Hot Night With My Professor

“Professor Sybill?” I exclaimed. My drunkenness disappeared when I saw the person I had been looking for for a long time. I even tried not to cry but my lips were shaking. “Are you really here?”

But my question was not answered when he took me away from him. “I’m sorry. I should go,” he said, then turned his back on me.

“Where are you going?” I asked after. I also chased him and stopped him from walking. “Aren’t you here to celebrate our first anniversary?”

He sighed and appeared to me straight. “No, there’s no anniversary, Jothea. We are done.”

I was stunned and at that moment, my tears fell. My lips trembled but I couldn’t call his name. I can no longer chase the person who keeps walking away from me. How easy is it for him to say we’re done? Is that it?

I tried to walk and chase him, but the moment he opened that door-in the farthest room-I felt defeated. The woman we saw earlier is with him. And it must be his wife. I saw her ring the moment she opened the door for us.

I covered my mouth because loud weeping escaped my lips. My sobs and cries dominate the loud music around the bar. I felt like I was going to collapse. The pain is suffocating me. It’s like my heart is being squeezed. Why did he do this to me? I gave everything to him.

I wiped my tears and tried to walk away from that bar, even though my whole being felt weak. If he were married, then would I be his mistress? No, he already cut me off. And he really abandoned me.

I keep on crying and wiping my tears away. I feel so devastated and miserable, realizing that there really isn’t even a person for me. All of them are gone. I’m really alone.

“I’m here.”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I turned to the man who spoke next to me. Ismael is here. And because of what he said, I cried even more.

“I told you not to cry in front of guys.” He wiped my cheek. “I might take advantage of you,” he said, and I knew he was just trying to mess with me to comfort me, but I managed to take it seriously. I stared at his face intently, giving him a hint. I also met his eyes, looking deeply into mine.

I don’t know what sent me into saying, “Then, take advantage of me.”

*****

The same white, clean room. The air was not hot. Not cold either. This is where he took me that night. But I don’t know if something happened to us; if nothing, now I can be sure that something will happen between the two of us.

The moment the door closed was the moment I grabbed his nape to seal for a kiss. Aggressively. He immediately recovered and I admit that I was surprised by the way he was able to plant warm kisses on my lips.

His soft lips are playing with me as if he is helping me forget the scenes I witnessed earlier. He leaned me against the wall; no, his arm was blocking my head so my head was leaning there on his firm arm. And because of his position, we became closer to each other, and even if he only had one hand free to move, he could do the work I needed tonight.

He lowered the strap of my short dress before kissing my shoulder up to my neck. I couldn’t stop closing my eyes and moaning. I can feel his tongue tasting me. He is really good. He is really amazing.

My eyes immediately opened when I felt his hand on my thigh. He was caressing it and I was just surprised when he touched his palm to my womanhood. Our eyes met. As we were so close to each other, I could see his beautiful black eyes twinkling. Full of desire. I only now realized his handsome face, which I often target with insults. Even his beloved fitted gray long sleeves, which showed the beautiful shape of his body better, as well as his big biceps and wide back. I never thought I would be with this man tonight. Does all of this happen because of the hit of alcohol and sadness towards me?

“Can you tell me why it’s wet already?” He whispered in a deep voice, which sent me shivers down my spine. My body hair stood on end and he seemed to notice because he laughed. He put his hand inside my underwear so I clung to him very tightly.

“Because you’re so handsome tonight,” I retorted teasingly and I laughed when I felt something bump into my thighs. I bit my lip when I saw that.

I was about to unbuckle his belt when he inserted a finger inside me. He immediately entered me, as if I had been waiting for a long time.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I looked back and forth at Ismael’s face as well as at his hand, enjoying the lower part of my body.

He immediately inserted another digit, which made me spread my legs more. My thighs were shaking because of the way he was moving his fingers in and out. I was also clinging to his firm arm.

“Are you sure you want me to take advantage of you tonight?”

I gulped hard and nodded softly as I admitted, “Yes, take me down, professor.”

He smirked. He removed his hand from my underwear before kissing me again, full of passion, as he wrapped my thighs around his waist. My arm immediately wrapped around his neck. His strength was surprising because he quickly lifted me onto the bed without even letting go of my lips.

He laid me down on the soft bed while continuing to devour me. Our saliva is mixing as if we were aware of the delicious taste before. Later, it wouldn’t be just saliva but also our sweat as well as the juices of our hard work.

He quickly removed his belt and pulled down his pants. I almost lost my drunkenness when I saw what he owned.

“Are you blushing?” he asked, full of jest.

“N-no! Why would I? Can that finish me off?” I refused, even though my eagerness could be seen on my face.

He completely removed my underwear and also inserted his manhood into me. No warning. I was surprised when I felt him inside my wet walls. Because of the way he romanced me earlier, he was able to enter me easily and smoothly. His thing was huge. His length is enough to satisfy me.

My breathing became shallow and it felt like I was drowning in the thrust inside me. It’s like he’s pushing me into the sea that he’s about to destroy. He kissed my neck again while his hands conquered my body.

I exhaled with a sigh. No matter how hard I tried to pretend, his movements brought me to cloud nine. He seems to have his own rhythm. This is the very first time I have experienced this. His movement is at a slow pace as if he is springing to tease, and then suddenly speeds up. Slowing down again to hang on and speeding up to take me to heaven. This is driving me crazy; I can’t get enough of moaning. He collided with the deepest part of my flesh, which made me sway to his rhythm.

“Ahh… shit.”