Chapter 5
Asher
She looks heavenly on her knees. An image of perfection, a temptation of the highest sin. Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at me, the illusion of innocence pulling a groan from me. A blush works over her neck and cheeks from the noise.
“I half expected you would leave.”
I’d told her to wait in my classroom by my desk, on her knees, and then I went to lunch, watching the clock as an hour went by before heading back to her.
No one would disturb her since most of the professors prefer the newer halls with the electronic whiteboards. Most days I’m the only one in that entire hallway.
Ava bites her lip. “I almost did, but…”
“But what?”
“But I wanted to see you,” she admits quietly. Her chin drops into her chest, her eyes falling with it. My cock hardens at her confession.
I really believed she wouldn’t be here when I opened the door, and the air in my lungs stalled when I saw her hunched form.
I tap her thigh with my foot. “Open your legs. Let me see your panties.”
Her fingers curl around the edge of her skirt, hesitating. “I’m not wearing any.”
“You’re not wearing any panties?”
She shakes her head.
My cock weeps at the thought of her bare pussy so easily within reach, I could bend her over and push inside.
But the irritation of her being around others like this wins out over how much I want to feel her hot cunt wrapped around my cock. I cross my arms, staring down at her.
“And why is that, Ava? Did you hope that I’d see it…see how much of a whore you’ve become and just take you as soon as you flip your skirt?”
Her hands tremble and her breathing picks up. When her legs shift in place, my mouth waters at the thought of how aroused she’s getting. She doesn’t answer me and I let it go.
“Show me then. Show me your wet, slutty cunt.”
She blows out a breath and raises her skirt, spreading her legs as I squat before her.
The smell of her pussy has me inhaling sharply and my eyes flutter from the musk. I’ve craved another taste of her, and I’d happily drown in her juices again.
“Touch yourself. I want to hear how badly you need me.”
Ava shifts onto her heels, trailing her hands between her legs and down her wet slit. I relish the squelch of her fingers exploring her slick center.
“Inside, Pet. Put a finger inside.”
Her mouth drops open as she pushes a finger in and her eyes rise to mine. Her hips rock forward as she humps her hand.
“Do you wish it was my cock?”
She nods, picking up her pace. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and the flush on her cheeks tells me she’s nearing her release. I grab her chin, pushing my thumb on to her lip and forcing her to release her hold on it.
“I don’t think you can handle my cock yet. Your pretty pussy is getting off on a single, dainty finger,” I tell her. “My cock would rip you in two. I would wreck you, no matter how badly you want it, my little pet.”
“I don’t care,” she whispers huskily.
“You don’t care? You want it that badly?”
Her face turns a deeper shade of red; I’m unsure if it’s from embarrassment or pleasure. Her throat bobs as she swallows and she tries to nod, but I hold her in place.
I stifle a laugh, letting go of her. “My own personal sex doll, desperate to be used.”
Ava shudders, letting out a small cry as she comes. Her knees bow in, and she sits a little straighter as I watch the orgasm roll through her.
“So beautiful,” I breathe out, entranced by the small jerks and twitches as her breathing calms. “Let me see your hand.”
Ava raises it between us, the shine of her wetness glistening on her middle finger.
I lean forward, sucking it into my mouth as she watches with wide eyes. I moan at the tangy taste, pulling it deeper between my lips and licking up every drop with my tongue.
A knock echoes in the room, and I barely glance up before Ava scrambles under my desk, hidden from view. I kick her discarded bag towards her, roll my chair in front, and sit just as the door swings open. Hopefully it’s enough to prevent any suspicion that someone is under my desk.
My colleague Martin walks in with a big smile, holding up a pile of papers. “You hear the news?”
“Hmm?” I ask, stiffening when I feel the brush of her hands on my thighs.
He sits at the student desk across from me, but I tune him out as her fingers quietly undo my button and zipper.
I should stop her, I know I should, but she’s willingly touching me without prompting, and I’m stunned. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure at her zealous want as she pulls out my cock, and her small hand tries to wrap around it.
My stomach flexes with the first swipe of her little tongue across my tip. I swallow down the groan that almost slips out, staring at Martin with a blank expression.
After a few seconds, Ava gets more confident and slides my cock into her hot, wet mouth. My nails dig into the arm of my chair as her lips drag up and down half my shaft. Fire curls up my spine as my balls draw up, so I focus on pushing that feeling away.
She won’t have my cum till I say she does. No matter how good she feels.
The little minx nearly produces a sound from me when her slender fingers slide further into my pants, fondling my balls as I push deeper into her throat. I squeeze my eyes shut briefly when I feel her swallow around me, her lips suctioning to my shaft, a couple inches from the base.
I sit there, ignoring my colleague in front of me as I’m lost in the feeling of Ava sucking my cock. Every swipe of her tongue, every stroke and caress of her fingers and when she pops up, I cough to cover the sound, knowing I need to end this before we get caught.
I widen my legs and she moves further between them. Martin is still yapping away as I reach down, shaping the back of her head with my hand and I shove her as far as I can. My cock hits the back of her throat and she makes a loud gurgling noise before I release her. I feel the weight of her collapsing at my feet.
Martin pauses, staring at me curiously. I smile, patting my stomach. “Sorry, my breakfast must not agree with me.”
His eyebrows raise, pale disgust looming across his face, and he stands. “Well, I hope you feel better. I’ll email the details.”
I nod, watching him leave without another word before I push back from the desk and the chair slowly rolls away. She crawls out, her wide eyes still on my hard saliva-covered cock resting against my thigh.
“That was very naughty, Pet.”
Ava looks up at me, stilling on her palms and knees. “What?”
I click my tongue. “Did I ever say that you could touch me? That you’ve earned my cock in your mouth?”
Stroking my cock, I stare at her as she trembles in place. Her heartbeat picks up as I watch her race in her neck. Her chin quivers as she’s frozen halfway out from under the desk. I raise an eyebrow.
“Answer the question, Ava.”
She swallows, her tongue sweeping across her lips in one slow stroke. “No.”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. Get on the desk. Lay on your back.”
Her eyes fall to the ground, and she stands before glancing behind her. She rests her ass on the edge of the wood and lies flat. The hard tips of her nipples poke out from her shirt and I stand, looming over her.
Our gazes lock as I undo her blouse and expose her bralette, her dark nipples visible through the thin lace. Palming one of her breasts, I knead the flesh that fits my hand perfectly before circling the raised bud with my thumb.
Ava’s legs try to bow inward, but I step closer to the desk and they bump into my sides. I grip my cock, pulling it up and resting it on top of her wet, bare pussy. It takes almost all my control not to point it down and push inside her, to rub her juices all over me.
She inhales sharply as I pinch her nipple.
“You like your breasts being touched?”
She nods once, biting down on her lip as I grab her other breast and my cock slides forward a bit. I squeeze them in a harsh grip as she cries out, her hips arching and forcing my hardness to slide along her folds.
I lean forward, pulling a taut nipple into my mouth before grazing it with my teeth.
“Oh god.” Ava writhes under me. She’s so incredibly responsive, it’s almost a shame I don’t get to play with her long enough. Sucking on the bud one more time, I lean back and grip my shaft, focusing on her dripping cunt.
“You’re making a mess of my desk.”
“S-sorry, Professor Rockford.”
My cock grows harder, twitching in my hand. I’d punish her for not using my name if it wasn’t so hot. I guide my tip to her hole, just barely putting pressure on it before sliding up and rubbing at her swollen clit.
Ava’s palms slap down onto the desk, clawing at the wood so I keep repeating the motion. When I look up at her flushed face, I get harder at her eyes pinched shut with pleasure.
“You want me inside you so bad, don’t you?” My question is hoarse as I struggle to keep my breathing calm.
She nods frantically and I stifle a curse. Glancing back, I lift my cock and let it drop back down, smacking her pussy and she jerks.
“ Please, ” she sobs.
I groan and drop my head back. Her pleading and the husky sound of her arousal is the sweetest symphony to my ears. My heart runs wild, fire spiraling up my spine. My arm trembles as I focus back on her pussy and slide up to rub her clit over and over again, picking my pace.
“Asher, Asher… Oh god.” Ava's moans are indistinguishable as she arches forward, her chin dipping into her chest. Her mouth parts in a silent scream. I can feel each clench of her cunt along the underside of my length as she spasms with release.
Without a second thought, I push my cock down and pop just my tip inside her hot, tight hole. I grip onto her thigh, digging into her flesh as I unleash weeks worth of cum. I feel my cock throb and my head spin with each wave I release, and my vision fades to black as I spill everything inside her.
Ava lets out a cry, her hand coming up to hold onto my wrist as her pussy starts clenching again. It drags my cum deeper with each spasm. I nearly lose the small sliver of control I have left and almost push my entire cock inside her, but I want to savor that for another time.
My cum starts to leak around me, dripping on the desk. I pull my tip still lodged inside her out, watching in awed gratification as our mess spills out, slipping down her ass cheeks and pooling underneath.
I look up at my exquisite, panting pet and a smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. “Did you still want my cum, Ava?”
A crinkle appears between her brows, and I tuck myself back into my pants, then hold out my hand for her to take. She hesitates for a second before her palm slides into my hand, and I help her off the desk.
Ava’s eyes flicker to my desk and her throat bobs with a swallow. I press into her side, leaning down to whisper into her ear.
“Get on your knees and lick it up.”
She shudders. I bury my face into her neck, holding onto her waist as I step behind and push her down slowly. I kneel with her, resting more in a squat position as she’s level with the desk.
I slide my hand over her ass and under her skirt until I find the sloppy mess between her legs.
“Too far for you?” I taunt, pushing my fingers into her pussy. She gasps, clamping down on me, and spares me a glance before leaning forward.
My breath stalls as I watch in anticipation. I half expected her to decline, and my fingers falter in their pace at the first swipe of her tongue. Ava only grimaces slightly before licking up a bigger scoop.
When she’s nearly cleaned it all, I grip her chin, turn her to face mine, and crush my lips to hers.
The taste of us has me groaning as Ava grabs onto my shirt, kissing me back. My hand slides to the back of her neck, holding her to me for a few more seconds before I pull away.
Her forehead rests against my chin, both of us catching our breath. I wipe my fingers on her skirt and stand, pulling her by the elbow to stand with me.
Today has gone further than planned, and I’m becoming consumed with her. I let go of her and take a step back.
“Clean yourself up and get out.” My command is curt and cold. The warmth of what we just did is gone.
“Are you going to ignore me again?” Her voice shakes a little and my hands tingle to pull her back to me.
I raise an eyebrow, staring down at her. “We’re not dating. This is simply an arrangement because?—”
“I failed the class and I’m too stupid to pass on my own. I know, I was just asking.”
I hide my surprise at her attitude and instead glower. The problem is I had been ignoring her, forcing myself to stay away because I want to draw this out as much as I can.“Then why are you asking pathetic questions as if I’m not giving you enough attention? You come when I call you. That’s it.”
She doesn’t flinch at my scold though, keeping her head down as she grabs her bag and hurries to the door. I sit on my desk, rubbing a hand down my face and let out a sigh.
At the last second, she glances over her shoulder and our gazes lock. A soft smile forms on her lips, and I know I’m done for.
I watch my brother chase his daughter around the living room, and his heavily pregnant wife laughs from where she’s sitting on their oversized chair.
My lips curl in faint distaste at the destruction the small child creates in shrieks and giggles as she runs. For a brief second, I wonder where their two older children are, but then I realize I wouldn’t want to greet me either.
After a few minutes of this ridiculous show, Ethan collapses next to me on the couch, trying to catch his breath.
“Who needs a gym when you have a kid?” he asks teasingly.
I raise an eyebrow, ignoring the question as my gaze slides to watch his wife struggle to stand up.
“I’m going to start dinner. Are you staying, Asher?”
“Yeah, he is,” Ethan answers, daring me to object before smiling at her. “Let us know if you need help.”
“Take your spawn with you,” I add dryly.
She rolls her eyes, not offended by the comment as she ushers her daughter into the kitchen with her.
“Spawn? Do you know your niece’s name?”
I know my brother is joking, but something prickles inside me at the question. I slate him with an annoyed expression. “Luna. How could I forget when you named her after a giant rock in the sky?”
Ethan laughs. “I missed your sunny personality. I was surprised you wanted to come visit.”
Biting down on my tongue, I try to think of how to articulate the mess in my mind. He watches in a bemused silence before sighing.
“What’s going on? Aren’t you up for tenure soon?”
I am, but I’ve long forgotten about that, nor do I care if I get it anymore. Our parents left us both sizable fortunes after they passed and being a few years older than me, Ethan set up our accounts for investments, making us even more money.
“How’d you know you wanted to stay with Rachel? You didn’t think you’d grow bored eventually?”
Ethan’s eyebrows pinch together, and he glances at the area his wife disappeared into. When he turns back to me, his frown is more pronounced. “I never really worried about growing bored because every moment with her is never enough. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t wish for more time with her.”
My eyes drag over the miscellaneous toys and games thrown about the room. “And don’t you get annoyed with having to share all her time?”
He laughs softly and shrugs. “Kind of. It’s hard to explain. I wish I had more time with her, but I love watching our children grow up as well. I want to share those moments when we see little parts of ourselves in these tiny humans. It’s extraordinary.”
Ethan studies my face and then tilts his head. “Someone finally has your attention? Don’t know how you feel about her?”
I swallow, shifting on the couch. “She’s one of my students.”
“Oh fuck, Asher.” His stern voice has me rolling my eyes, and I wave him off.
“She’s nearly twenty-two. Graduating this year.”
He shakes his head. “That’s still over a decade between you two.”
“And Rachel is nearly seven years younger than you.”
We stare at each other before he shakes his head again. “You’ll do whatever you want. You always have.”
I hate the disappointment in his voice, so I crack my neck side to side. “I think she’ll want the fairytale type of romance, and that’s not me. It never will be.”
Something flickers in his face, but he glances away from me. “Has she said she wants that?”
I don’t want to tell him about our arrangement, knowing he won’t approve, but he’s the only person who understands me better than myself.
“No, but I can see where it’s headed. Right now we’re more…exploring the physical side of our chemistry. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
Ethan barks out a laugh. “You have a friends-with-benefits situation with one of your students?”
I glare at him, not appreciating the term. It diminishes what’s actually happening between Ava and me. Then there’s the ironic fact that I haven’t exactly fucked her yet.
“It’s not…” I struggle to find a word that describes exactly what we are, but every one comes up short. She’s always been more since I laid eyes on her last year. She invaded all of my senses and my life from that moment.
I sit up straighter. “It’s not that.”
Ethan smirks. “Such a way with words, Professor.”
Pushing his shoulder, I roll my eyes and sigh. “I fear she’s going to want more soon, even though she initially agreed to this setup.”
“And you don’t want that?”
“I don’t know. She’s always been a fascination, a reality I never thought I could have. But is that all? How do I know I want more than that?”
My brother nods, then looks at me with a goofy smile. “The way you’re questioning? That tells you everything. If she didn’t matter, you wouldn’t care.”
His words hit me like bullets, and I sit there in stunned silence.