Twice Driven (31 page)

Damn this girl looks good after she’s been fucked.

“
Thank you
,” She whispers.

She giggles as I snatch her panties off the floor and use them to gently clean her up before pulling my pants back on.

“Professor?”

We both whirl at the knock on the door, her jaw dropping and her eyes going wide before she snaps back to me, her face white.

“
Quick!
” I hiss, slipping my shirt back over my head and kicking the papers strewn across the floor under the desk.

“Professor Martin? A word?”

Fuck me, it’s Susan, the department head.

“Just a minute!” I say, trying to keep my voice even.

Ellie yanks her sweater on and hastily pushes her hair back from her face. “
How do I look?
”

Yeah, she definitely looks like she just got
fucked
.
 

I only give her a quick, searing kiss though as I nod. “Good enough for me to take again right fucking now.” She blushes and I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ready?”

She grins and nods, her eyes wild and her face still flushed and glowing.

I open the door to Susan, the department head, who looks startled when she sees Ellie over my shoulder. She clears her throat. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were in office hours.”

I smile pleasantly at her, trying not to think about the fact that I can still taste Ellie’s pussy on my tongue. “Oh, I work late,” I say, giving her my most charming smile. “So, anything else Ms. Thompson?”

Ellie bites her lip and shakes her head as she moves past Susan and I. “No, thank you Professor.”

Susan’s smiling at me in way that says she clearly doesn’t know I just deflowered this particular student across my desk. The pleasant look in her eyes says she has no idea I was just balls deep inside the girl standing before her, filling her up with every drop of my cum that’s probably still dripping down her legs.

Ellie turns as she moves past Susan and arches a brow at me. “I think I understand how it all works now, Professor Martin.”

Susan is still facing me, so she doesn’t see the downright
wicked
glint in Ellie’s eyes as she
winks
at me and blows me a quick kiss before slipping down the hallway.

Chapter 10

Ellie

I’m
glowing
later, as I walk slowly and aimlessly through the darkened campus back towards my dorm. I feel silly, and alive, and positively scandalous, like I’ve got this wicked little secret that only I know. I pass by other students, and grin to myself as I hug my books tightly to my chest, knowing that they have no idea that the girl walking past them just lost her virginity not thirty minutes before.

Lost her virginity in
spectacular
fashion, at the hands of her much older, hunky Professor.

On his
desk
.

The thought has me blushing as the thrill of what just happened rushes through my young body. It’s surreal, and perfect. It’s also naughty, and
dirty
, and so off-limits, but that’s what makes it even hotter.

God his mouth, that
cock
.

It’s all I can think about as I shower later, letting my hands wander across my still tingling body and letting them explore the places he touched. I moan softly as my fingers slip inside my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together, imagining I’m keeping his cum deep inside of me.

And all I can think is how much I want it again.

I want
all of it
all over again.

*****

“Okay, what’s your deal?”

It’s raining the next day; one day into my new status as a non-virgin.

“Hmm?” I glance up to my roommate Ally, only then blushing as I realize I was totally just staring at the wall with a big dopey smile at my face instead of the book in my hands.

Ally grins conspiratorially at me at me from her bed, arching her brow at me. “You’re all freaking
glowy
today, and I
know
it’s not cause you got laid.”

I blush as I roll my eyes at her. “Well what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re
Ellie
, my wonderful and yet eternally virgin roommate.” Suddenly her eyes widen as she sees the blush on my face. “Oh my
God
.”

“What?” I say quickly.

“Did-
no
.” She peers at me for another second before her jaw drops. “Holy
shit
!”

“
What?
”

“You
did
get laid!”

I quickly look down at the book in my hands, my hair cascading around my face as if somehow trying to hide the flush of being caught on my face. “I- I don’t know what you’re-”

“Ellie!” Ally squeals. “Holy shit!” She suddenly wrinkles her face. “Ted?”

I make a face. “
God
no.”

“Oh thank God,” she says with a laugh. “I’d have killed both of us if you’d waited all this time to lose it to
that
loser.” She narrows her eyes at me. “So,
who?
”

“No one,” I say quickly.
 

“Immaculate loss of virginity huh? That’s a new one.”

I blush. “No, he’s just...”

He’s just twice my age, and my college english professor, and we could both get in serious trouble for this.

“Was it good?”

“
YES
.” I blush immediately at the force in which I say it, but Ally only devolves into giggles.

“Hey! Don’t get all embarrassed! That’s awesome!” She raises a brow at me again. “So why the secrecy?”

She’s like a bloodhound with this thing.

“Oh, he’s just...”

Off limits? Wrong? My professor? A famous writer? Twice my age?
 

I don’t answer and Ally just roles her yes. “
Fine
, have your secrets, weirdo. Hey, at least you finally got laid.”

And I can’t wait to do it again
.

It’s a wicked thought, but I know right then that I want more. I
need
more, no matter the consequences.

“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.” Ally grins. “You finally joined the club and punched that card.”

Except I know tis not going to be a one time thing. And I know how cliche it is to even think that, as the naive, inexperienced girl who’s just lost it to the way older, way more worldly guy.
 
But I know its not. I might be inexperienced, and new to this, but I know the look in Liam’s eyes. I know the way he looked at me, and I know I need him again.

Ally gets up from her bed. “Anyways, I’m going out tonight, want to come with?”

“Nah, thanks but I’m good.”

“Well, baby steps. We’ll get you to a party yet, Ellie Thompson.”

She goes to her closet and starts to change to go out for the night, and suddenly, I know
exactly
what I want that night. I know exactly where I’m going as I slip a tiny skirt on after she leaves, pulling on a skin-tight tank top that’s positively
scandalous
to wear anywhere but in my own bed.

And I know exactly what I want to do as I skip across the darkening campus towards the english building. It’s mostly dark, but there’s an office light on up on the third floor, and I grin as I feel the hungry tingle start to spread through my body.

Time for some more tutoring.
 

Chapter 11

Liam

It’s late by the time I pry myself away from the blank screen on my office computer and start to lock up. Fuck does writer’s block suck. It’s been like this for almost a year now:
nothing
, just blank pages. I slam the laptop shut and start to get my things together. Of course, I might not be able to think of anything to write, but there’s one thing I can’t get the hell of my brain even if I tried.

Ellie.

We don’t have class again until tomorrow, and it’s been a full day since she lay strewn across my desk writhing on my cock. A full day of basically getting fuck-all done work-wise, and grading
none
of the papers I needed to get graded. I mean how could I? Especially in
that
office and on
that
desk.
 

I like my desk WAY more with her tight little ass perched on it and her moans drifting over my ears than I do a stack of papers on Jane Eyre.

So yeah, little untouchable, tempting,
delicious
Ellie Thompson is on my brain, bad. I’m still dreaming about that pussy, and the way she moaned, and the way her eyes locked onto mine when she came.
 

I crossed a line. Jesus
Christ
did I. I mean I fucked a
student
for crying out loud. What a fucking cliche.

Yeah, its going to be an even bigger one when she reports your ass
, I grumble to myself. It’s going to be a
real
big cliche when they run me out of here on a rail.
 

The hallway is almost pitch dark as I pull my office door shut, lit only by lamp-posts out on the quad coming through the windows as I lock the door.

How much longer is the semester? Three months?
Fuck
. That’s a long time. A long time to sit there three days a week staring at Ellie-temping-Thompson front and center. Three days a week staring at those tits, and the those legs, and knowing
exactly
what lies between them. Knowing how she tastes, and how her lips part and what her moans sounds like when I drive my cock in deep.

Fuck. Maybe I can cancel the class? Leave off teaching here completely and head back to New York?

“Professor?”

I can feel my cock twitch before I even turn to see her standing there quietly in the dim light of the hallway. She’s dressed in this
short
skirt and this tank top that’s just-
wow
, and her hair is in fucking
pigtails.

Jesus Christ.

And right then, I know
none
of that shit is happening. Dropping the class? Leaving
her
?

Fuck no. Because I want more; I
need
more, like some sort of drug.

I’m hard instantly, and my eyes dart up to her eye. “Ellie-”

“I’m here for more
help
, Professor,” she says is this soft, girlish voice that has me groaning and clenching my jaw as my cock just
throbbing
in my pants. And she’s calling me
professor
, and it’s like my kryptonite or something. “Professor” sounds so fucking dirty and scandalous, and with that little pleated skirt, and those mouth watering tits falling out of her tank top, and those damn pigtails, she’s like the schoolgirl fantasy come to life.

She’s
my
schoolgirl.

Because that pussy is
mine
. I’ve had a taste, and now I want nothing else. I want to consume her and take her all for my own. She might be young, and innocent, and wholly inappropriate, but fuck it, I’m going to posses her. I’m going to show her everything.

“More help, huh?” I growl as I move towards her in the dark of the hallway.

“Mmhmm...”
 
she nods, biting her lip and looking unbelievably sexy in the way she looks both scared and excited at the same time. “I’ve forgotten our last lesson, and I think I need to go over it again.” She blushes, like she’s trying to play it coy and be the naughty girl here, even as innocent and sweet as she is.
 

I take a step right towards her, dropping my bag to the floor. “I’ll bet you do,” I growl, and then she’s moaning as bruise my lips to hers.

She gasps into my mouth as she flings her arms around me. I yank her tight against me and spin us around, pressing her back against the wall of the hallway next to my office door. I can feel her pressing and undulating her tight young body against me. Her tongue is inexperienced, but eager, as she slips it against mine. My hands slide down her arms and over her body, squeezing her soft tits through her skin-tight tank top and feeling her nipples harden to tempting little buds under the material. I let my fingertips roll over them, pinching them and bringing a cry to her lips as I bring another hand up to hold her chin as I claim her mouth.
 

Ellie is moaning as I push my hand under her tank top, my hand cupping those big tits and teasing over her nipples. She drops her hand to my pants, stroking the thick bulge there and making me growl into her mouth. I let my lips slide down her cheek, and over her neck to her earlobe. She whimpers in this high, girlish voice as I suck the lobe between my teeth and start to push her shirt up over those full globes.
 

My mouth drops lower, running over the bunched fabric of her tank-top and then over the hot, soft skin of her breasts. I close my lips around one hard little nipple and suck as I bat it with my tongue, an she moans as my hand slides down over her panties, pushing them aside and slipping a finger easily inside.

“Oh,
Professor
,” She whimpers, her small hand jerking me faster through my pants. “We- we could get caught out here!”

“You want me to stop?” I growl in her skin, sinking a second finger knuckles-deep inside of her as my thumb rolls around her clit.