An embarrassing yelp breached me. Before I could turn around a force like a brick wall slammed into me, pushing me into the counter. My hands flailed upward to shove back, but a steel strong hand cuffed my wrists and trapped my hands over my head against the mirror.
A scream built in my throat and the world spun dizzyingly. But a hard hand covered my mouth, and lips touched the curve of my ear.
“If you aren’t quiet, Miss Ashcroft, the entire bar will know I’m in here with you.”
I stilled instantly, relief and wanton fire spreading with the panic in my body.
Professor Quinn.
He had trapped both my hands over my head in one of his. The other lowered from my mouth, traveling down my body to explore my chest. Feather-light touches down the column of my throat, and I leaned my head into the mirror to give him better access. My eyes fluttered shut as his touch continued across my collar then down to the exposed part of my chest. A breathy sound escaped me when he flicked open the top button of my shirt.
I arched into him before it occurred to me to fight back.
“Pro-professor?”
“You were watching me from across the bar.” His teeth caught my earlobe, and a frisson ripped through my body.
“I… I could say the same,” I said, tone thin and reedy. Neither of us seemed to be fully aware of our bodies adjusting to the other. Of his thigh slipping my legs, my plaid skirt bunching up my hips, and the way I dropped and rolled on the tense muscle in his leg. Not until a needy whimper hitched in my throat.
“Oh, Miss Ashcroft,” his mouth hovered at my throat, making me squirm, “I’m always watching you. Can’t seem to help myself, actually.”
“Me… me too.” I began enthusiastically grinding on his thigh, breathing faster.
“I’m well aware. Watching, always watching, aren’t we?” The first hint of his lips fully pressing into my pulse point sent my heart soaring. “If you keep looking at me the way you do, with those big bedroom eyes and that pouty mouth, I’m going to do something we can’t take back.”
“D-don’t!” Fingers collared my throat, and my eyes snapped open. Ocean eyes engulfed me, enthralled me. He stalled, breathing as hard as a bull in a small pen ready to ravage.
“Do you want me to stop?” His tongue darted out and flicked over his bottom lip. My hips squirmed, seeking friction. He groaned before stifling the sound, searching my face for hesitation or fear.
“Don’t… Please, don’t stop.” My words turned into a garbled sort of moan when the hand on my neck slid into my opened shirt. Strong fingers cupped and massaged my breasts as his hot, hungry mouth finally latched onto my pulse. Licking, sucking, kissing at the sensitive spot until I was writhing in his hold.
“Filthy little girl, aren’t you?” I felt so good I lost track of his wandering hand until fingers replaced his thigh under my skirtand hooked in my underwear. “Let’s find out just how filthy you can be.”
Two fingers slipped over my lower lips, already wet and sticky.
“Fuck me, you’redripping.” Professor Quinn groaned into my neck. Before I could think twice, he pulled back, grabbed my hips, and spun me around. He pushed between my shoulder blades until my chest met the countertop. One rough jerk and he’d yanked my skirt over my ass to expose my black cotton panties.
“I get… get so wet when I think of you,” I admitted.
He shoved his other hand into my hair, wrenching back a fistful of blonde locks and twisting them around his hand. My head jerked back, mouth open and panting. Our reflection was thrillingly erotic, with his large muscular body behind me, and me bent over the counter, shivering with anticipation. His face was twisted with lust and fractured restraint, and he looked so properly starved for me that my cunt clenched in preparation.
“You’ll be a good girl for me, won't you?” I nodded before he finished speaking. “Good. So fucking perfect.”
The clinking of his belt buckle earned a tremble from me, his eyes tracking the small reactions in my body. And when his trousers came undone and he grabbed his cock I rocked back to feel it. My insides were on fire, quivering and needy for him to fill my cunt. The professor licked his lips again, tipping his hips forward to stroke his cockhead over my slit.
Simultaneous groans of pleasure filled the bar restroom. It was only a taste, but I was greedily shaking for more.
“Are you going to take my cock?” He sounded like he was holding on by a thread. Like my answer might break him. But he didn’t move.
We locked eyes in the mirror and a ribbon of lust twirled through my core.
“Yes.”
My professor thrust into me, knocking a grunt from my chest. It was just over the edge of painful, he was so damn large and hard, but I was so wet he had no resistance. He held my gaze in the mirror, ensuring I watched him fuck into me inch by inch.
The hand in my hair tightened, only adding to my pleasure. My stomach clenched and my cunt fluttered, attempting to swallow him deeper into my inner channel. A ragged sound vented from him as I rocked back into him, meeting him until he had buried his cock to the hilt.
“Fuck!” The hand in my hair loosened to grab both hips. His fingers squeezed so tight I imagined I would be bruised in the morning, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to feel him pulling my body closer, his heavy cock twitching in my pussy, and the way he trapped me on his cock like a toy for his pleasure.
