CONTENTS Copyright Professor Matthews About Professor Matthews Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Epilogue Stepbrother’s Baby About Stepbrother’s Baby Stepbrother’s Baby About the Author
Professor Matthews Copyright ÂŠ 2017 by Lolita Lane
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ABOUT PROFESSOR MATTHEWS
rofessor Matthews was always so hard on me. Then one day he showed me P he was hard for me.
I worked my ass off in college. My goal was to graduate with highest honors and only one thing stood in my way—my thesis. If there was any other professor grading it, I would have had it in the bag. But no, it had to be Professor Matthews. He hates me. I don’t even know why, but he does. He’s always making me look like an idiot in front of the class. And it’s a big class too. He’s the most popular professor in school. With his pale blue eyes, that scruff on his chin, and his…well, it’s easy to see why. Unfortunately I totally screwed up! I needed a break, just a little time away to clear my mind, so I went to my first college party. Things didn’t go as I planned and I ended up sleeping through Professor Matthew’s class when my thesis was due. He says he’s not going to give me special treatment, but I have a feeling he’ll change his mind.
**This steamy standalone story is full of Instalove, No Cheating, a horny professor, and a Happily Ever After.
my friend Christie with my elbow. We were seated to the side of the I nudged theater-style classroom. In front of the class, Stacey Peterson was giving her
presentation about the importance of an isolated set of islands to the development of Biology and its theories. "You never told me why you insisted on coming to my class," I whispered. "Just a few more minutes," she said, nudging me back. "Not like I had anything better to do anyway." Stacey finished her presentation and Professor Mark Matthews stood from his seat off to the side of the podium. His back was towards us when suddenly Christie elbowed me repeatedly. "That's why I'm here," she said as she wiggled her eyebrows. "For the view. He's got the best butt on campus." "Shhh," she said as he turned towards Stacey, still at the podium. "Very good, Stacey," he said. "That's a fine observation about the environment of the Galapagos." Professor Matthews smiled and nodded at Stacey as she returned to her seat in the first row. As she sat down with a proud look on her face, the professor walked to the front of the crowded room. Brightson Hall had two of the university's largest lecture halls. Room 102 had three hundred seats and each of those was always filled in Professor Matthews' classes. It was well known that his lectures would be in one of those two rooms. He was one of the school's most popular teachers and his classes always filled fast. Professor Matthews was always encouraging his pupils. He seemed to genuinely want the best for them and because of that his students went above and beyond in his classes. He had a reputation for being one of the best instructors at the university. But he wasn't just an amazing instructor, like Christie pointed out, he was hot too. Although he could easily pass for another student, Professor Matthews was in his late thirties. His dark hair was tousled and carefree. Sometimes, when he went too long without a haircut, it would flop down over his light blue eyes until he swept it back with his fingers. His squared jaw was always covered by a couple days
worth of scruff, but it didn't hide the dimple in his chin. He always wore a buttoned-down shirt and khakis, but he even made that look hot. The way the material tugged across his back highlighted his wide, muscular shoulders. And his pants hugged his firm butt in such a way that all the girls in class sat as close to the front as possible just to watch him pace the floor as he lectured. Professor Matthews had it all â€“ intelligence, looks, and personality. I had a crush on him. A huge crush on him, to be honest. But who didn't? Unfortunately, he definitely didn't feel the same way about me. If anything it was the opposite. "Sarah," he said as he turned towards me. His smile faded and was replaced by a determined look. "Give me some modern criticisms of the Galapagos studies and how they may have misled our modern research." I blinked at him. Shit! Why did he have to call on me? "I'm sorry," I said quietly, hoping he would move on to someone else. "I haven't reached that part of the book yet." "You can come up with your own," he said. "Surely you saw some methodology flaws that we wouldn't produce with today's standards." "Iâ€ŚI hadn't really thought about it," I said as I sank in my seat. "Then start thinking, Miss Hudson. You're better than this." He turned away from me and his smile reappeared. He continued asking the class questions, but nothing as complex as he had asked me. I sank into my seat further, hoping to disappear. Professor Matthews only ever threw the hard questions at me. If that didn't mean he hated me, I didn't know what did. Without fail he made me feel like an idiot. It wasn't something I was used to. I was a regular on the Dean's List with an almost 4.0 GPA. I never had this kind of trouble in class. I just didn't get it. He seemed like such a nice guy, what did I do to make him hate me? And to make matters worse, I had to ace my thesis for him. He was the last thing standing between me and graduating with highest honors--Summa Cum Laude. If I couldn't get a high enough score from him, that honor would go to... Samantha Fields. I glared over at her on the other side of the room. She was one of those people who rubbed me the wrong way. She was your typical know-it-all except that she was also beautiful with shiny blonde hair that made my brown hair look like mud. "Well, it's common sense that something studied two hundred years ago would be revised so many times by now that it would barely resemble what it originally was. That's just the nature of science," Samantha said as she flashed a perfect smile at Professor Matthews. "Generally, that's the case," he said with hardly a glance in her direction. "However, the principles still ring true. I suggest putting more thought in your answers before shouting them out." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Remember that the core principles remain and are correct despite our advancements."
Yes! I thought as I mentally fist pumped. This was exactly why he was one of my favorite professors. Sure, he didn't seem to care very much for me, but he never played favorites and was quick to put someone in their place when they came across as too cocky. It made me wonder what he would be like as a friend, or even something more. But that was just my crazy brain crushing on him again. I had to stop thinking of him like that, it was distracting me. "That's it for today. Remember, I'll be collecting your final thesis next week," he said. "I'm expecting to be impressed." As I gathered my books, I threw a scornful glare in Samantha's direction. I knew her answer was an effort in embarrassing me. I didn't appreciate that. I welcomed competition, even from her, but I would have never stooped so low. I needed to get her out of my mind so I could finish polishing my thesis. It needed to shine and I would do my damnedest to make sure it did. "Especially from you, Sarah," Professor Matthews said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. The weight of his hand reminded me that my thesis needed to be perfect. I sighed to myself as my mind drifted to him touching me for reasons other than scolding me. "I'm working on it," I said, turning to face him. "I know you need my grade to make Summa Cum Laude. I'm not going to hand it to you for some half-assed paper most of my students will present to me. You need to work for it." I groaned to myself as I tried to keep my composure. "It'll be fine, I promise." "It better be more than fine, Sarah. Don't you dare disappoint me." He looked me up and down, his eyes closing a moment before opening to meet mine. It wasn't the first time I caught him looking at me like that. If it was from anyone else, I would have wondered if he was attracted to me. But with Professor Matthews I knew better. As I watched him turn and leave, my eyes drifted down to his pants where the tight material outlined his perfect butt. That firm, sexy ass made me think things I shouldn't about a professor. Student â€“ Professor dating wasn't just taboo, it was forbidden. And with me so close to graduating I wouldn't risk anything. Or would I? They couldn't stop me from graduating, but I wouldn't get the honors I had worked so hard all of these years for. Was it worth it? As my mind filled with dirty thoughts about Professor Matthews, I couldn't help but wonder. If this was an alternate universe where Professor Matthews didn't hate my guts, would I take the risk? He stopped just before the doorway to answer another question. His blue eyes flashed in my direction and held my gaze. My mind raced as it envisioned him undressing. The corners of his mouth slowly twitched up as if he could read my mind. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away.
I needed to focus. I had to think about my thesis and not what I imagined Professor Matthews looked like naked. As I pushed away my daydream, our gazes locked again. Was he really looking at me? The thought crossed my mind that maybe he didn't hate me after all and I smiled. Nothing in his expression changed, but just as I was pulling my eyes away from his, he winked. What did that mean? I wasnâ€™t exactly sure, but deep down I knew he'd be worth the risk.
y thoughts easily flowed onto the paper. I had hit my stride hours ago and M knew my thesis was coming out well. I was ninety percent done, but I was starting
to lose steam. I had been working on it for hours. I looked up from my laptop and realized my bedroom had darkened to the point that I needed to turn on the light. I hadn't even realized the sun had set. I was reaching the point where I was having a hard time concentrating on what I was doing. It wasn't until I wrote and rewrote the same line several times before I realized what I was doing. I didn't have time to waste though. The thesis needed to get done. To make matters worse, my phone kept buzzing. When I first sat down to work I barely paid it any attention. I had been able to ignore it for hours, but now that my focus was gone it pulled me out of my paper even more. As my friend's name lit up the screen, I gave in and answered it. "What's going on, Christie?" "Checking up on you to see if you changed your mind about the party tonight," she said. "You know I can't go. I need to finish my thesis." "Seriously? You're not done yet?" "Almost. I'm so close I can taste it. Just another page or two," I said as I looked over my notes. "Two pages? Come on. If you were on a roll you wouldn't have answered. Let it sit for a few hours and come back to it later." "No, you know I can't. This is important. You know Professor Matthews is a huge hardass with me." "He has a hardass, I know that much," she said. "Not now, Christie." "I know, I know. I'm just worried about you," she said, her voice growing serious. "Why? I'm fine. I just need to get this done." "You're graduating college and you're not even sure what you want to do. You
haven't gone out once in the past four years. You haven't even had a boyfriend yet." "What's that got to do with anything? I have my priorities, that's all. I've been focused on getting the best grades I can. Everything else will fall into place afterwards." Christie was silent for a moment. "Seriously? Do you really feel that way? Don't you ever think about relaxing, going out, and having fun? Just taking some time and not thinking about school and grades? You know, you can have a boyfriend and be really smart too." "Dating just isn't a priority of mine. Besides, I'm almost done. Graduation is just around the corner. Why are you bothering me about this now?" "I don't know, maybe because this is your last chance. You said it yourself, graduation is just around the corner. That means you're running out of time before entering the real world. Come on! This is the last big party before graduation. Besides, you know breaks are good for the brain. You'll do better work if you go out and have some fun." I looked at the last sentence I wrote, the one I had spent the last ten minutes working on. It still wasn't right. Maybe she had a point. Maybe some fresh air would do me good. I could clear my mind and maybe then I'd be able to bang out the rest of my thesis, instead of agonizing over each line like I had been. "I don't want to go alone, Sarah. I need someone I can be snarky with. You need to come with me." I sighed as she continued to whine. For years Christie had been begging me to go with her to one of these Thursday night parties. Maybe it was just the break I needed. "Oh, alright," I said. "You've talked me into it. I can't stay all night though." "We won't. I promise I'll get you back before you turn into a pumpkin." I saved my file and rushed to make myself look good. My hair was a mess from my nervous habit of twisting it around my fingers while I wrote. And I couldn't remember the last time I had washed the sweatshirt I was wearing. Christie was right, I had been spending too much time with my school work. I needed to unwind and take a break. Just a short one.
he pounding of the bass was deafening. As we entered the Victorian-style T house, large red cups of beer were shoved into our hands. I nursed mine as I stood
in a corner of the living room and people-watched while Christie made the rounds and said hello to her friends. The room was dark with only a lamp in the corner for light. A large couch was the only place to sit and it was crowded. Several people sat on it, red cups in hand, looking as uncomfortable as I felt. On the corner of the couch, a couple was making out. Groups of people huddled together as they tried to talk over the loud music. Multi-colored lights blinked to the music as they spilled into the hall separating the living room from the dance area. The beer tasted awful which was fine, really. The last thing I needed was to get drunk. My plan was to get back to my thesis as soon as I got back to my apartment, no matter what time it was. I needed to be sober and awake. Christie ran back over to me. Her bright red hair brushed against my cheek as she threw her arm over my shoulder, making the beer slosh dangerously in the cup. "There's so many people here," she said. "Well it is a party." "Shut up," she said and playfully punched my arm. "I just can't believe how many people are here. And it's not even just students. Some of the faculty are here too." Christie pointed through the crowd to a group of four people deep in conversation with each other. I recognized Professor Brown, Professor Jones, Professor Lee, right away, but couldn't make out who the fourth person was. "Are they here to play chaperone? Or are we supposed to pretend we don't see them?" I asked. "Jeez you really should have gotten out more," she said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "It's free booze and food with dancing and music, who wouldn't want to be here?" "You don't think it's weird? I mean, they're professors. Why would they be at a college party?" It seemed so foreign to me that anyone would want to be at a party
with cheap beer and loud music, that I couldn't understand why there would be professors there. How was I supposed to act? "Do they talk to students?" "No, they usually keep to themselves," she said. The professors were just talking and minding their own business, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Part of it was that I couldn't believe they were at this party, but a bigger part was curious who the fourth person was. Professor Brown shifted to the side and I got a glimpse of him finally. He was dressed down in a heavy metal t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but I would recognize Professor Matthews no matter how he was dressed. A hot flush crept over my cheeks. I had to have some serious issues to like him as much as I did when it was obvious he couldn't stand me. I couldn't help myself though. "Oh! I love this song, Sarah. Let's dance. I didn't bring you here so you could pretend to drink a beer." "This stuff is terrible," I said raising my cup, then taking a peek at how much I had left. The cup was still almost full. "I've been drinking it." "No you haven't. Your cup is still full," she said with a laugh. "Let's go." I followed Christie as she led the way to the next room. We snaked our way through the crowd to an empty spot close to the edge of the dance floor. I wasn't the most graceful dancer, but I had enough rhythm to not make a fool of myself. People were starting to pay attention to us and I realized that was exactly what she wanted. Christie waved at a tall guy with wavy brown hair I recognized from one of my classes. I grabbed her arm, afraid she was going to join him. "Don't you dare leave me," I said. "You'll be fine. Maybe you'll meet someone new like that guy in the doorway. He's watching you." She jerked her head towards his direction as she switched sides with me so I could see who she was talking about. A really cute guy with short spiked hair standing in the doorway looking in our direction. I smiled shyly and when he smiled back I spun around to avoid looking at him. I didn't know what to do. Was he going to come over and dance? Should I go over and ask him? I had never been in that situation before, but as my thoughts swam around my head, I realized someone else was looking at me. Professor Matthews.
read Professor Matthews' expression, but he was definitely watching I couldn't me dance. I tried to not stare at him too much, but my eyes kept going back to
him. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize how much I liked him or the attention I was getting from him. I didn't want it to stop. As the song ended, I caught him take a deep breath and turn away from me. I felt ridiculous thinking he had been watching me. He was probably making sure I wasn't having some kind of seizure on the dance floor. Christie ran off to talk with the tall guy so I decided to retire my ridiculous moves and stepped off the dance floor. Knowing Professor Matthews, he was probably pissed at me for not working on my thesis. Just that coupled with my lousy dancing was probably enough for him to not give me the grade I needed. I gritted my teeth in frustration. Part of me felt like just asking him what his problem was. Why was he always so hard on me? I had to remember that he was just my professor and it shouldn't matter what he thought about me. We didn't have to be friends. I didn't need to know why he didn't like me. "Hey there, beautiful," a male voice spoke from behind me. I turned around and found myself face-to-face with the cute guy who smiled at me earlier. He had playful green eyes and a squared jaw. The lights from the dance floor made his blond buzz cut look green, then red. He was better looking than I realized when I first saw him. "Hi," I said. I smiled up at him, but my shyness overtook me and I quickly looked away. "I thought you might need a drink," he said as he handed me a short, wide glass with a clear liquid and ice inside of it. I took the glass from him and held it between my hands. "Thanks," I said. I cautiously raised the glass and took a sniff, then quickly moved it away as I tried to clear my nose from the strange scent. What is in there? I thought. "I'm Tom. What's your name?"
"Sarah," I said. "You moved really gracefully out there. Are you a dance student?" "Um, thanks. A dance student? Really? No, I'm not," I said laughing nervously. "You're kidding, right?" "Not at all," he said. He tilted his head to the side and pushed my hair behind my ear. "I guess you were just eager to get out there. Are you always like that?" "Maybe," I said with a nervous laugh as I took a cautious step away from him. "Trying everything is supposed to be the college experience, right?" "Yeah, that's what they say. It's a time for experiencing new things." He rubbed his chin as he eyed the untouched drink in my hand. "You should try that. I think you'll like it." I raised the glass and took a deeper sniff. The smell made my nose scrunch. What is this? I thought. It smells like rubbing alcohol. "I don't think so. It smells a bit strong," I said. "Nah, it barely smells like anything. Come on, just a little sip. What's one sip going to do?" I looked at the clear liquid in the glass and moved my hand to swirl the ice cubes around. I was curious what something that smelled so strong would taste like. I looked up at Tom as he smiled eagerly. "You're right," I said. "What's one sip?" As I brought the glass up to my lips, the strong stench of alcohol overwhelmed me. No. There was no way I was tasting this. Before I could move the cup away from my face, it was smacked out of my hand. The drink splashed against my clothes as the glass fell and shattered as it struck the floor. "What the hell?" I said as I turned to see what creep would have done that to me. Professor Matthews stood beside me with a stern expression on his face. I had never seen him look so mad before. Small veins pulsed at his temples as his jaw clenched and unclenched. I looked from him, then over to Tom who turned and vanished into the crowd. Asshole, I thought. I wasn't sure which man I was referring to, but at that moment they both fit the description. "What is wrong with you?" Professor Matthews said. "I know you're not stupid, but why else would you accept a drink from some strange guy?" "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" I said, my anger getting the better of me. "For all you know Tom and I are old friends. And what do you care anyway? What are you, a chaperone?" I snapped, unable to think of something harsher to say. "This is a college party. No one needs a babysitter here." "He could have spiked that drink," he said, his voice harsh. "Do you even know what that was? Everclear could destroy a delicate thing like you." "A delicate thing? I'll have you know I am not some delicate fucking flower, Professor. Also, it's none of your business what I do on my own time." My fists were clenched as he moved closer to me, making me feel small. He had
never stood so close to me before and while I always knew he was tall, but I didn't realize how he towered over me until that moment. "Go home, Sarah. This isn't where you belong," he said through gritted teeth. "Do it before you get yourself in trouble." I was livid. My temper was beyond boiling. I was so mad I wanted to punch my professor, but I knew better than that. He was still what stood in front of me and the honors title that I had been working so hard on for these last few years. No matter how much he meddled or treated me like a child, I needed to watch what I said to him. "I've done the coursework, I'll write the thesis, but outside of that, Professor Matthews, my life is my own. I'll do whatever I want." Angrily, I looked away from him. I couldn't make eye contact with him right now. I didn't want to say anything that could jeopardize everything I had worked so hard for. In the next room I spotted Christie. She was seated at the kitchen counter with several other people. A man was pouring a clear golden liquid into several small glasses that were lined up in front of them. Professor Matthews hadn't moved. He was so close to me I could feel the heat from his body radiating towards mine. Having him so close confused me. I looked up at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed his chin dimple and then his kissable lips. Thinking of him like that made me even angrier. I wasn't myself. Suddenly I needed to prove to my professor that I was an adult and could do whatever I wanted. Whether he approved of it or not. I bee-lined over to Christie and picked up one of the filled glasses. "Hey! What's the big idea?" she asked, surprised. "I need a drink," I said. "Wait--" Before she could finish her sentence, the dark liquid was down my throat. It tasted like liquid fire and left a trail from my mouth, down my throat, and into my stomach. I was pretty sure if I wanted to impersonate a dragon, now would be a good time. "That's whiskey," Christie said. "It's really strong stuff." She looked at me, her eyes wide with concern. A quick glance to the next room told me my professor was watching me with a stunned expression on his face. I wanted to cough and choke up what I had just drank. I wanted to run to the sink and shove my mouth under the running faucet. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being able to say he was right, I was a ridiculously delicate fucking flower. I forced a smile and picked up another shot of whiskey. I had seen enough movies to know it would go down easier if I drank it fast. I jerked my head back as I drank the next shot. Then I slammed the shot glass down onto the counter and glared at the guy with the bottle in his hand. "Pour," I said as I moved the shot glass towards him.
He filled the glass. I kept my face straight to hide the revulsion I felt towards the whiskey before pouring it down my throat. "You got anything stronger?" I asked. "What the hell, Sarah?" Christie said. "What's going on with you?" The would-be bartender took out another bottle, and quickly filled another glass. I glanced back over to where Professor Matthews was standing, but he wasn't there any more. I pushed the glass away and stumbled onto a nearby stool. What was wrong with me? In my anger I went from trying to show him I was an adult and I ended up acting like a foolish child. The room spun a little and I realized I never had anything to eat. I had been so head's down working on my thesis, that I had forgotten to have anything all day. This was not how I wanted the night to turn out. As I licked my lips, trying to get some moisture into my mouth, Christie shoved another red plastic cup in front of me. "Drink," she said. "It's water. You're not looking very well. You'd better not hurl." I shook my head with embarrassment, unable to look at her, before taking a sip of the cold liquid. "I'm fine," I said. "I forgot to eat today, that's all." "So that's why you turned into some clichĂŠ party girl?" "Ugh, no. I don't want to talk about that now. Can we just go already? I think I've had enough fun for one night," I said. "Plus I need to finish my thesis. I just need to eat something first." The thought of Professor Matthews seeing me act like an idiot after I spent so long trying to gain his respect, killed me. He was right--what was wrong with me? "You'll have to tell me about it one day," Christie said with a sigh. "Let's go. This party is lame anyway. You should probably get some rest before finishing your thesis anyway. I think maybe you just need some sleep. You've been under a lot of stress." As I slid off the stool, the room jerked before tilting to the side. The last thing I remembered was everything going black.
the next morning with a horrible headache. I kept my eyes closed, I woke knowing that the brightness of the outside world was too much for me to face.
As I laid there I wondered if this was from the shots or if the stress from school finally caught up to me. It was probably a combination of both. Slowly, I opened one eye. A sharp pain rang through my head. I groaned and turned away from the sun. "Oh good, you're awake," Christie said. "Shhh. Why are you yelling?" "I'm not. I'm speaking like I always do. You're a fucking idiot, Sarah." "I know," I said as I covered my head with my pillow. "I know I'm an idiot. Now I feel like hell and I still have my thesis to finish." I peeked out from under the pillow. Christie was sitting in the corner of my room, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. Looking under the sheets, I found I was still in the same clothes too. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before slapping my cheeks a bit to knock the fog out of my head. "God, I barely remember anything after you said we were going home," I said. "I didn't think you would. You scared the shit out of me," she said. I nodded as I weaved my fingers through my tangled hair. "I know. I should know better," I said. "You're a fucking diabetic," she said as she got up and whacked me with a pillow. "You didn't eat and then you did those ridiculous shots. What were you thinking? You're lucky I was there." I took a deep breath. She was right. Even in the haze of my pain, I knew better. Usually I was really good about making sure my sugar didn't drop too low, but I had been so busy making school and graduating with honors such a priority that I stopped taking care of myself. What good was any of it if the first moment I try to relax and have fun, I ended up passing out? I was going to graduate with highest honors. I should be smart. And until that moment I thought I had more than just book smarts. Now I wasn't so sure.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I was just so angry that I snapped. I should have realized it was the hunger taking over, but I couldn't think straight. I must have ruined the night for you." "No, stop blaming yourself. I'm just glad I was there when it happened and I got some help. I don't know if I would have been able to do that alone." I took a deep breath as I realized how lucky I was that she was there when it happened. What if it had been just a few minutes before? Would Tom have helped me? I doubted it. "Thank you, Christie. I was an idiot. Thank you for saving me from myself." "Hey, that's what friends are for. You take the good with the bad. I know you'd do the same for me." As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand, I realized something. "Wait," I paused as my mind slowly replayed what she said. "You had help? You didn't take care of me alone?" "Nope, I got lucky," she said. "I didn't know what was going on. One second you were ready to go home and the next, it was like your legs turned into Jello. As I tried to catch you so you wouldn't hurt yourself, Professor Matthews showed up. He picked you up and carried you home." "Really? Professor Matthews did that?" "Yeah. I told him the last thing you said was that you needed to eat and he told me you're diabetic. Why didn't you tell me? We were going to take you to the hospital, but you woke up once we got outside. You mumbled something about candy and Professor Matthews made me dig some out of your pocket." I reached into my pocket where I always kept my emergency stash of Life Savers. How could I let myself get so bad? Usually I was much more careful. "I'm sorry," I said. I couldn't stop apologizing to Christie. "I thought you knew, but it's not something I talk about much. Professor Matthews only knows because I got the shakes in class one day and he asked if I was alright." I kept thinking how bad things could have been if I was alone or if she simply wasn't around to help me. But it wasn't just her who was there for me, Professor Matthews was too. "Thanks for taking care of me. I can't believe Professor Matthews came back. I'll have to tell you about what happened that set me off. I can't believe he carried me home." "He didn't just carry you home, he stayed with you the whole night. We were both here," she said before she started laughing. "You called him some wild things last night. You did some wild things too. You might as well have been drunk!" "What are you talking about?" Suddenly I remembered grabbing Professor Matthews' pants. I hoped that was a dream, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that it actually happened. "What did I do?" "Well, to start off you called him an asshole about a dozen times. Then you called him a sexy beast. Then an asshole again." Christie was laughing so much her whole body was shaking. "Keep going," I said, knowing the worse was coming. "Okay, if you insist," she said between gasping for air as she giggled
uncontrollably. "You grabbed his pants and tried to pull them down! I had to yank you off him, but then you called me an asshole. Then you turned back to him and called him an asshole again for not letting you suck his cock." I covered my face with my hands. "I'm sorry. It's happened before, but not in a long time. It's like that little bit of sugar after nothing makes me drunk. Please tell me that's the worst of it." "It's not," she said as she held her side while she laughed. "It gets better. Let's seeâ€Śyou told him you wanted to have his babies. You were thrusting your crotch at him like this." She stood up and swung her hips wildly forward over and over. It was the least sexy thing I had ever seen and if I wasn't so embarrassed I would have been laughing at Christie's movements. I hung my head in shame thinking I had done it to Professor Matthews. How was he going to respect me now? I hoped it wouldn't make him grade my thesis even harder. "I think you even flashed him once." "No! Please tell me you're making this up. Did I really do all that?" "Yes. It's almost hard to believe you're really a virgin. You were such a slut," she said, laughing even harder. "It was quite a show. The highlight of my night really. Now I have a lot of ammunition against you. I'm talking like years and years worth." "You would use this, wouldn't you?" I was glad Christie saw the humor in my embarrassment. "Is there anything else I should know about?" "More than you trying to rape the professor you claim to hate? Nah, that was about it. You know, other than sleeping until 3PM." "Wait, what?" I quickly stood up and blinked at the clock on my wall until the numbers came into focus. A cold shiver went down my spine as I remembered my schedule. "Shit! I slept through my class with Professor Matthews. It ends in thirty minutes and my thesis isn't even done." I grabbed a skirt, blouse, and a fresh set of bra and panties before dashing into the bathroom. I didn't want to face the class reeking of sweat and booze. I definitely didn't want Professor Matthews to get a reminder of what an idiot I was last night. It was bad enough I didn't have my paper done. "I can drive you to class," Christie said through the bathroom door. "I know I don't need to say this, but you should probably thank and apologize to Matthews for you acting like a drunken idiot last night." "I know," I whispered as tears stung my eyes. "You're right."
y the time I got to class, everyone was already leaving. I walked past Samantha, B who raised an eyebrow at me before strutting past. She had turned in her thesis on time. She knew I was screwed. I wasn't going to let it go without a fight though. I was so confused about Professor Matthews right now, especially with what Christie told me. Why did he stay all night? Other than being a freak, I was obviously fine. Was he just being a concerned professor or was there more to it? Professor Matthews was standing at his desk, collecting the papers that were piled on the corner. I approached slowly, worried about what he might say. "Um, hi," I said, standing at the opposite end of the desk. "Ah, Sarah. Nice of you to show up today. Better late than never, huh?" "I know. Iâ€Śuhâ€ŚI'm sorry. I--," I stammered. "Made a complete fool out of yourself last night? Yes, I saw. I was there, remember?" "I'm really sorry, Professor. Really. I heard from Christie what you did and I know you didn't have to be there for me. You didn't have to help Christie and after how I treated you, I wouldn't have blamed you if you didn't help." As my eyes met his, his expression softened. He let out a deep sigh as his face filled with concern. "There was a student in need. I would have done that for anyone," he said. I looked away from him as I nodded. "That's what I thought. Thanks for helping Christie. And for helping me too. I didn't eat yesterday. I should have known better." "You should have. You have a condition that needs to be monitored and taken care of. You could've really hurt yourself last night." "I know. And just so you know, I'm not usually like that. When my sugar gets low I just go crazy. I can't control myself." "It's alright. I'm just glad your friend was there." "Me too," I said quietly. "You have no idea how bad I feel. I'm sorry about last night. I'm sure I ruined your night too." "You're being too hard on yourself. No one is perfect. You've been under a lot of
stress lately too. I know you've been working on your thesis." "And it's almost done," I said. " I wasn't supposed to go out last night. I never go out. I just needed a break andâ€Śwell, you were there." I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I struggled to get my courage up. "Can I have a one-day extension? It's almost done. I just need a few hours really." "Hmm," he said as he rubbed his chin. "I can't just give you special treatment, Sarah. That wouldn't be fair to the other students." "I know, I know," I said, trying to control the begging in my voice. "I need this grade though. I need it to graduate with highest honors. I've worked so hard for this. Just give me one chance. I can't lose all my years of hard work because of one mistake." Professor Matthews walked around the table and stood over me. I was reminded of last night and the heat of his body near mine as he warned me about drinking. His presence felt dominating. "With the way you told me off last night, I definitely shouldn't give you any special treatment," he said gruffly. "Please, Professor Matthews. I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I can apologize. I just wasn't myself. I know you hate me for whatever reason--" "I don't hate you, Sarah," he said interrupting me. I raised an eyebrow at his words. "Really? But you're always picking on me and asking me the hardest questions." "I ask you because I think you should have the answers to those questions. I'm trying to challenge you to think." "Don't you think I deserve a break sometimes though? I feel like you're intentionally putting me on the spot with those questions. Like you're trying to make me look stupid." "No one could make you look stupid, Sarah. You are the brightest student I have ever had. You have a great future ahead of you, and as an educator I have a duty to push you as hard as I can." Professor Matthews's words made me blush. I was so insecure that I never thought he could be pushing me to do better, my only thought was that he couldn't stand me. "Listen," he said, lowering his voice, making it husky. "I would never tell any of my other students this, but if you want to know the truth, I was inappropriate last night. You are intelligent, gifted, and beautiful. When I saw you take a drink from that asshole, I have to admit I got a little jealous." I was blushing so much my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I couldn't help but smile. "You think I'm beautiful?" "In every way possible. Both mentally and physically. You're the total package. Do you know how much I've wished I would find a woman in my life to have both looks and a brain?" "I don't know. I can understand though. It would be hard for me to find a handsome man who understands the ins and outs of Abiogenesis," I said referring
to the evolutionary science that Professor Matthews specialized in. "If you're going to be that specific, I can guarantee you're not going to find much," he said with a sly smile on his face. "I want to find someone like you, Sarah. Someone who can match my wits and my mind." He paused as he looked up to make sure we were alone. "Someone who makes me jealous when another man looks at her. Someone I want in my bed." He was talking about me, hitting on me. Professor Matthews was making it more and more obvious that he wanted me as our conversation continued. Maybe I should have stopped him, I knew it was wrong. I was his student. He shouldn't talk to me that way. He shouldn't look at me like a starved wolf. It was exactly what I wanted until I realized I had asked him for an extension for my thesis. Is that what this was about? Was he going to bribe me into sleeping with him? "Wait," I stepped back from him. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "What's that?" "Is this where if I want the extension, you're going to make me do something sexual?" Professor Matthews blinked in surprise. "No, no. Absolutely not! I mean, did something that unethical cross my mind? Yes, but I would never use my power as your professor to get something I want. Sure, I'm sure I'd enjoy the result. But it's not what I really want. What I want is more. Much more. I'm not about to risk my career for one night of fun." He wanted me. So much that the thought of breaking the rules had crossed his mind. It was so strange to hear him talk to me like this after being convinced for so long of his hatred for me. "Sarah," he said, the timber of his voice deepening. "I want your thesis on my desk by eight tomorrow morning. Not a minute later. If I receive it on time, then I'll treat it as if it was turned in today. This is the one break I'm giving you," he said before pausing. "But it's only because you're right. I have been hard on you this semester." I let out a long breath as relief filled me. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Professor Matthews. You have no idea how grateful I am for this." Our eyes met and I wondered what was next. Was that it? Was he just going to cut me a break? Just a few minutes ago he flat out told me he wanted me. Or had I dreamed that? Was he really just going to let me walk away? I started towards the door only to be stopped by his voice. "Sarah."
s I turned to face him, one of his hands slipped into my hair as his lips covered A mine. He pressed me against the door as his body pressed against me. His kiss
overwhelmed me and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, my body responded. At first I was paralyzed with surprise, but I quickly melted against his strong chest. My tongue began to follow his. My hands wrapped around his back like I had imagined so many times in class. Through his collared shirt, I could feel how toned and muscular he was. The moment felt like it could last forever. It was the perfect ending to our strange relationship. But there was more to this than just a kiss and before he said anything, I knew it was far from over. "I want you, Sarah," he said, our kiss finally breaking. "I know you're my student, I know this isn't right. But say the word and none of that matters. Say the word and I'll take you right now in this lecture hall." So many emotions rushed through me. In a matter of minutes, I went from thinking he hated me to finding out he wanted me. And he didnâ€™t just want my body, he wanted my mind too. It was everything I ever wanted. But how could I say yes? He was still my professor, still the person who held a lot of power over me. School wasn't over. I still needed to submit my thesis to him and that grade would determine whether I reached my goal of highest honors or not. I spent the past four years working towards it, but somehow none of that mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was him. My mind wanted him. My body wanted him. Whatever the consequences were, I would deal with them. As I looked into his light blue eyes, I knew he would make me feel like a woman. I wanted that more than anything. "I want you too," I said. As his lips met mine again, I heard the click of the door being locked. He then picked me up and carried me to his desk. With a quick swipe of his arm he cleared his desk, showing me that the only thing that mattered at that moment was me. He lifted me onto the desk, laying me down as he pinned my arms up above my head with one of his hands. His hungry kisses moved down my neck to my chest.
Even through my shirt, I felt his touch, teasing me through my bra which I had suddenly regretted wearing. With one hand still holding my hands, he undid the buttons of my blouse with the other. Seeing the smile on his face, I realized that he too had been fantasizing about me all this time. How long had he wanted me like this? He peeled my shirt off me and softly stroked my skin, giving me goosebumps. As I struggled to kick my shoes off, his lips found mine again. I still couldn't believe what was happening between me and Professor Matthews. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and then opened them again to make sure I wasn't dreaming. He pulled his lips from mine and released my hands as his face filled with regret. "I'm sorry if I'm rushing things," Professor Matthews said breathless from our kissing. "I just can't control myself anymore. I have to have you. I need to see you. I promise I'll make it up to you." I smiled as I sat up and reached behind to unhook my bra. As I let the straps slide off my shoulders, I felt the heat rise on my skin. I had never let a man see me before. What was I doing? Not once in my life had I thought I would lose my virginity in a classroom. Professor Matthews noticed my hesitation. Gently, he cupped my face and kissed my forehead. "It's too fast, isn't it?" he asked as he looked into my eyes. I shook my head. "No, it's not that. It's just thatâ€Ś" I paused as I gathered up my courage. How could I tell my dream guy that I was a virgin? How could I tell my professor that not only was he going to fuck his student, but he was also going to take her virginity? What if I told him and he never wanted to see me again? "Was is it, Sarah? You can tell me anything." He reached over to grab my shirt and held it out for me. I didn't take it. With a deep breath I let my bra drop, but I instinctively still covered my breasts. This was what I wanted. He was what I wanted. Not everything needed to be perfect. Professor Matthews smiled as he slipped his fingers into one of my hands. His eyes never left mine and even though his fingers were now against the soft flesh of my breasts, he didn't push or pressure me. "You are beautiful. Perfect. The woman I always dreamed of. You're brilliant and gorgeous. You are everything, Sarah." He paused and I saw his brow wrinkle momentarily before his eyes widened. "And you're a virgin, aren't you?" My eyes widened. "Is it that obvious?" I asked. "No, I just put two and two together. After you fell asleep this morning, your friend blamed herself for what happened to you. She said she pushed you to take a break and go to your first college party. Between that and how shy you got just nowâ€Śwell, I guess it was obvious." "I've been so busy with classes that I didn't have time to date," I said, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay if you want to leave. I know it's bad enough I'm a student." "I don't want to leave. Right now you aren't a student, Sarah. You're a woman
and I'm a man. Don't you understand how much I want you? I don't give a fuck if you're a virgin. I'm going to make you scream my name by the time we're done." He pulled my arms down from my chest, leaving me exposed. His large hands cupped my breasts, the feeling was so much more intense than before when the fabric of my clothes were in the way. The tips of his fingers circled my nipples, sending pleasure through my body. "I've imagined fucking you on this desk so many times," he said. He pinched my nipple, sending a shock through my body. I gasped softly from the painful pleasure. As he lowered his head, I held my breath in anticipation. My body responded to his touch, making my body pulse. As his mouth closed over my nipple and he began sucking, a ripple shot through my body. As he moved from one nipple to the other, I let my hands move over his chest. I unbuttoned his shirt and he quickly pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor. Professor Matthews had a perfect chest. It was a little hairy, but just the right amount and muscular with toned abs. He couldn't keep his hands off me and I felt the same way. Every second he wasn't kissing or fondling me seemed to take a lot of effort on his part. He ran his hand down my neck, over my chest, and past my abdomen. My body was becoming more and more alive by his touch. I trembled nervously as he came down to my skirt as he reached another place I had never shared with a man before. Professor Matthews's hand lifted my skirt and revealed my panties. "White cotton panties," he said, "You know these have to go." I laughed nervously. He placed a hand over my mound and gently rubbed me through the fabric. "You're so fucking wet. It's the classroom, isn't it?" He raised his brows playfully. "You have no idea how many times I thought about eating you out while you sat there taking notes." "But Professor, you shouldn't say things like that to me," I said, grinning. "I'm your student." "A student who is wet from the idea of having her professor fuck her on his desk." "I could say the same about you. I never noticed this during your lectures," I said, letting my hand slide over the thick bulge in his pants. Professor Matthews' face suddenly got serious. "Are you sure you want your professor to be your first?" he asked. Without hesitation, I found myself nodding. I didnâ€™t need to think about it. As smart as I was, I was still a woman. And I couldn't deny how incredibly turned on I was. "Then let me teach you a whole new lesson," he said. All I could do was nod in agreement. His fingers began rubbing me through the cotton of my panties, teasing me and pushing the soaked fabric against me. The tips of his fingers stayed firmly on my clit, tickling it and shocking me with how good it felt.
I moaned as he continued to touch me, making me want him even more. I wasn't in control of myself anymore, my desire for him was. My hands shot down to my panties to push them down and out of the way, hoping to experience even more of my teacher. I wanted to feel all of him and what he could do to me. I wanted to feel it now. As I attempted to wiggle out of my panties, Professor Matthews grabbed them and pulled them off my legs, taking in the sight of my naked pussy for the first time. Anxiety inside of me kept rushing back, as I was now completely bare. Other than my hiked up skirt, I was naked in front of a man for the first time in my life. I always imagined this differently. I thought I would have the cover of darkness and blankets to shield my insecurities from my first lover's eyes, but I had none of that. Professor Matthews made me feel so beautiful I didn't care about my soft belly or how thick my thighs were. "Everything about you is perfect," he whispered as his hands followed the curve of my hips. "I want to savor every inch of you." He didn't wait before laying another powerful kiss on me. My mind rushed more than ever. This was really happening. My professor, my teacher, the man who I lusted after even as I thought he hated me, was going to take my virginity. As his hand slid up between my legs, I realized he was going to take his time. His fingers tickled my labia, circling it in a pattern as he zeroed in on my clit, pressing himself against my wetness. My breath hitched as his fingers slid inside, teasing me. Little waves emanated out of his touch as his lips left mine and started his journey down my body. His fingers steadily fucked me as his tongue flicked against my clit. Professor Matthews shot a glimpse up at me, our eyes meeting, before he sucked my clit again. A sudden spike of pleasure bolted through my body, making me gasp. He didn't stop. He knew exactly what he was doing to me as he sucked and licked my clit. It was much more intense than I ever could have imagined. All I could do was let the rising heat inside me take over as my professor ate me. Just when my body got used to what he was doing, he surprised me. His tongue flicked my clit before rubbing it, keeping me burning for him. I ran my hand through his thick hair, encouraging him to keep going. The way Professor Matthews took control was the result of years of practice and experience. I was lucky and appreciative he was sharing those skills with me. My first time with anyone else wouldn't have been as good. My toes curled as he ate me and I moaned louder for him. I watched his smile grow wider as he ate me, my pleasure clearly also being his. The tide in me grew hotter, and I wasn't going to last long under his skilled touch. Thoughts of just sitting back and enjoying everything rolled through my head, and I suddenly felt very selfish for letting him do everything. A loud moan escaped my lips. I knew that the longer I waited, the greater my
orgasm would be. He was getting me really close, but I didn't want to come just yet. Reaching down, I tugged at his hair and he stopped right away. I immediately regretted no longer feeling the wonderful things he was doing to me. Professor Matthews' pale eyes met mine. "It's my turn," I said.
raised an eyebrow and stepped back as I slid off the desk. With his eyes on H eme, I dropped to my knees in front of him. As I had seen him do so many
times in class, he nodded with approval. But it was different this time. I wasn't answering a question about biology, I was reaching for his belt. I pushed his pants to the floor, excited to see him. His boxer-briefs were bulging with his hardness. "Go on. You can do a lot more than stare at it," he said as he gave me a seductive grin. I smiled back and reached for his manhood through his underwear. His cock felt hot and hard as I caressed him. It jerked slightly as my hand went down his shaft. My eyes closed and I wondered what he would feel like inside of me. I wanted that so much I couldn't think of anything else. Pulling his briefs away, I exposed his throbbing cock to the air of the room. He pushed them down to the floor, leaving himself completely naked. I shot Professor Matthews another smile as I reached up and stroked him. His cock shuddered under my touch. He felt warm as I continued to explore every inch of his body. I looked up at him as I brought the head of his cock closer to my lips. "Yesâ€Śplease," he begged as he stroked my hair. "I've waited so long for this. This is something out of my fantasies." I rewarded him with a kiss on the tip of his cock, then licked around his head, savoring him. Despite how badly I wanted to be with Professor Matthews and I knew it was okay, being in the lecture hall was a constant reminder of how bad we were being. I was licking my professor's cock, breaking every ethics rule in the book with him. The adrenaline inside me pounded. Thinking about how wrong it was made me want him even more. "Suck it," he said. "I want to feel your lips around my cock." His manhood passed through my lips as my tongue timidly flicked at his head. I slipped his cock further into my mouth until I finally managed to take him completely. "Always the overachiever, huh? Can't even half-ass something like this," he said as his lips tugged upwards into a smile.
If I didn't have his cock in my mouth, I would have reminded him that I took pride in being the best. Instead, I had to show him. My sucks jerked his flesh forward, letting my tongue follow right behind in trying to please him. I slowly slid him out of my mouth before I brought him back in. I heard his low, pleased groan, and knowing that I was a natural only made the fire inside me burn hotter. I swallowed his cock further down my throat. His hand helped guide the way as I enjoyed his rod to the absolute fullest. My hands stroked the part of his shaft I couldn't fit into my mouth. His subtle moans were all the compliments and encouragement I needed. He was bracing himself against his desk, completely at my mercy. This only pushed me further. I didn't care if he came in my mouth. Just the idea of it was dirty. I was surprised at how strongly the thought of 'it's wrong' was driving me. "Oh fuck," he said, moments after the tiniest bit of his cum hit my tongue. He pulled his cock away from me, leaving me with only the droplet to savor. I wanted more of it, but I quickly realized that wasn't on the menu. I let it go knowing I was going to experience something different. Maybe even better. "What's the matter, Professor Matthews?" I asked innocently. "I need more than just your mouth. I can't hold myself back for much longer. I want you now. I need you now." Standing up, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He didn't care where my mouth had just been. I savored that kiss as he guided me back onto the desk. With his cock positioned right over my clit, the rubbing of our sexes made my mind run wild with anticipation. It was time. Another kiss was shared between us, and his cock was right at the lips of my pussy, tickling the outside. He reached between us, his hand resting on my nub, which was aching for more stimulation ever since his tongue had left me. Slowly, he began to caress it, the heat inside me starting to pick back up. Moaning lightly, I nodded, and he began to push himself in. The friction of his entry felt so intense as my pussy lips parted, letting him slide into me. I was so wet he could have entered easily, but he stopped himself. Professor Matthews' eyes locked on mine. I nodded, ready for what was to come. He slowly entered me, thrusting himself in a little at a time, careful to not hurt me. I closed my eyes in preparation for some pain, but none came. The feeling of having him inside me was wonderful. I let out a long breath as I sighed with relief. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded before the words spilled from my lips. "Yes. Definitely yes." "Good, I don't want to hurt you." He closed his eyes for a moment as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, then slid it back in again. "Fuck. You're so tight," he said as his voice hitched. As he let my body adjust to his raw, naked cock being inside of me, he rubbed my clit. It wasn't long before he was pulling himself out, only to return with another tiny burst of electricity rushing through my core.
I moaned softly as he thrusted into me, first slowly, but gradually moving faster. He kissed my lips hungrily before his tongue swept over mine. Each time he pushed inside me brought a wave of bliss that washed over my body. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling his firmness, pulling him closer to me. His chest rubbed against mine, tickling my breasts, and heightening the heat between us even further. My eyes moved down his torso until I was watching as his thick cock disappeared inside me. He wasn't wearing a condom and I wondered if I should tell him I wasn't on birth control. As he thrust himself inside me and forced a moan from my lips, I decided not to say anything. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want to think about anything either. All I wanted was for him to keep fucking me. He massaged my clit with his fingers while his cock continued to push me higher and higher towards climax. I let out a loud moan, and he forced me to moan even louder. I wondered if someone else in the building would hear us, but then I realized I didn't care. With my legs wrapped around him, I was able to thrust my hips against him, matching his movement as the sounds of our flesh echoed throughout the room. Professor Matthews took me harder and faster. "God, I can't get enough of you, Sarah. I always respected your mind. I was always attracted to your body. But I never imagined fucking you would be like this." A moan escaped my lips. "I never expected my first time to be this good." He lifted me up off that desk and pressed me against the white board behind him. His strength was impressive as I was wrapped around him, kissing him, enjoying his body. He rubbed me up against the chalkboard and I knew I was smearing whatever lesson he had written out on it. My back would be a mess, covered with white and yellow powder. Again, I couldn't care less as long as Professor Matthews kept doing what he was doing. Faster, harder, he was taking me to places I never expected to go. The fire inside of me was growing so intense now. I thought about what this orgasm would be like with Professor Matthews playing my body like he was. My imagination only made the fact that I was fucking my teacher even hotter. We were enraptured with one another, his cock going so damn deep inside me. He was panting hard, my body taking its toll even on his experienced self. The wetness of my folds was jerking him, yanking him, urging him even deeper. My moans turned to screams as I cried out with pleasure. I couldn't take much more of this. Even with that sound though, I could hear his ragged grunts. Only a few more strokes and... The orgasm exploded through my body. Pulsating through me again and again, overpowering all of my senses. I trembled and gasped for air, winded, before collapsing against him. Professor Matthews gripped me tighter, pulled me closer. Subtly, I could feel his thighs tighten against mine as his cock dove deeper inside of me. One last thrust
and his eyes closed as his orgasm overtook him. Panting and sweating, the orgasm still echoed through my body. We were both grinning uncontrollably. He kept himself firmly planted inside me for as long as his cock's strength remained. It felt like it took an eternity for my thoughts to gather once again. Slowly I realized what had just happened. I wasn't mad, I wasn't sure how to feel. "You â€“ you came inside me," I said flatly. "I'm sorry," he said, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm not on any birth control." "I figured that. I meant to pull out, but I couldn't. You felt so good. Too good. I wanted to come in you." He took a deep breath, and finally withdrew himself from me. He guided me to his desk and helped me hop up to sit. "I can't remember a time since we met that I didn't want you, Sarah. And at that moment, when I should have pulled out, all I could think about was claiming you as mine. I want everyone to know you belong to me." Getting pregnant was always something I feared. It was the real reason I hadn't bothered to date before. I had seen it too many times in my family where a cousin would have her entire life sidelined for a few seconds of pleasure. I didn't want that. I didn't want to be left trying to figure that out alone. As I opened my eyes, I met Professor Matthews' gaze. I didn't have that fear with him. I knew he was a good man. He was smart, handsome, and one hell of a lover. But was he saying what I thought he was saying? "What are you saying?" I asked. "I just need you to trust me, okay? I care about you, Sarah. But despite what I'm thinking and what I want, I think we need to keep things slow." I nodded as I tried to find the right words to say. I care about you too? No, despite how much I meant it, it sounded insincere. I thought about what happened last night and how in my diabetic state I said I wanted to have his babies. I meant that. Professor Matthews was my dream guy and he always had been. That was why it bothered me so much when I thought he hated me. I wanted the opposite of that. I wanted his love. But was he saying the opposite? Was he saying he loved me? It was too much for me deal with. I thought about all the hours we had spent together as professor and student. We definitely knew each other, there was no doubting that. Then I thought about his staying with me all night when I wasn't well. I had so many questions for him, but as I sat there in his arms I realized there would be plenty of time for them. Not everything needed to be so serious, especially not after sex. So I decided to lighten the mood. "As long as you keep fucking me like that," I said, "you can come anywhere you want." He kissed me again. It was long and passionate and it convinced me that I wasn't
making any stupid mistakes. My trust was in the right place. Professor Matthews broke away and gathered our clothing. "Excellent," he said, his voice sounding all business again. "Judging by the time, I think you should grab a bite to eat and then home." "Hmm? You're getting rid of me?" I asked with surprise. "Your thesis is due in the morning." Shit! How did I forget about that? "Ms. Hudson, you are brilliant enough that I don't need to play favorites with you. I will grade you just like any other student," he said before leaning closer to me. His voice lowered to a whisper, his breath going past my ear. "Just because I love you and want you to be the mother of my children, don't think you're getting special treatment." He kissed me gently on my forehead and pulled me close against him, wrapping his arms around me. I melted against him happy to get the answers and find out we felt the same way about each other. I nodded. "No, of course not, Professor Matthews." "We'll talk more tomorrow," he said.
Three Months Later
"This is why we come to learn. We do it to better prepare ourselves to help the world. To help create a better tomorrow," I said into the microphone as I looked out at the crowded field. The crowd, made up of faculty, students and their families, cheered wildly at my words. I had done it. I graduated with highest honors-- Summa Cum Laude. My thesis received a near perfect grade, cementing the honor and making all my sacrifices for school worthwhile. Best of all, I didn't think Professor Matthews showed me any favoritism. As the crowd cheered, I took one last look at the familiar faces. I spotted Samantha Fields in the first row, smiling genuinely at me. Once our competition was over, there wasn't any reason for us to not be friends. Stepping away from the podium, I couldn't stop beaming. My professors were lined up on stage with me and I shook hands with each of them as I tried to make my way off the stage. "Have you thought any more about medical school?" Professor Jones asked. "No, I haven't decided yet." My life had changed so much over the last few months that I was taking things easy. I had plenty of time to decide what my next move was going to be. I quickly walked away before any of my other instructors decided to chat. After all, there was only one professor I really wanted to see. Professor Mark Matthews was waiting for me across the lawn, next to Brighton Hall. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked at me with a proud smile on his face. "That was a wonderful speech," he said. "I couldn't have written a better one myself." "Thank you," I said as a warm blush colored my cheeks. He was standing near the open classroom where not so long ago my entire life
changed. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me in for a kiss. I kicked the door closed before he pinned me against it. God, he had the libido of a teenager even though he was pushing forty. I loved it. The graduation gown I was wearing was quickly tossed over my head, then my blouse was unbuttoned, and my skirt hiked up. My clothes got in the way of what he really wanted. His hands were going down my back, circling my body before they fondled my tender nipples. His palm settled on what the gown was very good at hiding â€“ my growing belly. "How is it possible that you get even more beautiful by the day?" he asked. "This is all your fault you know," I teased. "It's a blame I'll gladly take." His fingers slid into my panties and found my clit. A spike of pleasure shot through my body as he slowly rubbed it. I moaned softly, helpless to him whenever he did things like this. He pushed my panties down my legs as I blindly reached for his belt with my left hand. The diamond engagement ring Mark gave me two months ago glittered. Everything had moved so fast in the past three months, but it felt right. It was right. "I love you," he whispered into my ear before kissing my neck. "I love you too, Professor," I said, giggling. "Oooh I like that. Save that for when we're at home."
Four Years Later
I glanced at my watch and cursed silently as I ran down the hall. My flats skidded against the floor as I stopped in front of Professor Matthews' office door. The last thing I wanted was to be late for office hours. Taking a deep breath, I smoothed down my hair before knocking on the door which opened right away. Professor Matthews looked down his nose at me as he shook his head. He was looking really hot in a buttoned-down shirt that match the light blue color of his eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned a little more than usual, making it hard to focus on the look of disappointment that covered his face. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said. "You really have a problem with authority, don't you?" "What? No! Of course I don't," I said as I entered his office and pushed the door closed behind me. "Alright, Sarah. Then tell me why you're late?" "I'm not late," I said as I pointed to my watch. "Don't argue with me. Do you really think that's how you're going to get help with your final project?" He walked behind a wide antique desk and sat in his chair. The stubble on his chin was a little darker than my memory of it when we first got together four years ago, but nothing else about him had changed. "But you know that's why I'm here, Professor. I need your help," I said. "Then come over here," he said, his voice husky. "Maybe you should stay for detention." Detention? I thought. I slowly crossed the room towards his desk. His eyes flashed at me and I knew he wanted me closer. I traced the top of his desk with my fingertips as I walked beside it. As soon as I was within arm's reach he pulled me towards him, and caught me in his arms. His lips closed down on mine as he kissed me hungrily. I wrapped my
arms around his shoulders as I fell into him. The sound of the doorknob unlatching startled me and I jumped up from Mark's lap. In the doorway stood our daughter, Elizabeth, with her favorite stuffed penguin. She was yawning and rubbing her light blue eyes. "Mommy, you said you would sleep in my bed tonight," she said. "I woke up and you weren't there." Mark patted my ass as I walked over to our sleepy child. I kneeled to get to her level and pushed her long light brown hair away from her face. "I was just checking on Daddy," I said. "I know you're not used to having a big girl bed yet." Ignoring me, she looked over at Mark as her brow wrinkled. "What's detention?" she asked. Mark's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I wanted to laugh at his embarrassment, but I knew it would just keep Elizabeth up even later. "Detention is like a time out that happens in school," I said. I could see Elizabeth's brain working while she thought about what I said. "But I heard Daddy say you had to stay for detention. Why?" she asked. "That's a good question, sweetie." I looked up at Mark and tilted my head to the side. "So, why did you say that?" "Because you were naughty. Iâ€Śuh I mean," he stammered, "I thought we could try something new." He covered his face, realizing what he said before blinking at Elizabeth who was nodding. "Mommy was naughty," she said with conviction. "She was supposed to stay in bed with me." "No, no, I wasn't naughty. I was exactly on time," I said as my eyes met Mark's. I tried to hold back my laughter as I steered Elizabeth towards the door. "Daddy's just being silly." I bit my lip to stop a giggle from escaping. "Is that true, Daddy? Because Mommy promised she'd sleep in my bed tonight and she wasn't there. She needs a detention," she said with a big yawn as she finally turned to leave the room. "Mommy's right. I was just being silly," Mark said. "Sweet dreams, honey." As I started to close the door behind Elizabeth and I, Mark took the door from me and gave me a crooked smile. "Go ahead to your room, sweetie," I said to Elizabeth. "I'll be right there." I watched her continue down the hall towards her bedroom. She wasn't adjusting to her new bed very well and I was hoping my spending the night with her would make it better. "Detention in an hour?" he whispered as he waggled his eyebrows. "Yes, but I need to work on my dissertation later." "I know, I'm so proud of you. Soon you'll be Professor Matthews, too." He wrapped my hair around his fingers as he pulled me in for another kiss. "I know how important it is to you. Detention can wait for another time."
"It'll only wait thirty minutes," I said as I stood up on my tip toes and gave him another kiss. "I'll be back as soon as she's out." "I love you, Professor Matthews," he said as I turned to walk down the hall. "I love you more, Professor Matthews," I said before blowing him a kiss. He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice stern. "Remember, don't be late." As he disappeared into his office, I couldn't help but smile. Life with my husband and daughter was more perfect than I could ever imagine.
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ABOUT STEPBROTHERâ€™S BABY
"Y ou owe me, so now you're mine." There's only one person who can help me, but he's the last one I want to call--my stepbrother Connor Matthews. Sure, he's so hot I want to bite him to find out how good he tastes, but he's always been such a prick to me. Calling him means that I'm going to owe him big, but I don't have another choice.
This sexy short story contains instalove and a stepbrother with only one thing on his mind.
itting in a police station at one in the morning wasn't my idea of a good time. S The bench was hard and cold and the pale tile floor didn’t look any more
comforting. Above, a florescent lamp buzzed annoyingly filling the cell with a sobering clinical light. Dressed in my after work clothes of purple sweatpants and a white baby doll tee, I wished I was wearing something else, or at least a bra for crissakes. I didn’t dress like this normally, but after a night of drunks spilling their drinks, I always changed before heading home. My after work clothes were also my collapse into bed clothes. I didn’t think I’d run into anyone dressed like that. Why couldn’t I be lucky enough to wear something that would make the cops listen and take me seriously? At twenty-three, I didn't own anything serious like that though. And I didn’t have the money to start buying clothes like that either. It didn’t matter though. Even if I had serious clothing on I'd still have my makeup and hair done like a stripper. Cops didn't take strippers seriously. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t a dancer, I was guilty by association. A door opened down the hall and the soft shuffle of shoes on the tile floor grew louder until their owner was standing on the other side of the bars. Detective Lowenstein was dressed in brown slacks and a tan button shirt, making him look like a walking Mr. Potato Head. He wheezed while unlocking the door that separated us. "You're entitled to one phone call," he said gruffly. "Make it count." "But I didn't even do anything," I said, immediately hating the whine in my voice. "It's all a mistake." "If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, sweetheart. I'm telling ya, I'd be rich." He brought me over to his desk where earlier he took all my information down and took my fingerprints. He roughly spun the dirty, grey telephone towards me and slammed it down. As I looked at the phone, my mind went blank. Who could I call? My mother and stepfather were away for the weekend. It was bad enough they
already thought I was a fuck up. This situation wasn't going to change their mind about that. Chewing my bottom lip, I picked up the receiver with the tips of my fingers, not wanting to touch the smelly phone too much. There was only one person I knew who might help me out of this mess, my stepbrother. "Hello?" Connor said as he groggily answered the phone. "Umm hey there, bro, its April," I said, trying to sound cool while I nervously twisted my dark hair around my fingers. "April? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any idea what time it is? Where are your parents?" "Of course I know what time it is. I’m not stupid, you know. And they're away, remember? I just...I need help, okay?" "Help? At two in the morning? This better be good." Looking up, my eyes met Detective Potato Head's and I wondered how long they would keep me there if no one came for me. Maybe I could stick it out and no one would have any idea that resident fuck up April Taylor was in jail. As my finger came closer to the phone's base with plans to hang up on Connor, a drugged out prostitute was dragged into the building and tossed into the cell I was just in. That place was cramped enough when it was just me. "I'm in jail and I need you to bail me out," I blurted out. There was silence on the other end and I moved the receiver off my ear and looked at it for a moment wondering if he hung up. "Connor?" "Fuck April, what did you do now? I've never heard of a nineteen year old getting into so much trouble before." "I locked my keys in my car." "That’s bullshit. They can't arrest you for that." "Well they did. There's been complaints about break-ins at the club and when they found me trying to break into my car, they hauled me away. They wouldn't listen." Detective Potato Head snorted and rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his creaky chair. He didn't believe me, none of them believed me. All everyone ever thought of me was that I was just another fucked up stripper. "What can I do?" "They impounded my car and wouldn't even run the plates to see it's registered to me. I need you to go home and get my title and my spare set of keys." "I'll be there as soon as I can." I stepped out of my car as Connor headed up the walk to the house. I was parked in the driveway while Connor’s car was at the curb after following me home. The front porch light was on, but otherwise the neighborhood was dark. "Thanks for saving my ass," I said. The cops let me go after Connor showed up with title. When they balked, he pointed to my keys being locked in the car’s ignition. They didn't seem like they
wanted to let me go, but Connor made it clear they had no choice. It was hot watching my stepbrother get all alpha with the cops. And when he told me he was going to follow me home to make sure I got there safely, I practically swooned. "Let's go in the house," he said. As I followed Connor into the brick colonial house I grew up in, I couldn't help but check him out. It was a habit I got into back in high school when he was the captain of the lacrosse team and I was a theater geek. Back then he wasn't my brother so it was ok. I was just another lowly freshman who thought senior Connor Matthews was a hottie. When my mother married his father last year, I initially thought it was great because I’d get to see him more, but I had to put all my fantasies about him on hold. He made it obvious he couldn’t stand me anyway. Now Connor was just my step brother. My tall, muscular, sexy brother with brown short hair that stood up just right at the top and begged for me to run my fingers through. My brother with his ass fitting so perfectly in those jeans, I wanted to bite him to find out if he was as tasty as he looked. As we entered the house, we went to the family room where he turned on the lights and opened his dad's wooden liquor cabinet. He pulled out an open bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses. Holding a glass up to me, I shook my head, and pointed to a bottle of water. "You owe me," he said gruffly as he poured a couple of fingers of scotch into a glass. "I'm surprised you didn't call your mom." "No way, are you kidding me? That's all I need. They'd have to come home early from their trip. Or worse, they'd leave me there to learn my lesson," I said. "I know everyone thinks I'm a fuck up, but I'm really not. I only work at the club because they pay their bartenders so well. And the more I look like a stripper, the better tips I get. What else am I supposed to do to pay for school? I can't help it if I do stupid things like forget my keys in the car." "You're nothing but trouble," he said after taking a sip. He gave me a crooked smile as he sat in his dad's easy chair. I couldn't help but wonder if he was flirting with me. Could he be? No way. "Whatever. Just please don't tell them what happened. They'll kill me." "I know," he said, "that's why I said you owe me." Connor’s green eyes darkened as he sat back in the chair and eyed me up and down. If he was any other guy, I would think he wanted sex, but Connor never seemed anything but annoyed by me before. His eyes followed me as I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the bar. I felt a little self conscious and insecure with his staring at me so I folded my arms over my chest, trying to cover up. For the second time that night I wished I was wearing something else. The house was too quiet. I stood up and turned on the jukebox and chose his favorite CD by the Foo Fighters. His eyes didn't leave me and the realization that he twice said I owed him, slowly dawned on me.
What did he want? "So what do I owe you, big brother?" I asked. He laughed. "I'm not your brother. We've never even lived together. Hell, we were both adults by the time our parents got married." "Your point?" "Just that we're not really brother and sister." He rubbed his bearded chin with his hand as his eyes looked me over again. "And what you're thinking of as payment would be bad if we were?" I asked. Grinning at me, his foot tapping to the music he nodded his head at me slowly. "I've always wanted to see you dance," he said. "When my buddies heard you were a dancer they wanted to see you, but I wouldn't let them." "But Iâ€™m not a dancer." "Whenever someone hears you work at that club, that's all they think. It didn't matter though, there was no fucking way I'd let any of those guys get near you." "Why not?" "Because you're mine." "Yours?" I asked. "As in your sister?" "No," he said, grinning. "I already told you we're not really related. Mine as in you belong to me." My eyes widened with surprise. "I belong to you? But I thought you hated me." "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to visit my dad and see you strutting around looking all sexy?" "I don't strut. And I am not sexy." "You have no fucking idea how hot you are. Now shut up and listen to me," he said. "I've wanted to fuck you since you were standing across from me at City Hall in that ridiculous pink dress your mother made you wear. Why do you think I don't visit much? Just thinking about you gets me hard." "Really?" "It's not like our parents would understand. So yeah, maybe I've acted like a dick at times, but only because I was trying to ignore how much I want you." "And now?" "Well, you owe me," he said with a mischievous look. "So that's it?" I asked. Taking another sip of his scotch, he nodded. "How about you dance for me? I know it's not what you do, but pretend I'm a customer," he said. I stared at him for a moment wondering if he was bullshitting me or if he really did want me to dance for him. Was that it? Would dancing for him settle my debt? I had to admit that after hearing he wanted to fuck me, I was hoping for that. I dimmed the lights in the room and turned the music up louder as the next song started. Swaying my hips to the music, I shook my hair like I had seen the girls in the club do a million times.
He set his glass down on an end table and placed his hands on the arms of the chair. I made it my mission to make him move them. He could pretend we were in a club if he wanted, but I wanted his hands on me. With my hands on his knees, I pushed them apart and stood between his legs as my hands ran up his thighs and over the zippered bulge of his jeans. I waited to see if he would stop me. I felt like it was a dream come true. Never in a million years did I ever think Connor Matthews would think I was sexy. And I never thought I'd ever get to see his dick. With my eyes on his, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans where his large cock was waiting for me to release it from the confines of his pants. Remembering he was asleep when I called him from the police station, I couldn't help but imagine him sleeping naked and it turned me on even more. Turning around, I leaned back against his chest as I rubbed my ass over his erection. His hands clutched onto the arms of the chair and I knew I had to do more. As I stood, I lowered my sweatpants slowly, revealing my pink thong. I heard him let out a long breath as I kicked my pants off. I was so wet I was sure he saw the wet spot on my panties as I bent over. But he still didn't touch me. There was something about knowing how much I was turning him on that made me brave. I had never done anything like this before. The few guys I had dated thought I was a prude. But being there with Connor, made me feel wild. I couldn't believe how much not getting touched could turn me on. Turning to face him again, I pulled my shirt up slowly knowing I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. My erect nipples were already pushing hard against the fabric of my shirt. Lifting my shirt over my breasts I let my breasts bounce as I released them from the tight shirt. Sliding my fingers over my breasts, I tugged at my nipples as I bit my lip. I hoped he would take the hint and jump me, but still no luck. His hands didn't budge. "Aren't you going to touch me?" I said as I pouted. "I'm not supposed to. No touching the dancers," he said with a laugh. "Well the dancers aren't supposed to be naked either," I said, feeling brave enough to remove my thong. I couldn't help myself, I liked a challenge. And hearing how he felt about me and seeing my effect on him, made me do things I wouldn't dream of doing. I kneeled in front of him and slowly slid my body over his hard cock, feeling it throb between my breasts before moving my body up further. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "But you still won't touch me," I said, noticing his hands still hadn't moved. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and touched his muscular chest like I always dreamed about. I grinned at him as I slowly moved my hand over his fleshy knob. "You don't know what you're asking for," he said. "Remember, you owe me. What I say goes." "Then what do you want me to do?" I asked, uncertain.
He tapped the arm of the chair. "Put your leg up here and show me that pretty pussy of yours." As I lifted one of my legs over the arm of the chair, his hand slid up my thigh. "You're as soft as I imagined," he said. His hands gripped my hips tightly, then traced my curves, careful to not touch me where I really wanted him to. My body ached for him as I waited for him to tell me what he wanted me to do next. "Show me how wet you are," he said. "What do you mean?" I asked, feeling stupid. "I know you've thought about me before. Show me how you play with yourself when you're thinking about me." I hesitated for a moment, but his eyes were demanding. I wanted him so badly, I was willing to do whatever he said. I slipped my fingers down to my hot pussy, easily dipping a finger inside my wetness. I gasped as I moved it slowly in and out of me, my nipples knotting tightly, from his watching me, before waving my fingers to show him how wet I was. "See how wet you made me? And that's without touching me. You're torturing me, you know," I said, breathless. "I'll be the judge of that," he said. With his hand on my hip, he lowered my body to just over his cock, positioning himself at my entrance. I moaned quietly as he moistened his tip, teasing my pussy, then used his knob to rub my clit. It felt so good my hips moved on their own, my body already on the edge of climax. He moved my hand to grasp his dick and as I held it, my hips still moving, I closed my eyes. As I moaned softly, Connor's strong hands squeezed my breasts. As his hands moved over my boobs, my pussy became wetter. I kept stroking his head against my clit as his thumbs brushed over my hard nipples and then pinched them hard. Gasping, my body throbbed more. Leaning forward he flicked his tongue over one of my aching nipples then turned to the other. As his mouth closed over it, I sighed feeling relief and slid his tip inside me then quickly out. He shook his head and mouthed the word trouble at me before biting my other nipple, making me jump. "Turn around," he said. I didn't want to stop rubbing my clit, the orgasm building inside me was intense and every part of my body tingled. But his voice had such power and command to it, that I couldn't help but obey. I took my leg off the chair and turned around. Immediately I felt a sharp slap on my ass and it heightened the throbbing inside me even more. He squeezed my ass then I felt his thick fingers slide between my cheeks, and circle my wet entrance. "Oh, Connor," I said gasping. "I've wanted your sweet pussy for so long. Tell me, is this mine?" "Yes," I moaned.
One of his fingers entered me and I spread my legs wanting to feel him deeper. He pulled it out and wiggled his hot wet finger over my swollen clit. "Oh yes," I said. "Lean back against me," he commanded. I leaned against him with my back to his chest and he lifted my legs and spread them so they were over his. My body was open and exposed to him, pulsating and wet because of him. I moved my fingers over my thigh and to my aching pussy, needing release. "No. Not until I say. I'm the big brother here remember? I'm in charge." I nodded, liking this demanding Connor and how kinky he was calling himself my brother. I straightened out my legs and leaned forward just enough to make my ass gently brush his chest. Unexpectedly, he smacked my butt hard. "Hey! That hurt," I said. "I didn't tell you to do that, did I?" I shook my head. "Go to your room," he said. I stared at him blankly. "Are you serious?" I asked. "You don't know what you're getting into," he said. He stood up and zipped up his jeans and picked up his drink like nothing had happened. I felt so embarrassed I just wanted to get away from him. I ran up the stairs to my room my face flush with anger and confusion. How dare he do that to me. As I opened a drawer to grab a t-shirt, Connor appeared in my doorway. "What do you want?" I asked angrily. He stepped into the room and quickly crossed over to me. Cupping my face with his hands, our eyes met before his mouth closed over mine. As his kiss deepened, I pulled him closer to me, feeling his strong body against mine. Connor lifted me up and carried me to the bed. As we kissed, he unbuttoned his jeans and I helped push them off. He pulled me close as he laid on the bed and lifted my leg to his hip. "Are you on the pill?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered. Tilting his hips, he thrusted his cock inside me. My body answered each pump of his hips. My body tingled with excitement and I clutched at his strong shoulders as he lifted my legs up further and moved deeper inside me. As my body began to quiver, he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. With his hands gripping my ass, he drove his cock into me, until he slowed and moved hips so my clit rubbed against his shaft before he slipped into me again. I closed my eyes as I moaned, then felt his fingers rubbing against my swollen clit. My breathing came unsteadily and the room began to spin. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum," I gasped.
As my orgasm consumed me, he groaned and thrusted hard into me. His cock released into me as my pussy throbbed around him. He held me close, stroking my hair, and kissed my forehead before he got up. When he came back he handed me a warm washcloth. "Take care of that pussy," he said with a smile. "Remember it's mine." Hours later I woke and found myself alone. I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sexy panties and went downstairs hoping that Connor was still there. The sun was rising as I made my way back to the family room where Connor and I were earlier. Through the glass doors in the backyard, I saw Connor. He was seated on a cushioned chair looking at the surrounding trees. As I slid the glass door open, he turned towards me and smiled as his eyes slowly traveled down my body, then back up again. "We need to talk," he said. "Sure, what about?" "You owe me, remember?" he said with a grin. "But I thought last night..." "No, that was just fun. That's not what I want, but I hope to do that again." He smiled and I walked on the flagstone patio over to him. The sun was beginning to peek through the thick trees surrounding the property, casting a soft orange glow against the windows of the house. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately," he said. "I've been doing a lot of thinking too," I said as I stood in front of him. "Did you really mean those things you said last night?" "You have no idea how many times I've thought about how sexy you'd look naked," he said, his voice husky as he moved to the edge of his seat. "My imagination didn't do you justice though." He pulled me towards him, his hands hot through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. After kissing my chin softly, his lips moved to my neck where he sucked and kissed as my core started throbbing. Standing to the side of his long outstretched legs, I couldn't help but think about how badly I wanted to see what was hidden in his pants again. I reached for the front of his jeans, my fingers sliding over the material feeling his hardened member underneath. I made quick work of opening his pants. Feeling like a kid at Christmas, I bit my lip as I unwrapped his large member from the confines of his jeans. Connor's fingers wrapped around the edge of my shirt. "No, not yet," I said as my fingers moved over his stiff manhood. Connor leaned back into the chair as I wrapped my hand around him and slowly stroked up and over his meaty head, a little wet with pre-cum. Needing to taste him I lowered my mouth and ran my tongue along his shaft, repeating the journey my hand had been on.
As I reached the tip, I flicked my tongue over the opening, tasting a salty sweet drop before sliding him into my mouth. Connor groaned and dug his fingers into my fleshy hips. Finding the bows that tied my panties on, he pulled at them both and let my panties drop to the ground. Bent over with my legs spread and no panties on, I felt more naked than I did last night. I slowly lowered my mouth further down him, his cock filling my mouth as I felt his hand follow the curve of my ass down as his thick fingers neared my slick folds. I slid him out of my mouth again and looked up at Connor as I teased his head with my tongue. His fingertips slid over my wetness then between my lower lips. I had a hard time focusing on what I was doing when two of his fingers grazed my clit, causing me to jump slightly. I couldn't help it. My nerves were raw and sensitive after all his teasing last night. Now my body tingled and throbbed even more with heightened sensitivity. He lifted my chin and pulled me closer to straddled him, placing my knees on the chair on either side of his hips. "Are you sore?" he asked. I nodded. "A little." "Then just this time I'll let you be in charge." Giving me his crooked, mischievous smile, he slipped his hands under my tshirt and caressed my hips as I positioned myself over his rod. As I pressed his tip to my entrance, I had to control myself. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly again. Gasping as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick cock, my core began throbbing intensely, pulsing up my spine. Connor placed his hands firmly on my hips. We moved slowly at first. Enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. I leaned down to kiss him and our tongues hungrily explored each other's mouths as his hands took over the pace of my hips. Thrusting faster, his fingers digging pleasurably into my skin, I ripped open his shirt. As I pushed his shirt down past his strong shoulders, I kissed the muscle that flexed as his hands pulled my body onto him. Shifting my body a little, his cock began stroking my g-spot, sending shivers up my spine. As I let out a soft moan, Connor slowed down letting the throbbing sensation in my pussy build. He lifted my shirt off me and tossed it onto the ground. The he kissed along my shoulders and down to my breasts. His warm tongue passed over my nipples, drawing circles, before he blew cool air onto them. The combination of him and the chilly morning air made them even harder. I sighed with pleasure as he relieved them by sucking slowly. My body trembled as the pressure in me reached its climax. Gasping for breath, I clutched tightly onto Connor as my hips thrust onto him a couple more times before I let go and felt goose bumps run up my back and into my hair. Feeling my body tremble and tighten around him, Connor let out a growl before
erupting inside me. With my body spent, he slid my hips back and forth as he came. I felt so sensitive there, but it felt so good I didn't want him to stop. Biting his shoulder, I waited for the tingling sensation to slow before I collapsed against him, both of us out of breath. Connor stroked my back softly as I laid on top of him with the sun rising in the distance. "You're a gorgeous woman, April. I know you think everyone thinks you're a fuck up, but I never thought that. I always knew you were more complex than people gave you credit for. I just couldn't say anything before because you're my step sister. I didn't know what you'd think, but whenever I saw you I thought about the things I wanted to do to you." Blood rushed to my cheeks, making them burn as I imagined the other things he could do to me. Being with Connor was different than any other man I had been with. The way he looked at me I thought he was going to devour me. I needed him to ravage me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me. As our lips met once again, Connor stood up holding onto me with my legs now wrapped around him. I felt his cock underneath me begin to harden and I giggled. He carried me up to my bedroom and we laid down on the bed. His lips moved to my neck and I shivered waiting for where he would go next. My body was exhausted but I didn't want him to stop. As I laid on the bed, he spread my legs as his lips traveled up my inner thigh. His fingers touched my womanhood before the warmth of his tongue swirled over my clit. I clutched the pillow over my head as I cried out with pleasure. My hips moved in time with his mouth, but my mind was still thinking about what Connor said before about my owing him still. What did I owe him? What did he want? As his fingers thrusted inside me, he closed his lips over my nub. My orgasm shot through me and left my body vibrating under his lips. I knew whatever he wanted, whatever I owed him, I was willing to do as long as we could keep having sex. Laying in his arms, I looked up at our eyes met again. His hands gently caressed me, keeping my mind on sex, but I had to know. "Connor? I need to know. What do I owe you?" "I'm not sure you're ready for it," he said. "You keep saying I owe you and I do. You really helped me out last night. Tell me what it is." "Like I was saying earlier, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I want a baby." "A baby? I guess that's nice, but what does that have to do with anything?" "I want one now. You'll need to come off the pill." "Wait, what?" "Listen, I look at people and I can't imagine anything better than seeing the world through the eyes of my own child. I'm ready for this. I have a great career and
I don't want to be too old when I have a child. I've told you how my friends talked about you. You wouldn't believe the number of times I've almost gotten into fights because of you. Last night shows you how much we belong together." "But a baby? Don't you think that's rushing it?" "They're two different things, April," he said. "I want a baby. And I want you. I love you. I always have." I stared at him, dumbstruck. Somehow everything made sense to me. I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't speak. "You don't have to answer me now. I know this is a big deal," he said. "Just think about it." The phone ringing in the kitchen woke me from a deep sleep. I must have fallen asleep and I looked around wondering where Connor was. Pulling on last night's sweatpants, I ran to answer the phone and discovered Connor had already picked it up. "Hi Dad," he said into the phone. "No, I was just checking up on April. She hasn't been any trouble at all. Don't worry about anything here, just enjoy your trip. I'll be a good big brother and make sure April behaves herself. Maybe I'll even stay the night." He said with a crooked smile as he looked at me. I shook my head smiling as I thought about what happened between us. If Connor really was going to spend the night I'd never get any sleep, but I couldn't care less. It was worth it. As he hung up the phone, he kissed my forehead. "What do you want to do today?" he asked. "It's Saturday, so you have me for the whole weekend." "I was thinking about what you asked me about earlier. I know you said I owe you, but you really don't mean that, right?" He laughed. "No, I'm not that much of a psycho. I'm not going to force you into having a baby. But honestly, I can't imagine a better way of telling the world you're mine than having you pregnant." I walked out of the kitchen and came back with my birth control pills. With Connor watching, I opened the garbage bin and tossed the pills in. "Let's make a baby," I said.
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