Kelly

The office door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in that dim, book-scented space. I sat on the edge of his desk, and my skirt hiked scandalously high.

Prof Will... god, even thinking his name made my clit throb, paced in front of me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, that massive bulge still straining his pants.

"You're playing with fire, Kelly," he growled, stopping inches away, his cologne making me lose my mind as he towered over me, chest heaving under his half-unbuttoned shirt, exposing a trail of dark hair leading south. My fingers itched to trace it.

"Me? You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me." I uncrossed my legs slowly, flashing my soaked lace panties, the cool air kissing my wetness. His eyes dropped down, pupils blowing wide, making a low groan rumbling from his throat. "Admit it, Prof. You want to taste."

He gripped the desk on either side of my hips, caging me, his breath hot on my neck. "Focus, Kelly. Here's the deal." His knee brushed mine under the narrow space. "Private tutoring. My apartment, Tuesdays, 7 PM. No distractions."

My breath caught. *His apartment?* "Just us? Sounds... intimate." I bit my lip, watching his pupils dilate, chest rising faster.

"Academic only," he growled. "Fail again, and you're out. Understood?"

I nodded, standing so close our bodies nearly touched. "Crystal, Professor."

His hips rocked forward, hard length pressing against my inner thigh, right where I pulsed for him.

"Promise?" I whispered, arching up, nipples scraping his chest through fabric. My hand slid to his zipper, palming his thickness... damn he was thick, veiny, at least 8 inches. He hissed, thrusting into my grip once, pre-cum soaking through.

"Fuck... Kelly." His mouth crashed down in seconds, tongue invading, devouring. I moaned into him, grinding my soaked pussy against his thigh, chasing friction. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he cupped my breast, thumb circling the tip. Sparks shot straight to my clit... I was dripping, ready to beg.

But he pulled away, eyes wild, chest heaving. "Out, now. Before I bend you over this desk." Voice wrecked, he adjusted himself, wincing.

I slid off, legs shaky, smirking over my shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Will."

"Wait, study this." He slid a textbook across, his hand brushing mine. Electricity shot up my arm, straight to my core. My cunt throbbed instantly.

"Thanks, Prof." I stood, hips swaying as I took the book. His gaze dropped to my ass before he cleared his throat.

"Door's open for questions, Kelly." The way he said my name, husky... made butterflies dance in my stomach.

"I'll save it for later." As I left, his eyes devoured my ass swaying out the door.

Next night, I showed up at his sleek downtown apartment door at 7 sharp. Black mini-dress that hugged my curves, thigh-highs peeking out, no panties, just a secret throb. He answered in jeans low on his hips and a tee that hugged his abs. "Right on time. Impresses me." His voice rumbled, eyes darkening as he drank me in.

"Wouldn't miss it." I stepped inside. His place screamed bachelor... dim lamps, a half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. I loved the scent of his place, wood and spice making my mouth water. Modern loft: leather couch, city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.

He led me to the dining table piled with textbooks, I set my bag down, he helped me arrange my books, our arms brushed, goosebumps exploded. "Derivatives first." He stood behind me as I sat, his body heat pressing close, breathing warm on my neck.

I fumbled the pencil, "accidentally" dropping it. Bent to grab it, ass arching toward him. His hands gripped the chair back, knuckles white.

"Focus," he murmured, voice husky, thigh nudging mine. But his bulge strained against his jeans, inches from my shoulder.

"Sorry, Prof." I straightened, twisting to face him, my dress riding up. "Show me again?"

He leaned in, his hand over mine on the page, guiding strokes. His touch burned, cock twitching visibly. Sweat beaded on his temple. "Like this... slow, firm pressure."

My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh. "Mmm, yeah... harder?"

He froze, pulling back sharp, eyes dark. "Break, Would you like beer?"

"Yeah, sure." My phone lit up, A message from Jake: *Party at my place. You sure you don't wanna come?* Ignored. Only Will mattered.

In the kitchen, I heard bottles clinked. He returned, handed me one, fingers lingering. "You're trouble, Kelly."

"Trouble's fun." I sipped, pressing closer, tits grazing his arm. My nipples ached, begging.

He set his beer down, hands flexing. "This is dangerous." But he didn't move, gaze locked on my lips.

We returned to equations, the tension crackling. His foot hooked mine under the table, rubbing slowly. My clit pulsed in rhythm. "Getting it now?" he asked, voice strained.

"Almost... touch it here." I pointed, guiding his hand lower on the page, fingers inches from my hem.

He exhaled ragged, palm sliding to my thigh instead. Skin ignited. "Fuck," he muttered, squeezing.

I gasped, spreading wider. His thumb traced higher, brushing lace-less heat. "Prof..."

The door buzzer shattered it, the pizza guy. He walked away, cursing under breath, bulge throbbing as he paid.

Back at the table, he avoided my eyes. "Today's session is over."

I packed up reluctantly, he stood still, just watching. He walked me to the door, hand on my lower back, fingers pressing possessive. "Same time next week?"

"Can't wait, Prof." I brushed my lips near his cheek, leaving my scent. The door clicked shut; I heard him groan inside.

I left aching, in my car, my fingers rubbed my soaked pussy to the edge, whispering, "Soon, Will."

*Will*

Kelly's scent lingered... sweet, needy. I gripped the counter, my cock rock-hard, pre-cum staining my boxers. Divorced two years, I'd kept it locked down, but Kelly? no one likes her. She is my student and it's forbidden. But that tight hot body...curves begging to be gripped, and eyes promising sin. Fuck.

But replaying her ass arched at my board... I unzipped, stroking hard, grunting her name. Cum hit my fist, shame mixing with hunger. The next session would be game over, if I didn't lock it down.

Kelly

I deliberately missed his classes the whole week to make sure he noticed my absence and get hard for me the next time he saw me.

I plotted for the next session: shorter skirt, no panties, "study break" massage.

Next Tuesday arrived fast. I buzzed at Prof Will's apartment door in a high school girl short pink skirt, no panties, and a tank top that made my nipples visible. My pussy clenched from just pressing the button, remembering his office bulge grinding against me last week... leaking for me. *He's gonna crack tonight.*

The door swung open, and there he was: shirt unbuttoned at the collar, showing that sexy chest hair. His eyes raked me head to toe, jaw clenching. "Kelly. Come in."

I walked past, brushing his crotch "accidentally." He hissed, slammed the door. Textbooks waited on the kitchen island.

"Beer?" he offered, voice rough, popping the cap and handing it over. Our fingers tangled... I licked the rim slowly, holding his stare.

"Thanks, Prof. For... tutoring."

We settled at his kitchen island, laptops open to equations. "Faraday's law," he started, leaning close, breathing hot on my neck. Our arms kept brushing, sending sparks through my body.

I fumbled the formula on purpose. "Like this?" My foot grazed his calf under the table.

He stiffened, thigh muscle flexing against my ankle. "No. Watch." His hand covered mine on the mouse, guiding it. My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh.

"Do you understand how it works now?" His eyes locked on mine, hungrier.

"Somehow," I whispered, arching so my top strained over my tits. His free hand gripped the counter, cock tenting his slacks.

I adjusted, my skirt rode up, exposing full thighs. His jaw clenched, gaze darkening as he stepped back, clearing his throat.

"Solve this equation." He pointed to the board he'd set up, chalk in hand.

I stood, hips brushing his as I passed. "I use this formula right?" My voice purred, chalk scratching slowly while I arched my back, ass curving toward him.

"There's an error." His hand covered mine on the board, guiding it. Rough palm, electric touch. My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh. He lingered, breath ragged against my ear. "You're... distracting."

"Exactly what I want." I turned, my lips a few inches from his, breasts heaving. His eyes dropped to my hard nipples poking the fabric.

He pulled away quickly, running a hand through his hair, erection tenting obviously. "I'll grab water," he rasped, turning to the fridge. I watched his back tense, imagining tearing that shirt off.

He walked back, handed me a bottle. "Why fail, Kelly? You're smart."

"Wanted your eyes on me." I gulped down, leaning on the counter.

His free hand flexed, veins bulging. "Dangerous game." He stepped closer, towering, thumb brushing my exposed collarbone. My skin burned from his touch. "I notice you now. You have my attention."

"Then teach me everything." My hand grazed his belt, feeling him twitch.

He froze, pupils blown, then gripped my wrist... firm, hot. "Not yet. Back to work." His voice cracked, body screaming otherwise.

By 9 PM, formulas blurred. I "dropped" my pen, bending slowly, ass up in the air, the skirt hiked to flash my bare cheeks, no panties. He groaned low. "Kelly..."

I straightened, facing him. Inches apart. "Help me study harder, Prof?" My hand trailed his chest.

He grabbed my wrist, pulse racing under my fingers. "This ends now... or we cross a line." But he didn't let go. His other hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my lip. Our breath mingled, heavy.

"Fuck the line," I breathed, rising on toes.

I kissed him, he kissed back- hungry, devouring. Tongue invaded, hands pressing me against his hard body, cock grinding my belly. I moaned into him, nails digging his back.

"That's enough." He said as he broke away from the kiss. "For now," he added, on second thought.

We returned to the table, tension thick in the air. Every glance, every accidental touch, his foot hooking mine under the table... built the fire. By 10 PM, my panties were drenched, his jeans strained.

"Fuck," he muttered, chair scraping as he stood up. I straightened, turning to find him right behind me, hands fisting at his sides. "You're killing me, Harper."

"Good." I rose up, stepped closer till my tits brushed his chest, nipples diamond-hard. "I want you hard for me." My hand fumbled his zipper. He held my wrist, but didn't pull away, pressed it there. Pulse racing under my fingers.

"This is wrong," he rasped, but his free hand cupped my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. I moaned, grinding against his thigh, wetness smearing his jeans.

"Tell me to stop." He growled.

I didn't dare say a word.

His mouth crashed down again, hot, demanding, tongue fucking mine. I melted into his arms, nails raking his back, tasting whiskey and need. He lifted me onto the island, textbooks scattering to the floor. He raised my top up to my chest, my tits spilled free; he groaned, sucking a nipple deep, teeth grazing. "So fucking perfect," he growled, hand diving between my thighs, fingers circling my clit through soaked folds.

"Yes, Prof! Touch me!" I bucked, slick coating his palm as he plunged two fingers inside, curling, hitting my *g-spot heaven*. My walls clenched, orgasm building fast.

But he froze, pulling back, eyes tormented. "Shit... I can't. You're my student."

I whimpered, chasing his hand. "Please... I need your cock."

He stepped away, panting, adjusting his raging hard-on. "Study. Then you leave."

But as I gathered my shit, legs shaky, he pressed against my back at the door... dick nestling my ass crack. "Next week. Behave."

I smirked, lips swollen. "Next Tuesday?" I walked out, thighs slick, his growl followed me down the hall. I grinned into the night air, pussy throbbing. *Game on.*

I ran into the last person I wanted to see back in the dorm.

Jake.

He cornered me in the parking lot. "Kelly! Saw you vanish early. Are you Prof's pet now?" His hand snaked around my waist.

I slapped them off. "Are you stalking me now?

"Hell no. Just looking for a chance to show you what a real man looks like, not some old dick."

I laughed, pushing him off... mind on Will. "You think you can bag me?"

"Something tells me I can."

I snorted. "In your dreams."

"Whatever, don't come running when he breaks you."

I raised my brows."Fuck you." I mumbled the words and stormed off.

Kelly

Thursday classes dragged, my thong soaked through lectures, I kept stealing glances at his bulge when he thought no one watched.

After classes, I followed him to his office. "Prof? Quick question?"

He nodded curtly, the office door shutting us in again. "What?"

I leaned over his desk, cleavage on full display.

"This."

I popped a button on my blouse, lace bra peeking.

Adam's apple bobbed. "Kelly..."

"Missed you." I rounded the desk, dropping to my knees between his legs. His zipper went down. *holy fuck*, 9 inches of thick, veined perfection sprang free, pre-cum beading the tip. "Let me taste you, please."

He gripped my hair, hips jerked. "No shit, yes."

I swallowed him deep, throat relaxing, tongue swirling the ridge. He fucked my mouth slow at first, groans echoing, balls tightening. We heard voices in the hall... he froze, shoving me under the desk.

Dean knocked. "Will? We have a board meeting, are you coming?"

"In a minute," he called, voice strained... my mouth on his balls, sucking softly. Dean left; he yanked me up, bending me over his desk, spanking my ass red. "Bad girl." He groaned.

"Fuck your bad girl," I begged.

Another slap, his palm stung delicious. I went under the desk again, he brought my head back to his cock, I sucked on hard, balls deep, wet. He came. I milked every drop, grinning up.

His phone rang...department head. He answered, thrusting shallow, emptying himself in my mouth, muffling my moans with his tie. "Yes... handling it."

He pulled out. "Out," he ordered, zipping up. But his hand lingered on my cheek.

Tuesday night, none of us could concentrate, I was acting like I understood an equation when he snatched my ankle, grip firm, thumb stroking my skin. "Keep your mind focused." But his free hand brushed my knee, sliding higher, his touch igniting fire within me. My breath hitched when he grazed my wetness...no panties, surprise.

"Jesus, Kelly. You're soaked."

Heat pooled between my thighs as his fingers lingered on my wet pussy, scraping my inner thigh like sandpaper on silk. I gasped sharp, nipples stabbing my dress begging for teeth on them.

"Prof... Wilson," I purred his name like a dirty secret, spreading my legs another inch wider, pussy drenched and clinging. His eyes went feral, thumb pressing firm right against my pussy. Electric jolts shot up my spine... fuck, I was dripping down my thighs.

"This isn't tutoring," he rasped, voice gravel and velvet, but he didn't pull back. No, his other hand dropped to his lap under the table, stroking that massive bulge tenting his pants.

I could see the outline straining the zipper like it wanted to burst free. My virgin pussy clenched empty, aching to feel it split me.

"Tell me to stop then," I challenged, rocking slowly into his hand, grinding my slick folds over his fingers. The friction made my clit throb, breaths coming in pants. He groaned low, primal, the sound vibrating straight to my core.

"Fuck, Kelly. You're killing me." He rose up, hauled me up by the waist, mouth crashing down on mine, this time brutal, starving. His tongue thrust deep, claiming every inch. Hands everywhere: one palming my heavy tits, fingers pinching my nipples hard enough to make me arch and moan into his kiss; the other gripping my ass, yanking me flush against him. His cock was a hard rod against my belly, so thick it made my head spin.

I ground my pussy on his muscled thigh, dress hiking up to my waist, lace scraping denim.

"Feel how wet you make me?" I whispered against his lips, nipping his bottom one. His grip tightened, fingers digging bruises I'd finger myself to later.

"Every night I rub my clit thinking of this-your hands, your mouth, that huge dick ruining me."

He growled, spinning me to face the island counter, bending me over it. Cool granite kissed my tits as he shoved my dress higher, exposing my ass.

"Jesus, Kelly," he breathed, palms kneading my ass cheeks, spreading them. A finger traced my soaked slit through panties, dipping just inside-teasing my virgin hole.

"So tight and wet." He praised me.

"For you." I grabbed his wrist. "More... please."

Two fingers now, pumping slow, thumb on my clit. I bucked, moaning loud, tits bouncing. His mouth claimed my neck, sucking down. "Tight little pussy... how are you this wet?" His cock ground against my leg, leaking at the tip.

"I'm a virgin," I gasped, clenching around him. His eyes snapped wide-shock, hunger.

He stepped back, fingers glistening. "Fuck. No. I CAN'T." He stumbled away, running hands through his hair, erection throbbing untouched.

"Will, wait..." But the door to what I guessed was his bedroom slammed. I followed, pushing in. Dim light glowing, a kingsize bed with rumpled sheets sat the middle. He stripped his shirt, backing me. He had a tattoo of a lightning bolt across his shoulder blade. Muscles rippled as he paced.

"Don't. You're untouched. I won't be your first mistake." Voice raw, but he turned, the bulge in his pants still obvious.

I dropped to my knees, crawling close, and kept my hands on his thighs. "Teach me. Please, use me." I unzipped him slowly. Saliva flooded my mouth at the sight of his thick cock.

"Kelly..." He cupped my face, thumb on my lip. I sucked it, then licked his tip, tasting salt. Moan tore from him as I took half down my throat, gagging sweet. Hands in my hair, guiding gently at first, then thrusting.

"Good girl... fuck, your mouth." Hips snapped forward, balls slapping my chin. I hummed, fingers rubbing my clit, I was close.

He pulled out suddenly, grunting. "Stop. I won't do that to you. You deserve better." He pushed me back softly, zipped up, eyes tortured. "Leave. Before I ruin you Kelly."

He looked away, tucking himself in, reality crashed. Tears pricked my eyes, rejection stung worse than fire. I fled, dress disheveled, pussy aching empty. In the elevator, fingers finished what he started, coming hard on visions of his cock. But hurt bloomed. Fine. If he won't, someone will.