Professor (First Time 2)

“Oh, gentleman?” I gasp as he suddenly pulls me into him, his arm around my waist and his hand cupping my ass firmly in his palm. His lips brush against my ear again, and this time, I moan as I feel his tongue and his breath across my skin there. “Don’t think for a second that this means I’m not going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours too.”

“You promise?” I gasp out, feeling the wet heat bloom between my legs.

His fingers slide over my ass and under my skirt, and I gasp as I feel them push between my legs and stroke my pussy through my wet panties. I start to clutch at his shirt, but suddenly he’s pulling away and grinning at me. “I’ll pick you up outside the english building at seven,” he says with a wink. He reaches down and lets his thumb brush over the hard little nub of a nipple poking through my shirt, and I moan.

Voices from down the hallway moves us apart in a flash, and then he’s gathering his papers as I start to head for the door with a huge grin on my face.

“Oh, and Ellie?” I turn to see his eyes burning right into mine.

“Don’t wear any panties.”

Chapter 15

Ellie

I feel like a princess. Okay, it might be my first date, with the first man I’ve slept with, who might be my first boyfriend. But that’s exactly how I feel.

I feel like his princess.

We end up going a few towns over, to a swankier restaurant that even has a live pianist playing softly in the corner and prices on the menu that make my eyes bug out a little.

“I told you, a real proper date,” he says, winking at me across the small candle-lit table.

I arch my brow and look round. Yeah, I think most first dates are to movie theaters, or cheap drive-throughs or something. This place is so much more than that, and so much more than I could have ever imagined.

“So, you bring all your barely-legal girlfriends here?” I say with a wicked grin on my face.

He grins right back. “Yeah, that reminds me, we need to wrap this up soon. I’ve got another student coming by later for date number two.”

I drop my jaw in mock shock and reach across to punch him playfully in the arm. “Dick.”

He winks as he catches my hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses my fingers one by one, and I can feel the electric buzz of the contact tingle through my body. “I’ll keep telling you as much as you like, but this is a new one for me.” He aches a brow at me. “I never saw you coming, Ms. Thompson.”

I feel the red bloom in my cheeks. “Keep talking like that, Professor, and you just may get lucky tonight”

“I plan on it.”

There’s an animalistic growl to his voice that gets my pussy instantly wet, and I shift in my seat as I bite my lip.

“Feeling fidgety?” He say with a wicked grin.

I blush. I’m not wearing panties, just like he told me to. And he knows it, because he checked when I got into his pickup truck earlier. I blush deeper as I feel the thrill of being so exposed like this in a restaurant rush through me. The thrill of sitting there at this fancy place full of soft light and jazz piano, with a man twice my age and no panties on under my dress.

I’m about to try and come up with something to say back, when the waiter arrives.

“Bourbon, neat please,” Liam says.

“Two,” I say with a casual smile.

“One,” he says quickly, arching a brow at me and grinning as the waiter nods and walks away.

“Oh, you’re no fun,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

Liam laughs. “Yeah, I think it’s bad enough that I’m corrupting an eighteen year old student. I’m not adding supporting underage drinking to that list.”

I grin wickedly at him, biting my lip and leaning right across the small table towards him. His eyes drop to my chest, and I know he can see the full, soft pillows of my breasts straining to be contained in the dress I borrowed from Ally; the one that shows a simply scandalous amount of cleavage.

“Oh, I see, Professor,” I say quietly, forcing my voice to go a little higher than it normally would and adding a little edge of pout to it. “I guess I’m not old enough to drink even though I’m old enough to ride your cock.”