Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 73:  NICK

Nick was going to kill Sarah or Mary or…fuck. He should’ve known better than to untie her, but he’d wanted to feel her hands on him as she sucked him off. He almost cried as he stuffed his dick back into his pants. Someone pounded on the door.

“What?” He was done with this fucking game.

“Professor,” Sarah walked back into the room.

He wanted to grab her, shove her against the door and fuck her until she couldn’t stand but she…she looked unapproachable. She had her hair up in a bun and she wore a suit with a white shirt buttoned all the way to the top, not leaving even a peek at her luscious skin let alone her tits.

“Ms. Applewood?” Round three had begun and he was rock hard and ready.

She nodded.

“What do I owe this pleasure?” Because pleasure was how it was going to end, one way or another.

“I’ve heard rumors that there are things happening in here that are unprofessional at best and illegal at worst.” Her voice was ice cold and her lips were pinched but her eyes still gleamed with heat and desire.

Apparently, the good professor had been caught with his pants down—almost. “There’s nothing going on in here except a professor helping…teaching his students.” That wasn’t a lie. He was teaching them all sorts of things.

Her eyes landed on Mary’s white panties. “Teaching what exactly?”

He wasn’t sure how this part was going to play out but he was eager to discover if Ms. Applewood was as prudish as she appeared. “All kinds of lessons that young girls”—his eyes roamed over her—“and women require.” He leaned against his desk, his pants still tenting from his erection.

Her eyes narrowed and then a blush heated her cheeks as her gaze landed on his crotch. She quickly looked away. “I can assure you that no young girl or woman needs the kind of lessons you’re teaching.”

“We both know you’re lying.” He moved toward her, slowly.

She took a step back. “I’m not and I’m going to report this to the principal.”

He was on her in a minute, his large body trapping her against the door, his hands on either side of her head. “Please, don’t do that.” He was close enough that his breath feathered across her lips as he spoke.

“I…I…Let me go.”

“I’m not touching you.” He wasn’t although his dick was almost pressing against her. It really, really wanted to touch her but he kept his hips away.

“Y-you’re keeping the door closed.”

“Only so we can talk...privately.”

“I don’t think there’s anything we need to discuss.” She straightened. “I’m not stupid. I know what’s going on in here.”

“Do you?” He was going to give this prude exactly what she needed and wanted. He let his hand caress her cheek. “You’re an attractive woman, Ms. Applewood, why do you hide?”

“Stop.” She shivered under his touch.

“I don’t think you want me to, not really.”

“I…Nonsense.”

“What’s your first name?” He whispered against her ear and she trembled.

“Sarah.”

Fuck, yes. He almost groaned. “Sarah, I’d like to kiss you.”

“No.” She pushed on his chest and he grabbed her hands, keeping them against his body.

“It’s only a kiss, Sarah. How long has it been since you’ve been kissed?”

“That’s none of your business.” She stiffened but it only increased his desire to make her melt under him, around him.

“It’s not but I asked just the same.”

“Well, I’m not telling you and I’m not kissing you. You can’t charm me out of reporting what you’ve been doing.”

“I’m not trying to.” He kissed her ear and she gasped. “I’m just a man near an attractive woman.”

“I-I’m not attractive.”

Okay, she’d given him the clue. He should’ve picked up on it from her appearance but all his blood was in his damn cock. “Of course, you are.” He reached behind her head and unhooked her hair, pulling it out of the bun and letting it cascade down her shoulders. “Your hair is beautiful.” He wasn’t lying. It was soft and fragrant and he wanted to feel it against his skin. “You should wear it hanging loose like this all the time. It highlights your cheekbones.” His fingers trailed along her face and down to her lips. “And these…” She took his breath away. “So, red and lush.” He leaned closer. “So, ready for my kiss.”

She didn’t move, her hands still resting against his chest, as he lightly brushed his lips over hers

“And your body”—he inhaled, growing even harder at the scent of her perfume and arousal—“is a wet dream waiting to be explored.”

“Stop talking like that.” She tried to sound outraged but there was a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

“Waiting for me to explore.” He kissed her again as he started unbuttoning her blouse.

“You can’t.” Her hands tangled with his, stopping him.

“I can.” He kissed her neck and she tipped her head. “You want me to.”

“I don’t.” She stiffened in his arms, trying to push him away from her.

“You do.” He kissed her ear. “Listen to your body.” He ran his thumb over her nipple. It was pebbled and hard, begging for his lips. “How long has it been since you listened to your body?”

She didn’t answer but she pushed her breast into his touch.

“It can be our secret. Yours and mine.” He shoved her bra down, leaving it hooked so the cloth pushed her breasts up like an offering. He kissed her nipple, letting his tongue drag across it, slow and rough.

Her hands grabbed his head.

“No one needs to know. In here with me, you can be a woman with a woman’s wants”—he shoved her skirt up around her waist—“and a woman’s desires.” He stepped closer so his cock rested against the juncture between her thighs. “Tell me you want this, Sarah.”

“Yes, professor. Please.” Her breath was coming in needy pants and her eyes were bright with desire.

That was all he needed. He tore off her underwear and unzipped his pants. His dick bounced, causing him to gasp. He was so hard and ready for her. He grabbed a condom from his pants pocket, tore it open and rolled it down his cock. He grabbed her thighs lifting her and she wrapped them around his waist. He’d die if he didn’t sink into her right now. He positioned himself and pushed into her in one long, hard thrust. She gasped and trembled in his arms but the feel of her so hot and wet, clenching at him was all he really noticed. He was past foreplay, past technique. He was in rut. In and out he thrust, fast and hard. Her legs tightened around his waist as her back bumped against the door.

“You…okay?” If she said no he’d go mad. He’d curl into a ball on the floor and weep.

“Yes.” She whispered, nipping his ear. “Fuck me harder, Nick. I need it.”

Hallelujah. He increased his pace. She was so hot and wet, so tight. She was perfect. His fingers dug into her hips as she clung to him—her arms, her legs, her pussy all wrapped around him—but it wasn’t enough. He ground his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue inside her. She whimpered, the sound reverberating through him making his balls tighten and lightning shoot down his spine. He wouldn’t last much longer, but she had to come first. He nipped her bottom lip and then sucked it. She broke apart, trembling and clasping onto his cock, milking him. He came apart, only coming together again inside her, with her.

It was minutes later before his heart slowed and he could speak. He held her a little longer, unwilling to break this connection, this closeness. At this moment, there was nothing but him and her. She unclasped her legs from around his waist, apparently ready to separate.

“Fuck, I love this fantasy.” He kissed her neck. He loved her but she wasn’t ready to hear that and he wasn’t going to say it until she trusted him.

She laughed. “For a minute there, when Mary left, I thought you hated it.

“I did. At that time.” He kissed her lips, unable to stop himself. “But I really like Sarah Applewood.”

“Good. She likes you too and I think she’s going to be a regular visitor.”

“I can’t wait.”

“She has a bit of a dominatrix side.”

“Fuck me.” He dropped his head on her shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me.”