Professor Quinn withdrew, and the squelching sound of his thick cock coated in my juices made us both shiver. The lewd noises and the gliding sensation of his dick on my inner walls made my legs shake.
“This pussy is going to kill me.” He pounded back in, and I mewled, writhing in an attempt to match his sudden tempo. No more pain from the impossible stretch, but a euphoric friction from his cock stroking all the tender places inside of my body that needed hard, rough attention.
Forceful and physically dominating in a way that made my insides unravel. It wasn’t long before my body submitted, melting completely under the bliss he fucked into me. My hips hit the counter on each thrust, but the ache only heightened the sensations. A symphony of stuttered moans leapt from my tongue and echoed off the walls.
We were in public. In a bar restroom. He was my teacher, and I was his student. Anyone could barge in and find us entangled.
My cunt clamped down harder.
His rhythm stuttered and he cursed under his breath.
It was the most liberated I had felt in… too long. I didn’t need to use my brain, or think, or stress about anything at all. All I had to do in that wonderful moment was surrender to someone who could make me feel good.
And, oh God, the feel of him inside me was perfect. His length, the thickness, the way he throbbed when rammed against my cervix, and the angle—my toes curled in my boots—fucking delicious.
“You like that, huh?” His tone was as rough as gravel. His temples glistened with sweat and a loose curl bounced on his forehead. He was so undone and insensibly attractive. And he looked so damn hot while fucking me.
“Yes… Yes, I’m gonna—”
“You better fucking come soon. God, I can’t hold back any longer.” One hand abandoned my hip to reach around for my pussy. Two hard fingers targeted my clit, strumming it in rapid cession. The white-hot fire building in my core flared. Little spasms wrecked my body as the feelings overwhelmed me. “Yes, yes, yes—fuck—come for me. That’s it. Good girl, come on. Come on. Give it to me. Come on this cock.”
My clit pulsed and the spiraling coil in my core snapped. I arched, ass pressed to his hips and standing on the tips of my toes. The pressure of his cock drilling me from behind only extended my climax. Lasting on and on until a final shudder moved through his body.
I was still twitching on the counter when he pulled out.
“Fuck, my come looks good spilling out of that pretty pussy.” I glanced over my shoulder in time to watch him reach down, gather his spend with two fingers and insert it back into my swollen, fucked-out cunt. He exhaled sharply before tugging my skirt back down.
My legs trembled like a baby deer, but I stood up and fixed my clothes while he tucked himself into his pants and clasped his belt. Several times we exchanged glances, neither speaking as reality descended on us like an executioner’s blade.
Professor Quinn finished tucking his shirt back in and cleared his throat. Too embarrassed, I looked away as he began speaking. “See you in class, Miss Ashcroft.”
I watched the restroom door close in the corner of the mirror. My buzzed, fatigued brain was still trying to register what just happened when I felt his come soaking through my panties in that public bar restroom. And for the first time in months, there wasn’t a single rational thought in my head.
16
Istumbled through my front door, ready to tumble into bed and collapse into a deep, exhausted sleep. My cunt was throbbing and sore, my legs wobbled on each step, and the leftover haze of alcohol pounded at my skull and dried my tongue past the point of being bearable. And I didn’t want to think about any of that right now. The memories and feelings were too fresh, too loaded.
How could that man slip into my mind, my body, and leave splinters of himself behind? It would leave me in turmoil trying to decipher what just happened. How wicked, and rushed, and quick, and… and exhilarating.
Damn him, the frustrating, tantalizing bastard.
Stewing in my frustration and fatigue, I stomped to my room and tossed my purse onto my vanity. Something clattered on the floor, halting me on my mindless path. I blinked groggily, trying to make heads or tails of what I was seeing.
My purse had knocked my hairbrush to the floor.
Which made me stop short. I couldn’t remember leaving my hairbrush on my vanity. Hadn’t it been in the bathroom after I’d showered earlier in the day?
Yes, I’d certainly left it in the bathroom.
The air wavered around me. Something felt off kilter and cooled my blood.
“Hello?”
I glanced around the rest of my room, squinting at every nook and cranny. There was somethingjust offabout the space, the air, as if something had passed through and left invisible traces behind. A phantom leaving a plague in its wake. My sluggish heart pounded faster, and faster. Each breath sawed through my lungs, hitching higher in my chest until it clogged the base of my throat.
All the drawers in my dresser were shut when I left earlier. It was something I was picky about. It itched under my skin if the drawers weren’t shut properly. Yet the top drawer wasn’t quite closed. It was open enough for hints of lace to peek through a narrow gap.
“…the fuck?” My shoes got in my way, partially tripping me as I rushed to the drawers. There didn’t seem to be anything missing, but with my mind clouded and a load of clean laundry in the dryer, it was hard to tell for sure.
