I’m groaning as I reach into my pants and wrap my hand around my dick, but then comes the small knock on my office door.
I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping to God I made it up, but it comes tapping again; a tender, quick little knock that has me blowing my air out through a clenched jaw as I stuff my cock back into my pants and try and clear my head.
I take another deep breath, trying to get my heart back to a semi-normal pace, before I turn and jerk the door open.
Oh, fuck.
It’s her - every cock-throbbing, eye-popping, forbiddenly tempting inch of her. Her bright blue eyes are wide and blinking, her face flushed a gentle pink, and her strawberry blonde hair falls in tendrils, framing her soft face. Her chest rises and falls quickly with her breath, like she’s just run or something, and I can’t even pretend to keep my eyes from dropping to those perfect, creamy white mounds as they heave beneath the scoop neck of her sweater.
“Um, Professor?”
I swallow and blink as I drag my eyes back up to her eyes, those soft, crystal blue eyes that I just get lost in. “Ellie, uh, hi.”
She bites her lip, looking so nervous and innocent and vulnerable. “You, um, you said I could stop by if I ever needed anything?” Her eyes dart quickly around my face before her brow furrows. “I’m so sorry, it’s probably too late.”
Her face goes red and she starts to turn, but I reach out and stop her with a hand on her arm.
Fuck she’s so warm. Her sleeves are pushed up a little over her forearm, and it’s there that my hand rests, skin on skin. And its soft, and flawless, and smooth, and I clench my jaw at the thought of running my hands over every single inch of her body to see how soft everything else is.
I clear my throat and force a smile to my face to cover the raw lust. “No, not at all, Ellie. I told you, I work late.” I wink as I let go of her arm and gesture. “Here, come on in.”
She bites her lip again, a grin teasing the corners of her mouth and her eyes flashing before she nods and steps past me into the mid-sized office lined with bookshelves.
I gesture towards the small love-seat against the wall. “What can I of for you?”
What can I do TO you, I want to growl out loud, picturing my cock sinking into that tight, yielding cunt.
Ellie takes a step towards the love-seat but then stops and turns back quickly, a look like she’s wrestling with something on her face that actually gives me pau
se. She genuinely looks worried and conflicted about something.
“Everything okay?”
She blushes and lets out a small laugh. “Oh, yes; sorry.” She grins at me. “Yeah, everything’s okay. I just wanted to thank you for intervening with Ted the other day.”
“I hope I wasn’t stepping over a line.”
“Oh! No, not at all,” she says quickly.
“Boyfriend?”
She groans a little and rolls her eyes. “No.” She sighs. “Well, maybe we sort of were, but he cheated on me because I wouldn’t-” She stops suddenly and blushes before shaking her head.
“Wouldn’t what?”
Her face is bright pink as she looks up at me shyly. “I- it’s nothing.”
“You sure?” I frown. “I’m all ears if you want to talk.”
“I wouldn’t, um, do things with him.”
I raise an eyebrow, resisting the urge to grin at the deep flush that blooms across her cheeks and the top of her chest, not to mention the sense of glee I get knowing that little shitbag didn’t get a piece of her. “Seriously?” I shake my head. “That guy stepped out on a girl like you?”
Her face falls a little. “Yeah, he’s kind of a jerk.”
“He’s a fucking Goddamn idiot.” I immediately regret how forcefully I say it the second it comes out and by the way her eyebrows shoot up. But then she’s giggling as she grins at me.
“You think so?” Her face perks up even more as she smiles shyly at me, her eyes darting across mine.