, trembling, utterly wrecked.

For a long moment, all I could hear was my own ragged breathing and the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. He kissed the top of my head, gentle now, a sharp contrast to the ruthless way he had just taken me apart.

When I finally lifted my head, his lips curved into a wicked smile. "You'll never forget this," he said simply.

And deep down, I knew he was right.

My body was still slightly trembling from what Noah had just done to me, my thighs were damp and weak, my breath jagged as if I had run miles. His fingers, slick and glistening with my wetness, slid out of me slowly, deliberately, and the sight of them nearly made me collapse again.

But Noah wasn't done, he wasn't even close to being done with me.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his voice husky with wild desire.

"That," he whispered, "was only the beginning."

A helpless moan escaped my mouth, I should have been disgusted, sending him out of my office, pulling my clothes back into place. But instead, heat coiled in my belly again, and I felt desire rose in me.

His mouth captured mine, kissing me like he hadn't just shattered my pussy with his hands. His tongue tasted me, claiming, pushing, taking. By the time he pulled away, my blouse was half undone, the top button broken where he'd tugged too roughly.

Noah smiled at the mess he was making of me. "Take this off." he commanded.

When I didn't move, he reached for the hem of my blazer and slid it down my arms himself, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. His fingers worked at my blouse, popping each button one by one while holding my gaze. Every snap of fabric echoed in the quiet office, daring me to stop him.

But I didn't.

My bra was next, black lace that had once made me feel powerful in my own skin. He peeled it away slowly, reverently, until my breasts broke free, his eyes darkened, a sharp inhale of air rattling through his chest.

"Fuck, Professor," he muttered, his hands covering my boobs, squeezing, molding, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they pebbled hard.

"Do you know how long I've dreamed about this? About these?"

My head tilted backwards, and a gasp escaping from my throat when his mouth replaced his hands. Hot, wet, he sucked and licked, biting softly until I arched against him. His name fell from my lips again, traitorous and needy.

"Noah..."

He groaned into my skin. "Say it like that when I'm inside you."

I shuddered. The words should have stopped me, but instead they pushed me deeper into the blissful moment.

His hands moved down, tugging at my skirt, yanking the zipper with impatient fingers. The fabric slid down my thighs, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it like I was under his command, my panties clung to me, soaked, ruined from his earlier teasing.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and dragged them down slowly, savoring every inch of bare skin he revealed. By the time I was standing naked before him, my heart was thundering so loudly I thought it might shake the windows.

Noah dropped to his knees.

The sight alone nearly undid me: my student, on the floor, staring at me like I was his last meal, like I was a walking goddess. His big hands spread my thighs, pushing them wide apart until I had no choice but to give him a full show of my pussy.

"Please," I whispered, shame burning hot in my cheeks.

He grinned wickedly. "Oh, I'm going to, Professor. I'm going to ruin you."

Then without warning, his mouth was on my clit.

I cried out, my hands flying to the desk behind me to steady myself as his tongue slid over my pussy in one long, hungry stroke. He devoured me, licking, sucking, groaning like I was his favorite sin, his grip on my thighs tightened, holding me open, keeping me from closing them around the unbearable intensity of his warm mouth.

Every flick of his tongue, every swirl over my clit sent fire racing through me. My hips bucked forward without my permission, grinding against his mouth, chasing the friction that had me arching my back all over again.

He looked up once, eyes blazing, lips glistening. "Taste so fucking sweet." Then he buried himself back between my legs, tongue thrusting deep, fucking me with his mouth.

I lost it. My moans filled the office, desperate and shameless. "Noah, oh god-yes, yes-don't stop-"

He didn't, he ate me like I was a five star meal, he ate me like he meant to break me apart piece by piece, sucking my clit, plunging his tongue inside me, switching between torment and bliss until I was shamelessly moaning his name. My legs trembled so badly he had to hold me upright, one arm wrapped around my waist as if I might collapse.

The orgasm hit sharp and violent, ripping through me with brutal force. My hands clutched his hair, yanking, grinding harder against his mouth as pleasure consumed me. I came screaming, wetness flooding his tongue, but still he didn't stop, licking me through the aftershocks until I was shaking uncontrollably.

"Noah-please-I can't-"

He pulled back at last, lips wet, chin glistening, eyes feral. "Oh, you're not done yet." He swirled his tongue over his wet lips, tasting me.

Before I could protest, he stood up, grabbing me by the waist and spinning me. My hips slammed against the desk, the papers scattering like confetti across the floor.

I barely caught my breath before I felt him behind me, the hard, unyielding press of his cock against my ass. He'd already freed himself, his length was hot and throbbing against my bare skin.

Terror and desire crashed inside me. "No, we can't-"

"Yes, we can," he growled in my ear, grinding against me. "And we will."

He spun me back around, facing him, he kissed me hard, his tongue silencing every weak protest, and I tasted myself in his mouth. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining up against my slick, swollen slit.

"Noah-" I tried again, but it came out a broken moan.

"Shhh," he whispered, his forehead pressed to mine. "Let me in, Professor. I'll make you mine."

And then he pushed it in, in one strong thrust.

The stretch hurt at first, tight and overwhelming, and my nails dug into his shoulders. He groaned, head tilting back, eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck-you feel even better than I imagined."

He slid deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, and his balls were the only thing hanging out. The sensation stole my breath, my pussy clenching around him instinctively. He held still, letting me adjust, kissing me softly, surprisingly tender in the middle of his ruthless claiming.

Then he started to move.

Slow at first, dragging out every inch, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hard enough to make the desk shake slowly. My gasp echoed in the room, sharp and needy.

"Noah-oh god-"

"That's it," he panted, his pace quickening, slamming into me harder, faster, until my desk creaked under the rhythm. "Take it, Professor. Take all of me."

Each thrust sent sparks exploding through me. My body met his greedily, rocking back, desperate, reckless. My breasts bounced with every motion, my hands scrambling for balance, looking for something to grab, something to hold onto but finding only him, always him.

"You're mine now," he growled, biting at my neck, leaving marks that would damn me. "Say it."

"I'm, fuck-I'm yours," I cried, the words ripped out of me in between gasps and moans.

"That's right," he snarled, driving harder, deeper, until I could feel him everywhere. "Mine."

The coil in my belly snapped violently, pleasure ripping through me so intensely I screamed. My nails raked down his back, my pussy clamping tight around him as wave after wave of orgasm tore through me.

"You're so fucking tight." He cursed.

Hips pounding faster, chasing his own release. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep, groaning my name as he spilled hot cum inside me, filling me completely. The sensation dragged another shuddering climax out of me, leaving me shaking, wrecked, and satisfied.

We collapsed together against the desk, panting, sweat-slicked, clinging to each other like we'd just survived a war.

For a long moment, the only sound in the office was our ragged breathing.

Finally, Noah pulled back just enough to look at me. His lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smile.

"This isn't the end," he whispered, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips. "It's just the start."

And god help me, I believed him.