Her Professor Part 2
Her Professor Part 2
The minute I ran into the bathrooms I splashed water all over my face. But it wasn’t only my face that felt hot. I had the urge to splash water all over my body including the area in which I just felt my professor touch.
But the sick thing was I had liked it, loved it even.
As soon as I jumped away from Jackson, I was relieved as Tyler called for Jackson. As soon as Jackson’s eyes moved to the skinny track boy I bolted out of there as fast as I could with a bad ankle.
“just breathe “I whispered as I stared at myself in the mirror.
This was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his fingers would feel on my skin. I wasn’t the only one that had the hots of the handsome professor but right now he clearly was interested in me.
I had to clear my head, I needed to sleep on it before I do something I regret.
I picked up my bag and limped out of the building. I was relieved that none of the other students were around because I didn’t have the energy to make light conversation. I just wanted to go home.
I started on the walk to the bus stop. Normally I would catch a ride with Hailey, but I wasted enough time in here that she probably just left without me. I can’t blame her really.
On my way to the bus stop I saw a black BMW pull up to the side of the road. The door opened and to my surprise Jackson stepped out.
“Get in the car Lily” he demanded me. I stared at him for a few seconds. “what, no I’m going home” I said holding onto my bag tightly. I wasn’t scared of him but rather scared at what might be.
“I know but you won’t be getting there on a bus and walking a whole mile till your home” he cuts me off.
“what how did you” I start to ask confused.
“I’m your professor lily. I should know your personal best, how you get back from our trainings and maybe know what colour panties your wearing” he whispers into my ear, his fingers playing with my hair
I try to move away but Jackson ends up forcing me into his car and slamming the door aggressively behind me.
I sit in the seat not really knowing if this was a good idea. Jackson was right when I had to get my own way home, I take a 10-minute bus before another 10-minute walk to get to my flat.
As Jackson drove, I couldn’t help but stare at him. His big muscly arms were a major distraction until my eyes moved to his chest and further down. The black tracksuit was barely concealing what he was clearly packing.
My mind flashed to the image of bending over and pulling out his cock to taste. To see him struggling to keep his eyes on the road as I wrap my lips around him.
“stop it” his deep voice spoke after a few minutes. I lifted my eyes up and noticed his hard his eyes looked; his fingers clenched around the steering wheel.
“I wasn’t doing anything” I mumbled as I leant back. But really, I was embarrassed for being caught out.
Jackson didn’t say another word I was drove the rest of the way. Once we had arrived at my house. Unlike the other students who share with others my mother wanted to give me my own place. I liked having my own place.
I bit my lip as I saw Jackson also get out from the car. I pressed my key into the door and slowly opened up the door. I turned around to thank him for getting me home safely when Jackson gripped my waist and shoved me inside.
The sound of the door slamming shut had my heart beating ridiculously fast.
“what are you doing, sir you can’t be in here” I said stepping back.
I needed time to think, this can’t happen.
Jackson stared at me, his lips slowly curving into a smirk. “I need to make sure you rest that ankle. Go sit down I will grab ice” he spins on his heel and heads to the next room. Like he owns the place.
I stare at his back as he walks into my kitchen. I didn’t want to defy him even though he was incredibly hot when he used that commanding voice.
I sat down on my sofa ready for when he returned. He came back with a bag of frozen peas from my freezer. He picked up my leg and rested it on his lap. He removed my trainers and set it down on the floor. Just like at the track he massaged my ankle. He gently applied ice to where the pain was.
I really didn’t do this on purpose, but I let out a moan as the ice met the pain. My eyes snapped open to look at him, but his eyes were concentrating on my ankle, although his grip on my leg seemed to be getting tighter by the second.
I decided to not push anything, so I laid down silently as Jackson nursed my ankle.
“um can you pass me that cushion” I asked him after a few minutes. The silence was oddly comfortable. I enjoyed watching Jackson in my home even thought his size made him sit on the sofa ridiculous.
“why” he asked looking sceptical.
I adjusted my position. “I just get this pain in my back. I’ve been to speak with coach Keller about it, but I never got the chance” I said.
“let me have a look. I have some experience in that field too” he admits as he sits up. My leg slides off his lap. Jackson moves to get in behind me, his legs on either side of my waist.
I was a little hesitant but when his hands were on my shoulders. His thumbs pressing into my muscles. “good girl, just relax and let me help you” he whispered into my ear. I felt his lips brush my ear. Forcing me to shiver at how good that felt.
I wanted more.
I leant back into his chest. I forced his hands to drop from my shoulders, but they soon came back and started to knead into my back muscles. This time I was openly moaning, with how good his hands felt. His big strong hands.
“feel good?” he asks his lips now tracing the curve of my neck.
I hummed in agreement. “if you retire you could always become a masseuse” I mumbled, trying to lighten up the mood.
“you’d like that wouldn’t you. maybe then you wouldn’t be thinking about your professors’ cock in the car” he whispered darkly.
I gasped. I hadn’t expected him to openly say it, but I wasn’t mad. I felt Jackson grab my chin and angle it to face him. I watched as his eyes moved down to my lips. “Sir, we can’t” I said trying to pull away, but Jackson grabbed me again and forced his lips onto mine.
“oh, we can” he mumbled. His lips moving against mine in quick pace. His fingers worked there way into shirt. “what about these muscles, hmm do they need massaging” this forced me to part my lips more as he grabbed through my sports bra.
I moaned as his fingers found my nipples. Hard and needy for his fingers.
“answer me, do they need…” I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around straddling his lap and forcing my tongue past his lips.
“I need you” I moaned. Jackson grabbed my hips and pulled me against him. Grinding me against his thighs. I could feel his cock through my panties. My wet soaked panties, needy for my professor.
His rough hands were going to make me cum just like this.
“good girl. I love a girl who goes after what they want, what they desire” he whispers. His lips moving to my neck. Sucking and licking like a starved man.
Starving for me.
“and what about you, do you take what you want” I asked, my voice full of desire.
Jackson’s hand wrapped around my neck. “you know I fucking do. You want to be taken by your professor hmm, are you greedy for your professors’ cock” he groaned as he lifts his strong hips up.
“yes sir” I moaned as I felt my wetness soaking my panties.
“good fucking girl” he grunts. I gasp harshly as I feel his hand come down and push my skirt up as he is tracing his fingers over my panties.
“just as I expected, soaked for me. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined having your pussy. Seeing you bend over in training teasing me with this fucking pussy” I held onto his shoulders as he rubbed me through my panties.
Without even knowing it I started to grind against his fingers. I wanted to feel his fingers deep inside of me. I didn’t care anymore all I could think about was having him inside of me.
He was my professor, and this was all wrong, but it never felt more right. I wanted no needed him.
“please Jackson, I want you” I begged as I knelt up over his thighs. My pussy riding to line with his sexy mouth.
In a matter of seconds Jackson got up and shove me to the end of the sofa. My panties were ripped away from my wet pussy and at my ankles.
“Jackson…” I moaned as I felt his lips on my pussy. His licks were aggressive as he did a figure eight all over my wet cunt.
“take it lily, take it like the good girl you are” I moaned as I felt the vibrations of his words against me. He spread my lips apart and sucked on my clit.
I pushed back against his lips. Fuck, I had never been so needy before not even with my ex-boyfriend who I thought gave me the greatest sex I ever could have.
“This pretty pussy is all mine. You don’t go to coach Keller for shit do you understand me. I am your professor, your coach and your fucking master” by this stage he was full on fucking me with his tongue as I ground all over his lips.
I was certain that our words and actions were due to being incredibly horny, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t like the way he spoke to me.
I had wanted this for such a long time. I wanted to be dominated, and I feel like my professor will be the one that makes it happen for me. To give me what I needed.
I screamed as he sucked on my clit, my hips jerked as I felt myself release. My chest was pounding in sync with my pussy.
“good girl” he whispered as he pulled me back into his chest. His hands wrapping around my waist.
Part 3 coming tomorrow!