His Student Obsession (His Obsession 1)

“That’s right. Obsessed. You deserve to know that, so you can make an informed decision. If you give yourself to me, little one, I will never let you go. Know that now, and stay knowing that… or leave. Now is the time to decide it.”

“You feel like that now, before we’ve… hooked up. You’ll feel differently after. Isn’t that what men do?”

“Not me. I might look like other men, walk and talk and function like other men, but I’m not like them underneath. I’m something else, and I want you to understand it. You want a guarantee from me I’m not just after sex, then you’ll have it, whatever you want. Take my house key, and my bank cards, and keep me hostage. I’ll welcome it. Marry me, if you want to be sure,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to my cheek, his lips trailing gently over my skin.

“Marry you?” I repeated, my mind blanked with shock. He moved his lips to my ear, his hot breath scorching me with want.

“Marry me – why not? There’s no point in delaying the inevitable. Be my wife, belong to me, and I will be your slave,” he whispered.

“My slave?” I repeated. My mouth was so dry it felt like kindling before the match touches. He nodded, and then brought his hand up to trace over my lips, his finger pressing against the seam of my lips.

“Let me show you,” he commanded huskily. His fingers fell to the hem of my t-shirt, and he pushed it up, his skin scalding mine. My breasts still felt heavy and achy after his earlier kisses, and now, as he pulled my t-shirt from me, and my bra followed, I knew I was powerless in his arms. Logic, fear and doubt couldn’t hold a candle to the way he made me feel. This was it. The rightness of being in his hands filled me, and I knew it in my bones. This connection wasn’t ordinary. Sometimes, if you’re very lucky, you meet someone who fits you, like they were born to find you, and stay by your side forever. I’d never been much of a hopeless romantic, and yet, in Aaron’s arms, I felt right in a way I never had. In a way, I hadn’t even understood, until this moment.

He picked me up, holding me tightly against his broad chest, and sweeping out the room.

“Where are we going?” I murmured, as I watched the underside of his tight, stubbled jaw, and revelled in the feeling of being held so carefully by this man.

“Bed. I’m not taking you for the first time anywhere else. You deserve the softest pillows and sheets, and everything I’m going to give you,” he said, looking down right into my eyes. “I’m going to give you the best of everything I can, Amy Mackintosh. All you have to do is let me.”

“Why me?” I heard myself ask. A small, creeping doubt and anxiety I couldn’t quite shake.

“Why not you? There isn’t a reason people click like they do… they just do. Don’t fight it, or question it… there is no explanation, except how you feel right now. It’s enough for me,” he said quietly, as we reached his room, and he shouldered inside. His bed was enormous, and luxurious looking, with plump pillows and satiny sheets. He laid me flat, and I wriggled back up the bed to watch him as he undressed. His eyes never left mine as he stripped off his shirt, and I got the first glimpse of his torso. I could only hope my mouth wasn’t hanging open.

“You know professors aren’t supposed to be so hot and thick, you know that?” I asked him. He flashed me a wolfish grin.

“And grad students aren’t meant to be so utterly tempting, but here we are. Two of a kind, meant to be together,” he said. His hands had moved to his belt, and he pulled the leather efficiently through the loops, and loosened his pants, with one more economic movement, he pushed down his boxers and slacks and stood. His cock was rising against his abdomen, straining and red, lined with thick veins. I was staring at it. I couldn’t help myself wriggling closer, and reaching out to trace the slit at the top.

“This is the first dick I’ve seen in real life,” I confessed, and at my words, Aaron’s member leapt, clear fluid leaking from the top. “Do you like that?” I wondered, now lowering my finger to scratch up the long length of him. He was a good nine inches and thick. It would definitely take two hands to cover his girth completely.

“Fuck, yeah, I like that. I never thought that I would get to be your first. I only ever planned to be your last,” he murmured. I cupped his balls, hanging heavily down between his legs, and gently tugged. I raised an eyebrow, looking up at him, and enjoyed the way the muscles of his neck were corded with tension, and his hands in fist, fighting the urge to reach for me. The big, bad dragon professor, shaking with want at my touch.

“My last? Why’s that? You planning on killing me?” I teased, thinking about that darkness about this man, that for some reason only ever drew me in, and never away. His dark eyes creased at the corners as he shook his head.

“I plan on being your lover forever and a day. Your husband, partner and fucking soulmate, Amy,” he said, sounding raw now, as I wrapped both hands around him, and experimentally moved up and down. He let out a ragged groan. “If you keep this up, I won’t be doing much of anything tonight,” he confessed, dipping his hips out of my reach. I pouted with annoyance.

“But I don’t even know what to do yet,” I complained, and then bit my lip, just to drive him mad. I loved to toy with this man, I realised. It was my new favourite thing to do. “As my professor, you really ought to teach me. Using your body as the practise dummy is the most straightforward option, really,” I said, as Aaron’s eyes flashed darker than ever, and he reached for me, prowling over me, and sending me back on the bed with a squeal.

“Enough. You’re really going to break me. No talking in class, from now on,” he snapped, and started to pull my remaining clothes off. My skirt sailed away into a corner, and then my panties, and I was naked. I felt far less embarrassed this time than earlier. He’d already seen it all, and was clearly ready for more. I felt beautiful in his fiery gaze.

His hand wandered down my body, pinching my nipples until I arched into his touch and then lower, slipping between my legs.

“My my, Miss Mackintosh. Still so wet and needy, aren’t you, greedy girl?” he said in a filthy, low mutter. I nodded, widening my legs and trying to encourage him to touch me more. He was moving a slow, torturous circle on my clit, and that was it. Even that was delicious beyond belief. “Don’t worry, I’m here to give you every single filthy thing you want,” he continued, and slipped a finger inside me. I tensed, enjoying the feeling, but needing more.

“More. I want more,” I finally confessed, as he fingered me slowly. I was still so wet from earlier, the noise of my readiness filled the air between us. He nodded, and shifted his body so he was poised over me, his hips leaning against mine.

“I see. Ask and you’ll get, sweetheart,” he said and brought both hands up to cup my face, kissing me deeply, while I could feel his hardness poking at my inner thigh, maddeningly close, but not close enough to take him inside. His hands came up to hold mine, and pulled them above my head, so I was pinned to the mattress, and supplicant beneath him, and his hips finally found their place, and the head of him slipped inside me. It was a tight fit, but I was so ready, I welcomed him. He muttered a curse as he began to enter. My muscles gripped him the entire way in, and I cried out at the sudden pain of him pushing past the last barrier of my inexperience and reaching his end. I was breathing hard, and so was he. His chest was pressed tightly against mine, and I could almost feel his heart beating against my ribcage. I felt completely in sync with this man, closer than close, gathered against his heart, as he started to move. Slowly, and with a tortured groan, he slid in and out. I tensed at first, the feeling new, and raw, and yet, soon, with my copious juices, and his careful stretching, his thrusts soon grew hard, and longer, and the pain faded gently away. I let myself fall completely under his power. I couldn’t move except to raise my hips and welcome him, I couldn’t stop, because stopping would kill me, the feeling inside was so much. I couldn’t even look away from his possessive dark eyes, as he leaned over me, making a space between our sweating bodies, and snaked a hand between us to find my clit, already so sensitive from the afternoon. His eyes bored into mine and he drank down my every reaction, as he circled me evenly, and thrust into me at the same time. I rose quickly, too quickly, but I had no tether for this feeling. There was nothing keeping me grounded as I soared into a peak higher than anything I’d ever imagined. All throughout, Aaron watched me, never stopping his hand or hips from the movements that only sent me higher and higher. Every muscle inside me tensed, and I gripped him harder than ever, as my eyes locked on his, and he saw the pleasure destroy me. He followed with a rough growl, whether from my core milking him hard, or the look of utter desperate need and desire in my eyes. I don’t know. All I knew was that my dearly beloved professor went rigid, his whole body drawing in and becoming harder, and then a blossoming warmth deep inside me. He came for a long time, his length pulsing inside me, as my greedy body sucked up every drop of him. I felt sated, and filthy, and wholly debauched, and it was an addicting feeling. I realised we hadn’t even discussed protection, too caught up in the moment. I was on the shot, not that I’d really needed it, but I liked the routine of it. Apart from pregnancy, I trusted Aaron. He wasn’t some sloppy frat boy, going around spreading STDs wherever he went. He was a man. He was responsible. He took charge, and I liked that a lot. I loved it. He pulled from me gently, peppering kisses across my forehead. I felt so tired, a sudden fatigue pressing me down into the mattress. I had held this taboo fantasy for so long that my sexy professor might want me back. Finally, living it felt surreal.

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked, as I lay beside him, looking up at the ceiling in a daze. I nodded.

“Just tired,” I confessed. I should speak to him about tomorrow, and what happens in class. I should make sure I knew what to do, so it didn’t embarrass him, and yet, sleepiness was stealing my thoughts away.

“Sleep Amy. Sleep, and recover, and let me hold you,” I heard Aaron said, and the feeling of his warm body coming to spoon against me. Then all the worries and anxieties faded away into a haze of blissful contentment, and I thought no more.