She was going to die if he didn't fuck her, that was all there was to it.
He finally stopped rubbing himself over her ass and parted her cheeks to stroke down. At almost the last minute, he remembered to pull out his wallet and fish out a condom. He wanted to feel her bare and without anything between them, but he also knew this would have to be the last time. There was no point asking her to go on birth control for him when he couldn't be with her again after this.
“Are you ready, Reagan?” he asked as he finished putting the condom on and moved back to her. She was bent over at the waist, and he actually thought she looked uncomfortable. “If you don’t want it this way, we can try something else.”
She huffed out a huge breath. “If you don’t get over here and fuck me right now, exactly like this, I’m going to walk out of this room and leave you high and dry!”
He chuckled at her vehemence. “All right, sex kitten. Calm down.”
In all honesty, he wanted her from behind. He loved her ass and wanted to spank her like he’d done before. He didn't waste very much time, just ran his hands over her one more time before spreading her out so he could see everything and then pushed inside her.
“Oh, my fucking god,” she whimpered. She couldn't believe it was actually better than their last time.
“Oh, Reagan.” He kept his voice lowered as he pulled back and pushed into her again. She was clearly clamping her mouth shut, if the sounds she was repressing were any indication. It was too bad; he’d love to hear her good and loud, shouting his name. “Yes, baby, move with me.” He encouraged her to meet his thrusts with backward movements of her own. She pushed on the shelf every time he came forward until they had a strong and fast rhythm going. He was going to make her come again, there was no doubt about that, but Reagan wanted to see how it would feel if she touched herself while he was inside her. She had no idea it would send sparks of fire and lightning down to her toes. Her muffled cries grew and her fingers moved faster against her clit. He spanked her lightly, aware of how loud it would be if he did it too hard. His pounding into her was already the loudest thing in the room, and she briefly worried the professor in the next office over would be able to hear it.
She couldn't help the strangled moan that worked its way up her throat and out of her mouth. She came harder than all the times previously in her entire life, her knees buckling and her legs clamping down on her fingers. She couldn't catch her breath for a second, and she realized she’d forced him out of her body.
“Come here.”
It was a demand, not a request, but she wasn't about to complain. Hudson sat in his desk chair, his pants still up but his cock free and shiny from her juices. She looked at the condom and wished for the fourth time that he didn't have to use one. Reagan leaned over his seated form, sweating and feeling wonderful, and unbuttoned his wet shirt. She pulled his tie loose and tossed it over his shoulder as she straddled him, holding the armrest to steady herself as she slipped one foot at a time on either side of him in the holes between the seat and the arms of the chair. She realized that she could control things with that position. She sank down slowly, aware that she’d come twice and was basically done but that he was still holding onto his sanity by a thread. She kissed him, her bra barely holding in her large breasts, and linked her hands behind his head. She lifted, using a combination of her thigh muscles and her feet to push off the floor she could barely reach. Hudson reached over the side of the chair and used the pedal to drop the seat as low as it would go. Suddenly, she could reach the floor better, and she set a fast up and down pace that caused her tits to bounce in his face.
There was no way he was going to last. She was fucking glorious, and he’d wanted her for too long. He grabbed onto her ass and held her down as he came in hot spurts that she could feel through the condom. She rested her head against his shoulder, shifting a bit to kiss his neck.
“This can’t happen again.”
She picked her head up and frowned. “I realize it’s against the rules, but if we—”
“No.”
Surprised by the venom that had seeped into his voice so soon after fucking her, she realized that she’d played right into his hands. He wanted her body, but he didn't wanther.
“I see how it is. I’m good for a tryst in your office, a taste of the forbidden, but in the long run your career is more important than making a lasting connection.”
Reagan climbed awkwardly off his lap, her pussy deliciously sore and her head spinning. She grabbed for her clothes, pulling on the cold, wet dress and then her jacket, jerking it closed and quickly buttoning it to cover the stain.
She refused to cry. She wouldn't give him the goddamn satisfaction. She picked up her bag and didn't bother to see if he was pulled together before she unlocked the door and flung it open.
There was nobody around, but she couldn't keep her tears in for long. She was crying by the time she turned the very corner where he’d run into her.
“Hey, are you all right?”
Reagan froze. It was an adult, not a student. She looked up at the person in front of her, and she couldn't tell if he was faculty or a prof. “I failed this morning’s test,” she wailed, hoping he’d buy it and let her go home.
“You must be a freshman,” he said with a roll of the eyes. Reagan frowned. “You think everything is the end of the world. One test is no big deal. Your professor might even let you retake it.”
“I promise that’s not going to happen. He’s a heartless asshole.”
“Sorry, but I’m sure you’ll be fine. Study harder next time.”
She wanted to flip him off, but instead she walked past him and out the door into the sunshine. She was doing the walk of shame all the way back to her dorm, but she was going to hold her head high the rest of the year and stay the fuck away from Professor Dickhead.
