My Hot Professor: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance Page 4

  "Oh, how about a documentary on 16th-century doll makers?" her voice was filled with so much excitement that I dared not look around.

  "Umm, I guess that would be a wonderful learning experience," I shot back.

  "Ok smartypants," she laughed, "how about that intergalactic romp that came out last year?"

  "The one with whats-her-face and that other guy?"

  "Yeah," she started clicking and a moment later the movie was lined up and ready to go.

  I finished building the fire and settled in on the couch next to her. I had planned to grade the papers while the movie was on, but between the coziness of the fireplace and her running color commentary I never even gave them a second look.

  Half-way through the second movie, I realized Olivia and I were cuddled up together under a small quilted blanket. My arms were wrapped around her and her fingers were dancing along my thigh like a piano player tickling the ivories.

  After all my plans to steer clear of her, I have no excuse for what happened next.

  Olivia

  Now, this is what I was talking about. Cuddled up under a quilt in front of a roaring fire, Nate's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. After an incredibly rocky start, we were back on track and I tried not to jump for joy.

  It all started so innocently enough. I had just been playing along with the movie's musical score as it reverberated around the room through his surround sound. With my head resting on his chest and my fingers dancing along his thigh, I heard his breath hitch and felt his heartbeat quicken. I realized then that my fingers were dancing dangerously close to the tent that had formed in his jeans.

  Fantasies do come true.

  Nate couldn't have seen the sly smile that hovered over my lips as I danced my fingers closer and closer to the tent, but I think he suspected as much. He groaned as I reached the summit and reached out to keep me there.

  His hand was warm as it covered mine, and when his fingertips danced over the surface I felt like there was a question being asked. A time-honored ritual that I was more than ready for.

  I looked up to find his hooded eyes staring down at me and a matching sly smile playing over his lips.

  "Are you sure you want to do this?" His breath was ragged with desire, as he waited for my reply.

  "I've been wanting to do this since the moment we first met."

  A sexy smile crossed his face and a moment later I was flipped onto my back and trapped under his muscular body. "That makes two of us," he whispered as his lips met mine.

  His mouth was soft and gentle as he coaxed me along. It was different from the fevered need from the night before - different, but just as intense. His tongue artfully danced along the surface of my lips before slipping inside with a thrust and parry worthy of an Olympic gold medalist.

  It didn't take long before every nerve ending in my body was singing in anticipation.

  "I shouldn't be doing this," he hissed and pulled away from my bruised lips only to drop soft kisses along my jawline. "I'm really no good for you."

  The question was more rhetorical, but I answered him anyway. "I think I can decide what's best for me," I challenged, and then hissed as he nipped at my earlobe.

  He lifted his head and laughed at my bravado. As his lips neared mine, I got the last laugh. I made sure his Olympic caliber performance was matched by my own sensual tongue work. I licked his lips before darting inside to languidly taste him on my own terms. I was rewarded for my efforts with a low growl in the back of his throat.

  After teasing his lips until he was panting, he broke off the kiss to look into my eyes. "You're a fast learner," he said as his fingertips caressed my spine.

  "I have a great teacher," I responded before he dropped his head down again with a strangled cry.

  As his kiss continued to deepen, his weight grew heavy on top of me and I wriggled a bit to find a more comfortable position.

  "Stop that," he lifted his head and reprimanded me sternly. His hot breath nipped at my exposed neck and I could have sworn I heard a rumbling undercurrent in his voice.

  "It's taking every ounce of energy I have to go slow with you," he growled in my ear before lightly nipping again at the lobe, "I want to make sure you enjoy every moment of this."

  I now understood what was so sensual about having a guy growl commands in your ear while his full weight pressed into you. Add that to our recent memories and my breath began to deepen and my muscles started to tense up. Damn that man and his sexy voice. His sexy body. His sexy everything.

  "What about you?" I asked breathlessly, "I want you to enjoy it too."

  "Oh, don't worry," Nate whispered as he trailed light kisses down my neck, "I plan on enjoying every inch of you."

  A delicious shiver ran down my body at that thought. I tried to stay still, but the beat of his heart seemed to echo throughout my body. At that moment, I thanked the heavens for all the events that led up to this moment.

  Nate's hand slipped out from under me and moved up to cup my breast. Memories of his hands touching my bare flesh had me wanting more, but like he said before, he was in no rush. His thumb drew lazy circles around my areola an a way that made me think he actually enjoyed torturing me.

  When his hand finally disappeared under my shirt to snake his way up along my skin, his fingertips left a fire in their wake. He easily brushed aside my shirt and dipped under my sports bra. I was thinking about how I wished I still had that babydoll lingerie on when he began to palm my breast. I arched my back into his hand as the tip pebbled under his masterful touch.

  My body was responding to him in ways I had never felt before and I wanted more. I squeaked when his mouth descended on my breast. Nate responded by circling the pebbled peak with his tongue until I moved my foot up his leg and dug my heal into his upper thigh. He lightly nipped at my tender flesh, and I dug my fingernails into his back and moaned.

  "I don't want to wait anymore," I ground out as he headed toward my other breast.

  "I say," he lifted his head and gave me a little wink, "that we move this to somewhere more comfortable so I can give you a proper fucking."

  Now that's what I wanted to hear. Bubbles of excitement welled up inside of me but were quickly replaced by nervousness when Nate stood up. Bereft of his body heat, I longed for the feel of him next to me again. As if reading my mind, he quickly pulled me up from the couch and into his arms.

  He captured my lips in another kiss, and as he slowly lowered me to the floor, he pulled off my shirt and sports bra. It was a neat trick and one that I wanted to replicate on him. I reached out and danced my fingers along his waistband to get hold of his shirt, then yanked it up over his head.

  My moves weren't as swift, but to finally see the muscles he had kept hidden this whole time was like opening up a new world. My eyes practically popped out of my head and it took everything I had to resist the urge to bounce my fingers off his pecs.

  Nate saw my expression, grabbed my hand, and headed for the door. As we waltzed through the foyer and up the curved stairway, he ripped at our clothing to make sure we didn't have to waste any more time. When we reached the landing, I look over and saw our clothing strewn everywhere below.

  He led me past the room I stayed in the night before in favor of the large master bedroom he had shown me on our earlier tour. I didn't have time to take in the decor when he lifted me up and tossed me on the bed.

  I saw him standing over me with a wolfish expression that made my pussy slick with need. A moment later, he grabbed my ankles and yanked me towards the edge of the bed so fast I had to grab hold to make sure I didn't slide off. He leaned forward, inching slowly until I could see the glint in his eye.

  "So," his voice was thick with need, "are you sure about this?"

  He was so close I could feel his cock nudge against me. I wanted this so much and reached out to grab him. Of course, he had other plans in mind.

  His eyes sparkled at me as he began his mission. I watched with undisguised desire as he k
issed and licked his way down my body. He stopped at my breasts to suckle on first one then the other tender bud, nipping at each until they ached. I was already so wet, I wasn't sure I could hold out any longer. I'm sure he could tell because a dirty grin lifted the corner of his mouth before he continued lower.

  He reached the edge of the bed then slid off and knelt between my thighs. I was excited and terrified of what he was going to do next. He gently spread my legs before licking his lips and lowering his head between my thighs.

  I curled my fingers into the coverlet on the bed as the tip of his tongue trailed up and down along my slit. When I whimpered underneath him, he doubled his efforts, slipping forcefully up and down before pushing against my tight opening.

  It was amazing.

  I wanted him deeper inside me but he ignored my demands in favor of focusing on my sensitive spot. It wasn't until I dug my fingers into his hair and begged him for release that he relented.

  It took just one flick of his tongue. That's all it took for me to I drop my head back and shut my eyes so tight that I saw stars. Over and over again he teased me into submission and I cried out as my body exploded under his expert touch.

  I was floating through the first of my aftershocks before I was able to speak. My voice was ragged as I pleaded with him. "I want you inside of me," I whispered as I reached out to grab him and pull him near, "I need you right now."

  "Absolutely," he murmured as he positioned me in the center of the bed.

  Nate took himself in hand and pressed against my sex, just like he had done with his tongue moments before. Slowly he drew himself up and down along my slit, coating it with my juices. When he thrust against my tender nub, my body jerked against him. He just groaned and thrust again.

  With one final thrust, he slid down to my opening. His voice was heavy with desire when he spoke. "Now it's my turn."

  My entire body stilled as he pushed against my opening. The pressure was intense as he pressed the huge head against my tiny crevice, but almost immediately the muscle yielded to his demands. There was a tiny pinprick as he quickly slipped inside as I cried out against the invasion.

  "Baby, relax," he groaned and slid in deeper, my slickness easing his journey.

  "You're so big," I cried out and wrapped my arms around him.

  "You're just so fucking tight." His gravelly voice shot through me and I began to feel a now familiar tugging in my core as he sunk in, slowly stretching me to fit his size. It was painful and delicious all at the same time.

  Little by little he pushed inside and stopped only when he reached my womb. The glorious feeling of being completely filled by him was overwhelming and we stayed like that for a moment to savor the feeling. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss and I responded in kind.

  After a moment he pulled out - slowly and carefully - leaving only his thick head trapped inside me. His absence left behind a dull ache and my muscles gripped him tightly and tried to pull him back inside. He obliged and slid back in - slow and deep.

  "You feel amazing," Nate growled right before he pulled out again.

  I had opened my mouth to speak when he plunged forward and inserted his full length into me in one fluid sweep. The sensation was overwhelming. Every inch of him filled me. Stretched me. It was amazing all right, and I let out a low moan of appreciation.

  He chuckled against my lips and pulled out again, faster this time, before thrusting back inside. With each thrust, I seemed to tighten around him even more. Every muscle in my body tensed as he pushed in again, even deeper this time, filling me more than I thought possible.

  He began to move faster, thrusting deep then pulling out just as quickly. With each thrust, I clamped tighter around him. I couldn't get enough of him.

  Quicker. Deeper. Faster. Harder. His rhythmic grunts filled my ears.

  He was on top of me. Around me. Inside me. I breathed in his air and inhaled his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of him.

  He moaned, deep and long, as he buried himself inside of me and then an intense shudder ravaged his body.

  His thick cock pulsed as he staked his claim on me and my own scream of ecstasy ripped from my lungs to join him.

  The sudden release took my by surprise as it ripped through my body and sent me to another place and time. I closed my eyes and heard him grunt as he continued to spill himself deep inside of me.

  My body spasmed around him. Gripping. Squeezing. Milking every drop of pleasure from his body. He was mine and I didn't want to let go.

  He pulled out slowly and I mewed my displeasure at the loss. As he rolled off, he gathered me up in his arms, and pulled me close to his chest. "Olivia," he murmured into my hair as he dozed off, "I don't know where this is going, but wherever it is, I want you by my side."

  It was perfect, it was bliss, and I couldn't wait for the next time.

  Nate

  "Ms. Burgess," I called out casually, "a moment please." I watched her lean over to hug her friend Tim goodbye and the anger welled up inside of me again. It had been a month since she moved into my house and the only thing I would change would be her male friends.

  She shot me a wry smile in an attempt to placate my anger. When we got home later, I would show her how she could placate me. It had been the same every week after study group with her making me jealous and me taking her home and wiping the idea of any other man from her mind - and her body.

  Tim attempted to pull her into his lap and my eyes narrowed in on him like a falcon going in for the kill.

  "Olivia," I barked, "now."

  Olivia side-swiped his advances and gave a backward goodbye wave to the rest of the group before sauntering over to me.

  Damn, I loved her saunter.

  "Professor Dalton," she called out, "did you find that book recommendation for me?"

  "Sly," I whispered as she got close enough, "I wonder if Tim wants that recommendation too."

  She rolled her eyes and waved her hand at the thought. "For your information," she told me snidely, "I told him to keep his lap to himself."

  I chuckled at that one and glanced over at Tim, sitting in the chair, looking dejected. Good. Serves the little fucker right.

  "So, meet you outside in a few?"

  I nodded as she made her way past her throng of admirers and tried to tamp down the jealousy. I wasn't having much luck when my phone alerted me to a text message.

  Can't wait to see you this Saturday night. - GM

  Shit, in all the excitement with Olivia, I completely forgot about Saturday night. I grabbed my laptop and shoved it into my bag before heading out the door. By the time I got to my car, my thumbs were tired from texting.

  I pulled to the front of the building in time to see Olivia bouncing up and down to keep warm. I unlocked the car and she jumped in.

  "What the hell," she yelled out, "what took you so long? It's freezing out here."

  "Well, Tim looked so lonely," I joked, "I thought I would take his lap for a spin."

  "Oh, fuck you," she laughed and rubbed her hands in front of the heater. "but really, what happened?"

  "Well," I hesitated, not sure how this was going to go. Since she moved in we had been in an intimate bubble of school and sex - partly because I couldn't get enough of her, but also because we couldn't go public with our relationship. "There is this party on Saturday."

  "A kegger at Alpha Phi?" She raised her voice to a squeak and added, "oh my god, it's going to be so fresh!"

  "No," I laughed, "it's my grandparent's diamond anniversary." Before she could ask, I added, "that's 75 and it's the other grandparents."

  "Oh," she looked a bit dejected but did her best to hide it. "Well, have fun."

  "Actually, I was hoping you would go with me."

  "Oh-well-umm… Yeah, I would love to." Olivia's fingers twisted the scarf around her fingers while I drove. It was a couple of blocks before she finally spoke again, "I'm thinking a diamond anniversary party is going to be on the fancy side."

  "
Yes," I answered distractedly as I maneuvered my way through traffic, "they're having it at the castle."

  "They own a castle?"

  "No," I chuckled at her shriek, "they're having it at a venue called the castle. They're inviting everyone they know and I'm pretty sure a couple hundred that they don't know." I was negotiating a dog-eat-dog intersection and wasn't fully paying attention to what she was saying - or rather what she was not saying.

  "Nate, I would love to go with you, but I really don't think my mini-dress would be appropriate."

  "I love that dress," I growled, "it slides off so easily."

  Olivia blushed and hid her face in her hands. "That's not helpful," she lamented, "I don't want to embarrass you in front of your family.

  I pulled the car into an empty parking spot and turned to give her my full attention. "Babe, you could never embarrass me."

  "Even if I showed up at your grandparents 75th wedding anniversary looking like a stripper?"

  "Oh," I sighed, "my grandfather would love that I got him a stripper… my grandmother, not so much."

  "Nate-"

  "How about we just get you something appropriate to wear," I interrupted and pointed to the storefront of an upscale dress shop. After a few minutes of negotiations about how she thought I shouldn't and my correction that I should, we made our way to the store where a rather snooty sales lady pulled out all the stops.

  "Well, the lady must have the correct foundation to go with such couture," Miss Madeline was haranguing Olivia after she balked at the price of a bra and panty set. Personally, I thought she should have gotten it in multiple colors and gave a nod to Miss Madeline to indicate such.

  Olivia looked like she was fast approaching the end of her rope with the whole affair and motioned for me to follow her into the changing room. As soon as we got in there, she turned on me.

  "What are you doing?" She was pacing inside the private room, and I could see angry Olivia reflected in multiple mirrors.