Getting Schooled (Craving #9) Read online

  I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, touching and stroking every inch of my skin. I needed to feel his lips against mine, ravaging my mouth. I wanted to know what he tasted like. How he would kiss me while he tore my clothes off right there in his classroom.

  “Excuse me, are you done?”

  This time, I recognized the annoying voice. It was the redhead Buttercup with her giant ball of gum.

  I rinsed my hair and turned off the faucet. “Now I’m done.” I didn’t bother wrapping my towel around me. Unlike the rest of the girls here, I was pretty comfortable in my skin.

  “By the way,” Becky called after me. “What were you and Professor Scott talking about?”

  I stilled, then turned abruptly. “Excuse me?”

  She blew a disgusting bubble with her gum, then chewed on it like a fucking cavewoman. “Yeah. When you followed him into the gym, what did he want?”

  I tilted my head slightly. “I fail to see how that is any of your business.”

  “I know girls like you.” She took her hair in her hands and tied it into an untidy bun on the top of her head. “And Professor Scott sees right through sluts like you.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at her pathetic attempt at being a bitch. “Sure, whatever, Buttercup.”

  “It’s Becky.”

  I turned, then walked away from her.

  “By the way,” she called out, “no girl has ever managed to get the pants off Professor Scott. So don’t think you’re special enough for him to want to shove his cock down your throat.”

  “Are you serious?” I had to laugh out loud. Like, seriously laugh out loud. With a laugh and a snort, I held up my hand and walked away.

  From a distance, I could hear her mumbling something under her breath, but even though she was trying her best to show attitude through her bitchiness, I pitied her. I really did. One day she would wake up and realize that there was more to life than cheerleading outfits and gum.

  After tying my hair in a neat ponytail, I slipped on a navy blue pleated skirt which had just a little more flare than the black one and pulled a tight-fitted white shirt over my head. Since “foxy” was written in large, bold silver letters across the fabric, I didn’t bother with a bra. The girls were safely hidden out of clear sight. I would hate to get all these college tools riled up and reaching for their cocks if they had to see the soft pink peaks of my nipples through the fabric. As I tied the straps of my nude-colored heeled wedges, Becky came walking by with a towel wrapped around her.

  “Oh, you’re still here.”

  I just laughed and shook my head.

  “You should do yourself a favor and dress more appropriately.”

  “Funnily enough,” I stood up and grabbed my backpack, “you’re not the first one to tell me that.”

  She let out a laugh. “Really, who else told you to dress more like a college girl than a slut?”

  I swung open the door. “Professor Scott.” And then I walked out, leaving her gawking.

  A few minutes later, I took my seat in English History and remembered that I conveniently forgot my red pen and notebook on the seat of my desk in English Literature. Bad, Olivia.

  Luckily, the class hadn’t started yet, so I zipped up my backpack and rushed out of class only to walk smack-bang right into…Thomas.

  Oh God.

  “Well, well, well. Seems like my wish came true.” The suggestive grin on his face made me throw up a little in the back of my throat.

  “What wish is that?”

  “That you and I will share more classes together.”

  “Oh, yeah. I just,” I tried to scoot past him, “I forgot some stuff in another class. I’ll be right back.”

  He stood out of the way for me to pass, but he reached out and touched my elbow. Immediately, my skin burned. It felt wrong. It felt vile. And I hated it.

  He winked. “I’ll save you a seat next to me.”

  Oh dear God, help me.

  “Sure.” With a jerk, I forced him to let go of my arm, then stormed down the hall. Were cooties real? Did they actually exist? I knew in kindergarten boys and girls were convinced if touched by the other sex you’d get cooties and itch for a year. After Thomas touched me, I was kind of convinced he might have given me cooties.

  I shuddered.

  The halls were empty by the time I reached the English Lit class. When I peeked through the window in the door, I smiled when I saw Professor Scott sitting at his desk, marking papers. Whether it was luck or fate, I had no clue, but his classroom was empty with not a student in sight.

  I opened the door, and he looked up. The instant our eyes met, it was like a jolt of electricity shot through me, slamming against my core.

  “I…I forgot a few things here earlier.” I walked to the back of the classroom to my desk, but my stuff wasn’t there.

  “You talking about this?” He held up my little pink notebook and red pen.

  I felt my cheeks flush. “Yeah. Those.”

  For a brief moment, we just stood there staring at each other, the air around us turning toxic with all the built-up sexual tension between us. He might have been trying to fight it, but when he brushed his fingers against my panties earlier, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But I had given him enough reassurance, enough fucking hints that he could have me if he wanted. Now it was up to him to decide.

  I walked over to his desk and took the notebook and pen from his hand. “Thank you, Professor.” And then I headed out. But just as I opened the door, a hand came over my shoulder, slamming the door shut in front of me.

  I sucked in a breath when I felt him behind me, his warm breath against the back of my neck. “The entire day you’ve been flaunting your body at me, pulling out every move known to woman in order to seduce me. I might be a professor, Miss Reed, but I am also a man. And that means my self-control is limited—especially when a woman like you seems so willing to share her body with me.”

  “My body and so much more, Professor.”

  He reached for the blind and pulled it down, covering the window of the door. I swallowed.

  “You’re nothing like the other girls, are you?”

  I glanced over my shoulder. “I sure hope not.”

  Gently, he brushed his fingertips down my shoulder, my skin electrified from his touch.

  “What’s your plan, Miss Reed, huh? To seduce me?” He leaned closer, and I felt the stubble of his five o’clock shadow brush against my neck. “To fuck?”

  “Sweet Jesus,” I muttered, my legs growing weaker by the second.

  His lips eased across my earlobe, earning a soft whimper. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you can cause me?”

  I leaned back as his hand dipped down my side before curving over my hip. “Something tells me the risk will be worth it, Professor.”

  His fingers inched down my skirt. “Are you sure about that, Miss Reed?”

  “Maybe.”

  Abruptly, he grabbed my hip and turned me to face him. I gasped when I stared into slate-gray eyes hooded with lust and untamed desire. God, I wished I had telepathic abilities so I could see all the dirty thoughts and all the wicked fantasies playing off inside his mind.

  With a tender touch, he moved his fingers across my cheeks, leaving burning flesh in its wake. His hand slid down my chest, then stopped just above the swell of my breast. “If you want to play with fire, Miss Reed, you need to be able to handle the burn.”

  I pushed my chest out, giving him all the permission he wanted. “The question is can you handle it…Professor?”

  Like two thunderous clouds, our lips crashed together. It was hard and unyielding, his tongue forcing its way past my lips. His taste slammed against every corner of my mouth—mint and sex, that was what he tasted like. It was a taste I wanted to savor and relish at the same goddamn time.

  Two strong palms covered my breasts, kneading them, rubbing them, fucking ravaging them. Nothing about his touch was soft and gentle. We were both past sof
t and gentle and got thrust into wild and wicked. Greedy lips smacked together, tongues searching and claiming as our rapid breaths escaped with shameless gasps.

  He leaned back, lips red and swollen with lust. “Take off your panties, Miss Reed.”

  With a grin, I obliged, slipping my hands under my skirt and slowly shimmying out of the flimsy white panties I wore. The second they fell on the floor, pooling around my feet, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his desk. “This is your last chance, Miss Reed.” He lifted me and placed my ass firmly on his desk. “This is your last chance to back out.”

  I bit into my bottom lip, then slowly started to spread my legs. “Not a chance, Professor.”

  His eyes snapped down to my thighs, and he took two steps back, staring right underneath my skirt. “Touch yourself.”

  “My, my, my, Professor, are you—”

  “Just do as I say.”

  I lifted a brow, loving the thrill his hard, dominant side sent up my spine. There was no room for manners or formalities, only primal need at its best.

  Slowly I eased my hand down my body, gently pulling my skirt further up my thighs. My legs were spread wide, and the instant I slipped my finger through my wet slit, I heard him groan. “Jesus Christ, Olivia.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “This is bad behavior on a whole different level.”

  “Professor, I haven’t even begun to show you how bad I can be.” With slow, leisurely circles, I played with my clit, my body climbing higher and higher, heat starting to spread to every corner of my body.

  His hungry eyes were pinned between my legs, his hand reaching into his pants. “I can see your pussy glisten all the way over here, Miss Reed.” It was written all over his face, his loss of control—and I loved it. I loved how he couldn’t fight it anymore—the need he had for my body.

  With my other hand, I lifted my shirt so my breasts were on display, earning an appreciative moan from his lips.

  He jerked out his cock, and I pushed a finger deep inside my pussy. I moaned, and he growled like a beast…launching forward, grabbing my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of his dark mahogany desk. Warm lips closed around my nipple, sucking while his tongue danced against the hard little nub. My body was on the verge of sensory overload, my mind nothing but shattered fragments of lust and desire.

  The grip he had on my hips tightened as he pressed himself harder against me. His hand brushed against my inner thigh as he played with his own cock. It was safe to say that it turned me the fuck on, so much so that I started to flex my hips, my body wanting, searching, needing to be filled.

  “Professor Scott, I need—”

  He clamped his hand over my mouth. “I know exactly what you need.” His cock prodded against my opening. “And it’s the one thing you came here for, isn’t it, Miss Reed? To get thoroughly fucked by your college professor.”

  I lolled my head back as my body readied itself, ready to be claimed and filled to the brim. But then he pulled back, taking me with him before flinging me around and pushing my front against the desk. A strong hand against my spine forced me all the way down till my breasts were firmly pressed against the cold wood.

  I shivered when he pulled my skirt up, his fingers brushing down my ass and slipping through my slit. “Are you ready to get burned, Miss Reed?”

  I wiggled my ass and pushed my hips out, letting his finger slide harder against my pussy. “What do you think, Professor?”

  There was no forewarning, no gentle prodding, just one hard thrust pushing his cock deep inside me. I cried out, my voice slamming against the roof, my pleasure echoing through the empty classroom.

  “Shhh.” He stilled, then reached out, placing his hand over my mouth. “You need to keep quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

  I shimmied my ass against him, urging him to move—and he did. He moved fast and hard, his cock moving like a piston in and out of me.

  “God, you have one greedy, tight little pussy, Miss Reed.”

  His hand smothered my moans while he pounded into me, his balls smacking against my ass. We were so high, so intoxicated with lust we were incapable of slowing down. Bulldozers and wrecking balls could have come crashing through the classroom walls, and we still wouldn’t have been able to stop.

  Thrust after thrust, grunt after grunt, he fucked me raw and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin rough and fast filled the air around us. It was like fucking music—pun very much intended.

  “Lift your ass higher.” His hand left my mouth, and he gripped my hips, pulling them up. I bit into my lower lip when he pushed his cock so deep my legs started to tremble. My skin was on fire, my body numb and electrified at the same time. It was like I lost all sense of reality, the only thing that mattered was letting him use me. Fuck me. Completely possess me.

  One of his hands dipped over my hip, his expert finger finding my clit. “There is so much I want to do with this body of yours, Olivia. But unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time, so you need to come.”

  “Oh God.” I moaned when he started to work my pussy from the front, his cock ravaging me from the inside. Harder, faster, and out of control, he fucked me with so much force his desk started to screech forward.

  “Now, Olivia.”

  And then my body shattered. It fucking erupted into a million pieces as my orgasm ripped through every muscle, every bone, right through to the goddamn marrow.

  I cried out, pleasure consuming me from head to fucking toe. And then Professor Scott fucked me harder, moving like a demon-possessed animal while both his hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh.

  His breathing became labored, his grunts loud, until finally…he came. I felt him pulse the ribbons of his release inside me as a low, primal, animalistic growl roared out of his mouth. In that moment, it was undeniable, the connection we shared—the connection our bodies shared. Together we became unashamed carnal beings, and we didn’t give a shit about the rest of the world outside that goddamn classroom door.

  Professor Scott collapsed over me, and I felt the fabric of his shirt against my back, my skin sensitive with the lingering remnants of a climax that almost tore me apart.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, out of breath. “That was—”

  A loud knock on the door cut him off, and both of us froze.

  “Professor Scott?”

  “Fuck.” He cursed. “It’s Professor Walker. Goddammit!”

  “Professor Scott, are you in there?” Well shit.

  Chapter 5

  Noah

  Holy fucking shit! The one time. The one fucking time I decided to screw up—or screw her—someone had to come knocking on the goddamn door.

  “Just a second.” I pulled my cock out of her warm pussy and groaned. God, I wanted to stay in that greedy cunt of hers all fucking day. Unfortunately, Professor Walker’s presence outside my motherfucking door prohibited me from doing so.

  “Come on.” I helped her straighten. “Pull yourself together. Quickly.”

  She let out a laugh. “I just have to do this.” She pulled down her shirt and corrected her skirt.

  I gawked at her while fumbling with my pants. “How the fuck? You don’t even have one strand of hair out of place.”

  She grinned. “That’s because I know what I’m doing…Professor.”

  “Are you okay, Professor Scott?”

  “Yup, just another second.”

  I fastened my belt, then quickly scanned the floor, spotting Olivia’s panties laying by the door. But just as I wanted to launch forward to pick them up, the door opened. Shit.

  “Professor Scott, is everything okay in here?” In walked the bald-headed, boring as hell Professor Walker. My heart wanted to jackhammer itself out of my goddamn chest.

  I pulled my hand through my hair, trying to take deep breaths. “Everything is fine.”

  Jesus. I was pretty sure I looked thoroughly fucked. It would have taken a special kind of stupid to not realize w
hat we just did.

  Professor Walker looked over at Olivia, his eyes moving up and down her body. “Olivia,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

  She shifted from one leg to the other, and I held my breath.

  “Um—”

  Professor Walker smiled. “You here for extra English Lit classes?”

  All three of us started laughing, but where his was a legit laugh, Olivia and mine were more of those awkward, uncomfortable, I-have-no-idea-why-I’m-laughing kind of laughs.

  I stepped forward, then quickly glanced at the panty which was still laying on the floor. “Is there something I can do for you, Professor Walker?”

  “Oh, I just wanted to make sure you will still be attending our annual dinner tonight?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. I was actually on my way home now to go get cleaned up.”

  “Great.” He smiled, then glanced at Olivia with an amused grin on his face. “Will your beautiful wife be joining us?”

  I tensed. Every part of my body rigid. “Yes. Yes, she will.”

  He nodded, then glanced around the classroom as if searching for something. Dear God, would this man just fucking leave.

  “I’ll see you later then.” He nodded toward Olivia, and she just smiled.

  The second he closed the door behind him, I let out a breath. My heart and stomach both struggled to crawl out of my goddamn throat.

  When I turned toward Olivia while roughing my hands through my hair, not sure whether I was relieved or still riled up, I saw the way her sapphire eyes stared at me. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. I already knew what was happening next.

  I bent down and picked up her panties. “You okay?”

  “What do you think?”

  I lifted a brow. “Is that a trick question?”

  She placed her hand against her forehead, her cheeks still a beautiful flushed pink. Was it because of what we did a few minutes ago or about what just happened?

  “Olivia, I’m sorry that happened.”

  She snorted. “Which part?”

  “The part where we almost got caught.”