Chapter 15
Alonzo
I stand by my office window, looking down at the students walking on the university quad. My office is on the third floor of the arts center, giving me a full view of the quad. I often come to my window to see if anything interesting is happening outside. One time, I spotted a standoff between a preacher and a group of students. I couldn’t hear what they were shouting, but their exchange looked intense.
Thursdays will be slow this semester. I only teach one class in the morning and dedicate the rest of the day to office hours. I have to sit at my desk and pretend I’m being useful because, in reality, when I’m not messing around with the student body , nobody ever stops by.
I return to my desk and page through the stack of drawings from the first day of my figure drawing class. Alex’s drawing is at the top. I chuckle every time I look at the drawing. It’s so bad it’s kind of cute.
I want to have her so fucking badly, more than I’ve wanted to have any of my other conquests. But is that all she is? Another conquest? Something about her feels different from the rest. She still looks at me differently, like she’s trying to see the real me. It gives me chills to think that somebody can see past the professor facade.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Professor Alvarez?” a voice asks.
“The door’s open.”
A short guy wearing a gray cardigan pokes his head into my office. “Professor Alvarez, a student is here to see you.”
“Alex?” I ask.
I’ve been expecting her all day, but I wasn’t sure she would show up after last night. She seemed a little rattled before we left the restaurant, no doubt thrown off by the sudden change in mood after I almost shot that guy. But that couldn’t be helped…
“Yes, professor. It’s Alex,” he says.
“Please send her in, Josh,” I say.
He nods and leaves. Josh is a graduate student in the art department. He works part-time as the shared secretary to art professors, some of whom have office hours at the same time as me in adjacent rooms.
A moment later, Alex steps into my office. She’s wearing shorts that hug her legs tightly, and although I can’t see her backside, I bet it’s showing off her tight ass.
“Should I close the door?” she asks.
I wave her in, and she closes it. Timidly, she stands by the door, looking into my eyes. When she can’t hold eye contact any longer, she looks down at my desk.
“Shit,” she says. “You were looking at the drawings.”
“I was,” I smile.
“I haven’t drawn since I was a kid,” she says, averting her eyes.
“You just need a little practice,” I say, stepping around the desk and stopping before her.
She flirted with me on the first day of class and was her normal self last night at the restaurant. But now she seems shy. Did something change? Is she getting cold feet now that we’re finally alone?
“I guess I do need the practice,” she says.
I grab a blank sheet of paper and pencil from my desk and hand them to her. She responds with a black stare.
“We’re going to practice,” I say.
“Oh,” she says, sounding slightly disappointed that she has to draw.
“Sit at my desk,” I say. “I’ll lean against this chair like how I was in class. And just draw what you see.”
As she sits behind my desk, I take off my jacket and place it on the coat hanger in the corner of my office. Then I take off my button-up shirt and throw it over the hanger.
Alex studies me while I do this, licking her bottom lip. I recognize that expression. She wants me as much as I want her.
Seeing her like this makes my cock feel a certain way.
I lean on the chair and wait for her to start drawing. Instead, she stares at the blank page for what feels like forever. Eventually, she looks up at me and says she doesn’t know where to begin.
“Come here,” I command.
She swallows hard and approaches me slowly.
“Touch me,” I say.
She freezes. “What?”
“Touch me. Here, feel my arms.”
I guide her hand over my right arm. “Feel the shape of my arm. Now this,” I say, guiding her hand along my chest, outlining my muscular pecs. Her warm hand tickles my chest, sending a throbbing feeling to my cock. “If you can feel the shapes, you will see them better. And when you see them, you will be able to draw them.”
There is nothing more I want in this very moment than for her hand to wrap around my cock and stroke it until I come all over her beautiful body.
She lifts her eyes to mine. Her pupils are so wide that her green eyes look almost black. Her fingers tremble in my hand. It’s not fear she feels, it’s desire. She can feel the intense electricity in my body traveling down my hand and into her hand and body.
Before I can stop myself, I wrap my free hand around her waist and pull her close. Because of our height difference and the fact that I’m sitting on the chair, her wet lips are now inches away from my face.
She licks her bottom lip again, her eyes now looking at my lips. I know what she’s thinking, what she wants, what she’s craving. I know because I’m craving it, too.
I pull her in closer. With my free hand, I grab the back of her head and bring her down to mine. A soft moan escapes her lips when our mouths connect, causing my cock to harden against my pants.
With one swift motion and with our lips still locked together, I lift her off her feet and sit her on my lap, over my hard cock. She sits in the same position as the time she danced for me at The Den and fell on my lap.
Fuck .
When I first felt her soft legs on my body that night, I had to contain myself from fucking her right then and there. That would have been insane. The only thing that stopped me was that I didn’t know if Jacob had hidden cameras in that room. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was a peeping Tom.
As soon as I got home that night, I fucked my hand twice, coming both times to Alex.
And now here she is again, with my hands around her body and our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and lips. God, she tastes so fucking sweet. I wonder if she tastes just as sweet in other places.
Without looking down, she adjusts herself on my lap. She moves her lower body in small, circular motions, causing glorious friction against my cock.
Is she doing this on purpose? Does she feel my erection under her ass ?
The friction feels so fucking good that my cock wants to explode.
I put both arms around her and lift us both from the chair. Her lips withdraw from mine, and her eyes widen with surprise.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“You.”
She turns to the door, then to me. “We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she whispers. “What if they hear us?”
“I don’t care,” I say. “Let them.”
I swipe stuff off my desk, sending paper and binders to the floor in loud thumps . Alex turns to the door as I gently place her on the desk. She leans back and props herself up with her palms against the desk.
“Alonzo, we really shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers.
Before she can protest, I lean in to kiss her. Instead of rejecting it, she sucks on my lips, biting them softly.
“Seriously,” she whimpers between heavy breaths. “We shouldn’t be doing this. What if we get caught?”
“Tell me to stop one more time, and I’ll stop,” I dare her. Truth be told, I don’t know if I can stop at this point.
She stares at me in silence. Her pupils still wide with desire.
A beat passes before she says. “I don’t want to stop.”
She sits up, grabs me by the sides of my head, and pulls me in for a deeper kiss.