Chapter Five
The weekend was overentirely too fast. Another Monday and another chance to embarrass herself in front of Professor Clark. No matter how much she wanted to call him Hudson, she tried her best to remember to refer to him as only Professor Clark. It helped her gain perspective about their situation, though she had to admit that she was failing miserably at forgetting about him. She dreamed about him nightly, her inexperienced mind repeatedly picturing all the things he’d done to her. She had no privacy to even touch herself, her roommate being an obnoxious brat with sensitive hearing. Reagan was afraid to even give it a try while Lydia was asleep. The mortification of being caught masturbating would be enough to ruin her life forever. More than she’d already ruined it, she should say.
She made a concentrated effort to ignore him when she was in his class. Language arts had always been easy for her and she didn't need to ask questions. She took studious notes, and so far, she’d already read everything before it was assigned to her. She turned her homework in the second she walked in the door, extremely grateful for the basket on the table by the door that was specifically for turning in work. She wondered more than once if he’d used that in the past or if it was a new thing to help him avoid her.
Then there was what she had come to refer to asthe incident. It was the Wednesday after she met Davis and Luna, and she was hurrying down the hall between her classes when she ran intohim. There was a throng of students pushing their way through to get where they were going so it wasn't as if Reagan was the only girl in the hallway. It was just that fate enjoyed playing cruel jokes on Reagan, clearly. Hudson was coming around the corner with a full mug of coffee in his hand—suicide for a professor in a busy college, honestly—and he barreled straight into Reagan.
“Oof!” she grunted, followed by, “Ow, ow, ow.” His scalding hot coffee was now covering her entire chest and a little bit further down her short, jersey-knit dress.
“Why didn’t you watch where you were going?” he nearly shouted at her. Of all the people he could plow into, it just figured it was Reagan freaking Hughes.
She stared at him in astonishment. “You mean like straight ahead down the hall where I’m heading?”
Her eyes were narrowed and on fire as she squared off with him. Hudson wanted her more than anything. “You’re wet,” he said, crude images bombarding his mind at that statement.
“Yeah, well, who made me that way?” Reagan murmured.
Hudson realized he was in the middle of a dire situation. Reagan was causing him to become turned on in the middle of the packed hallway where anyone could see his erection behind the seam of his zipper placket. “Come with me, Miss Hughes.”
He turned abruptly and walked off, and Reagan struggled to keep up with him. She knew without asking that they were going to his office. When he ushered her inside and locked the door behind himself, she dropped her bag on the floor and faced him in a sopping wet dress and denim jacket.
“What are you doing to me?” he cried as he strode the short distance to where she stood across the room and pulled her jacket off her shoulders. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, burning from the heat of her mouth pressed against his own. She was so short, so young, so everything he didn't need. But hewantedher so badly he couldn't see straight. His cock was straining against his trousers, hard as steel just being in her presence. He’d struggled with seeing her several days a week and knowing they couldn't be together.
Their wet clothes smashed together in an uncomfortable way, causing him to take a step back. “I don't know what to do to help you clean up.”
“I can’t do anything but go back to my dorm and change.” She glanced at the clock over his head. “I’m already late for class.”
“I didn't mean to run into you. I was daydreaming and I should have known better than to even be in the hall between classes. Forgive me, for that and for the kiss. It was inappropriate.”
“I haven't got the words for how inappropriate I want to be with you, Hudson.”
He groaned. “You can't say things like that to me.”
She took a step closer. “I can see how turned on you are. I can see your huge cock begging for me to take it out of your pants. I know you would love a blowjob, wouldn't you, Professor?” She didn't even know where she got the courage to speak to him in such a manner, but she was almost positive she had an inner whore that had been awakened by having sex with him the first time.
“Good God.” He closed his eyes and tried to remind himself exactly why he wasn't allowed to take her up on that offer. When he opened his eyes, she was right in front of him.
“Come on, Hudson. You and I both know our attraction for each other isn’t dimming. If anything, it’s getting stronger. I can’t think of anything but riding your big, thick cock.” She fondled her breasts while Hudson tried to subdue his lust at her words. He failed spectacularly. “I dream of you every night. I can’t even touch myself to cure the ache you left me with because I’m never alone.”
“Fuck.”
She was right there,right there, and he didn't want to hold back. Not this time, not right now. He would undoubtedly regret his decision, but for once he didn’t give a fuck.
“Tell me how you want it, Reagan. Say the words.”
“At this point, I don't care. I just need you to fuck me until I don't ache anymore.”
He ran his hand through his hair before backing her up to his desk. He didn't have a solid plan in mind, but he started by running his hand up under her dress. She parted her legs to allow him to reach her dripping pussy. They both groaned as he came into contact with her heated flesh. She gripped his arms while he leaned down to capture her lips again, immediately snaking his tongue into her mouth. She was so responsive, so talkative. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself in check before he turned into an animal that rutted into her with no regard for her needs.
Reagan bit her lip as she came hard. It was everything she’d been wanting and missing since that night with him. Lust was a new experience for her, but she couldn't imagine that it was like that for every person, every time. There was no way she’d ever feel the same way for another man. With trembling legs she peeled her dress over her head and stood before him in a damp bra and a ruined thong.
“Son of a bitch, Reagan. Turn around and let me see that ass.”
His moan was loud and long as she did what he asked. Her body was so beautiful, so curvy and just right. He couldn't decide if he should rub her ass or if he should pull out his dick. His dick won out, but only because he needed to run it over her ass and then he could touch her all he wanted. He pushed her shoulders forward and she braced against the bookshelf in front of her. Reagan heard his zipper go down and felt him hard and wet at the tip as he stroked himself and rubbed his thick cock over her skin. Her instincts told her to be careful not to be loud, but it was so hard not to cry out at all of the sensations building inside her. One orgasm wasn't enough. She needed him inside her, moving in and out and filling her up.
“Jesus, Hudson,please. I need you inside me so badly.”
“I know you do, baby. You need this cock inside your wet pussy, don’t you?”
