Temptation - Chapter 33
Monday
We pulled into the parking garage of the fancy new apartments that had been built on the edge of Main Street. "You live here?" I remembered seeing flyers advertising them. I think you could buy one of them for close to a million dollars. Professor Hunter was definitely loaded.
"Yes." He turned onto the third story of the parking garage. He pulled into a space next to his black Audi coupe and a line of several other cars.
"Your neighbors have really nice cars too." Of course they did. Anyone who could afford to live here was insanely wealthy.
He stepped out of the convertible. "Those are mine."
"Seriously?" I got out of the car and looked around. "All of them? One of them looks like the Batmobile!"
"Yeah. Turns out it's never very convenient to drive though. And it doesn't give me any superpowers." He put his hands in his pockets as he watched me take my hoodie out of my bag, zip it up, and lift the hood over my head.
"Okay, I'm ready," I said.
"What, do you think I'm sneaking you in? I don't believe that anyone from the university lives here."
"Well I don't want to get caught. Someone in the lobby might see us."
He laughed. "Okay." He put his hand on the small of my back and led me over to an elevator.
I noticed that there were two other elevators in the parking garage.
One was in the middle and one was on the opposite side from us.
Weird. I was just about to ask why there weren't any buttons by the elevator when he opened his wallet and swiped a card where the buttons usually would be.
The doors opened immediately and we stepped in.
He touched the button for the top floor and the elevator doors closed.
"Penthouse, huh?"
"I guess you could say that."
I looked around the elevator. There was a door on the opposite side of the elevator as well.
So maybe each floor had two apartments? I thought about the other two elevators.
No, each floor probably had six apartments.
I had seen elevators going directly to rooms before in the movies, but never in real life.
But when the elevator stopped, the doors didn't open.
Professor Hunter took out a different card and swiped it next to the buttons.
The doors parted, he grabbed my hand, and we stepped into his apartment.
"Wow." I walked down the few steps from the elevator and looked around.
I was standing in his living room, which was surrounded by windows that overlooked the small college town.
Professor Hunter walked over to the fireplace, touched a button, and a flame burst to life.
There was no T.V., no magazines on the coffee table, and the modern couch looked like no one had ever sat on it.
The kitchen to the right had granite countertops and shiny new appliances.
And there was a dining area with a vase of fresh flowers in the center of the table.
I had completely forgotten to thank him for my flowers. "Oh, Professor Hunter. Thanks for the friendship roses."
He laughed. "You're welcome."
"But really, thank you. How did you know I was going to agree to skip class anyway?"
"I just hoped you would. And I know that I can be pretty persuasive."
"Yes, you can."
It was hard to pull my eyes away from his, but I was still curious about the apartment.
I looked around again. I wasn't sure what I had expected.
I just thought by being in his place I'd get a sense of who he was.
The apartment was immaculate, but there were barely any decorations.
It felt cold. It didn't look like anyone lived here at all.
It looked more like a sample apartment that people could come look at when they were deciding if they wanted to buy one.
"Okay, so this is the living room." He walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and steered me to the windows all along the back of the apartment. I looked left toward Main Street. The lights from the small shops made it look beautiful. He wrapped his arms around me.
"It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful," he whispered into my ear.
I laughed. "I'm a mess." I was sweaty from the beach and my skin was tight from the salt water. I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Well, I was thinking maybe a quick shower could be the rain portion of the date you requested."
"Actually, that sounds perfect. Are you sure that's okay?" I turned around to face him.
He was smiling down at me. "Come with me.
" He grabbed my hand and led me to one of the closed off rooms next to the kitchen.
He turned on the lights and I felt my body tremble slightly.
It was his bedroom. I couldn't help but imagine all the things that he might do to me in here.
Professor Hunter's bed was in the center.
His sheets were pristine white and the bed was made perfectly.
I never made my bed. Ever. Not even when my mother bugged me about it.
He turned on another light and stepped into his walk-in closet. There was a whole row of white collared shirts and suit jackets. And below it, all his pants were folded on hangers, even his jeans. Who hangs up jeans? I thought about the clothes all over the floor in my dorm room. He'd be horrified.
He had more shoes than even Melissa, and they lined the bottom of the closet. And the whole closet smelled like his cologne. It was like I had died and gone to heaven.
"You really don't need your sweaters back." I stepped beside him and looked at the dozens that were folded on shelves next to his dress shirts.
He laughed. "I'm afraid I don't really have anything for you to change into." He opened up a few drawers.
"Could I just borrow one of those shirts?"
He handed me one of the v-neck t-shirts from the drawer he had just opened, switched off the light, and led me to his bathroom.
There was an elegant bath to the left with a few steps up to it.
And attached was a shower with three glass walls.
The vanity was to the right and the only things that were on it were his toothbrush and some toothpaste.
How could anyone be this neat and organized?
Professor Hunter switched on the shower as I was looking around.
Then he came up to me and slowly unzipped my hoodie.
His hands touched my shoulders and slowly slid down my arms, pushing my hoodie until it fell to the ground.
I had never felt so sexy in a hoodie before.
He pulled my tank top up my sides and over my ribcage.
I lifted my hands in the air and he pulled it off over my head.
He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and then slowly slid them off my hips.
Since I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, I was left completely naked in the center of his bathroom.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
I shook my head no.
Professor Hunter pulled his polo off over his head.
After spending the day at the beach he was even tanner.
He shed his shorts and boxers. He was already starting to get another erection and I felt a shiver of electricity go through me.
I wanted him again. I wanted him here, in his apartment, in his shower.
I wanted to be his. He stepped into the shower and I followed him.
His hands were on me as soon as I was under the water.
The water fell on our heads as we kissed under its constant stream.
He reached over and grabbed a bottle from the ledge.
I had never heard the brand name before, but when he poured some of the liquid into his hands I realized that it was part of what made him smell so good.
"Face the wall," he said. I did what I was told.
He pushed me lightly so that my breasts were taut against the tile.
He slowly rubbed his hands up the back of my legs, massaging my thighs.
He cupped my ass in his hands. His fingers wandered over my ass and between my legs.
My heartbeat quickened. I knew that I was wet.
His fingers could easily slide inside of me.
I moved my hips back slightly. But instead of answering my needs, he swept his hands away from my wetness and across my back.
He massaged my shoulders. He ran his soapy hands up my arms and across my clavicle.
He pulled me away from the wall slightly and his hands fell to my breasts.
He massaged them gently. I could feel his erection pressed against the small of my back.
I knew he could feel my heart beating fast. He had to be aware of what I wanted, but he wasn't giving it to me.
"Professor Hunter," I groaned. "Please."
He pulled me underneath the water. Chills went over my body as the soap washed away.
"Is something wrong, Penny?"
"No." It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
He pushed my back against the tile. "Is there something that you wanted?" His voice was so seductive.
I gulped. "Yes." His torso glistened from the water flowing down it. And the steam from the shower surrounded him. God he was sexy. He looked almost ethereal.
He leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth and bit it lightly. He pinched my other nipple between two of his fingers. I writhed under his touch.
"And what is it that you want?" He left a trail of kisses down my stomach and stopped right where I wanted it the most. I could feel his warm breath.
"You."
"Do you mean like this?" He stroked my pussy with his tongue.
"Professor Hunter," I moaned.
He put his knees on the tile floor and lifted my thighs over his shoulders. While I was admiring his strength, he slid two fingers inside of me.
I gasped.
"Or maybe you'd prefer that I fuck you with my fingers?" His dirty words made me want him even more.
"Yes!"
He moved his lips to my clit and sucked on it hard. I was pinned against the shower wall, completely immobile. He pumped his hand faster, moving his fingers in and out of me. His tongue continued to stroke my clit, driving me crazy.
"Yes!" I screamed again.
He pushed my thighs even farther apart. The position allowed his fingers to go even deeper. He was licking and swirling his tongue over my clit. I could feel my body begin to shudder in his arms. He placed his lips around my clit again and sucked hard.
"Professor Hunter!"
He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me as I orgasmed.
When I was completely spent, he lowered my feet back to the floor.
He grabbed the bottle from the ledge and quickly washed himself in front of me.
I just stood there, weakly, staring at him.
I felt like I could just let my body slide down the sleek tile wall and fall asleep in the steam. But I wanted him.
He turned around to leave.
"Don't go." I reached out and let my hands slide down his wet abs. I grabbed his erection and moved my hand up and down his shaft.
He didn't say a word but I knew exactly what he wanted. I got down on my knees and stared into his eyes as I let my tongue stroke up and down his length. The muscles in his stomach tensed. I brought my lips to his tip and kissed it. I opened my mouth and licked my lips.
His Adam's apple rose and fell as he watched me. I took his thick, muscular cock in my mouth and slowly slid up and down. I tightened my lips as I heard him groan. I wanted to take him deeper. I took a deep breath and let his tip enter the back of my throat.
"Fuck."
He liked that. I tightened my lips again and went up and down his shaft as fast as I could.
Then I forced him deeper into my throat.
His cock twitched slightly and he pulled out of my mouth.
Oh my God, is he going to cum on me? He pumped his fist up and down his length and a hot stream landed on my breasts.
It was so sexy watching him lose control.
His abs tensed. He looked so sexy standing there above me.
Professor Hunter aimed another shot a little higher and it hit my chin.
Shit, don't hit my eyes! I tilted my head back slightly and squeezed my breasts.
His cock pulsed once more and the hot liquid landed once again on my chest. That was so hot.
Making him come made me want him all over again.
His cum dripped down my chest and stomach and onto my thighs.
"You look so sexy, Penny." He rinsed off under the water as he looked down at me. "I know you don't like when I leave you naked and alone, but I'm going to go make dinner while you finish up if that's alright."
"Okay." I stared at his firm ass as he exited the shower. So sexy.
I slowly got to my feet. I put soap on my breasts and washed away the sticky semen, and then grabbed his bottle of shampoo and washed my hair.
I took a deep breath as I rinsed off. This was the best day of my life.
I didn't want it to end. I closed my eyes and let the water hit my face.
I wished it was more of his hot cum rather than hot water.
There was a towel folded on the ground for me when I stepped out.
It was the softest, fluffiest towel that had ever touched my skin.
Professor Hunter lived like he was in a luxurious five star hotel.
After drying off I pulled his shirt over my head.
Originally I had planned to wear my jean shorts with his t-shirt, but his shirt was too long.
I looked in the mirror. It just covered my butt.
I turned to the side. I think he'll like this.
I went over to the vanity and opened one of the drawers.
I didn't want to snoop but I badly needed a comb.
After the swim in the ocean and the breeze from the convertible it was a mess of knots.
There was barely anything in the drawer, and everything seemed perfectly in place.
I found his comb in the back of it and tried to get the knots out of my hair.
I smoothed my hair into a ponytail and found some moisturizer to put through it so it wouldn't get frizzy.
Self-consciously, I looked in the mirror at my reflection.
I had never not worn makeup around him. Actually, I had never not worn makeup around any boy.
I pinched my cheeks to give them a rosy hue. That was the best I could do.
Trying not to think of it, I pushed my dirty clothes and towel into a corner and headed out of the bathroom.