AN- Surprise everyone! Professor Killy is back with a new lesson for you guys. Apparently being back on campus gave me a little push to write this. I have a class in the building that inspired the setting for this fic and I saw it and was immediately struck with inspiration. It feels great to be back at school but also so exhausting so you will have to be super patient with me. But yes, college gave me nagging professor Killy vibes so I needed to get it out of my system. Hotness ahead. Enjoy!
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*All About You*
Emma stumbled into the lecture hall earlier than usual — far too early for her liking. But she wasn't going to allow him to unnerve her with his unusually punctual presence this time. The last thing she needed was to stand at the door gawking like a damn goldfish at the impossibly handsome professor that taught all things sex for a living.
Leaning against the wall next to the door, she side-eyed the students in the previous class filing out of the lecture hall. The hallway was filled with unintelligible conversations of passersby and the chaotic shuffling of footsteps as they exited the room.
Once the majority of the students had left, she caught the door before it could slide shut back into its hinges and held it open wide enough for her to slip inside. She lingered at the door, her eyes darting about the room to catch mere glimpses of those that had loitered behind, including a student in the midst of discussing something with their professor.
They looked up toward the doorway for a beat, noticing her right away but paying little attention to the distraction before returning to their conversation. Taking her hand to the top of her grey knit beanie, she ran her palm over it, letting the material slide off her head. Making a claw-like shape with her hand, she dragged her fingers through her hair to ruffle her messy golden tresses to remove the excess static clinging to her scalp and her shoulders.
Adjusting the dark grey pea coat tucked underneath her arm, she let out an exasperated sigh and slumped over to her seat in the front row. She wasted no time in unfolding her seat and fell into it with an ungraceful thump. She placed her jacket over the unoccupied folded seat beside her and tugged the messenger bag off her shoulder, shoving it into the chair only to have it slip through the large gap between the front and the back of the seat.
"Fuck." She hissed in annoyance as she pushed herself over the armrest to her left to retrieve it from the proverbial blackhole that was the oversized gap between the back and front of the folded chair. Pressing her lips together in concentration, she stretched her hand down with a grunt, searching for the strap to pull it out.
"Need a hand?" A thick accented voice said above her.
Her eyes widened at the sound of his voice, her eyebrows arching into her forehead at his unexpected appearance. She looked ahead and was immediately greeted with a pair of knees attached to legs enclosed in a pair of tan slacks. Tilting her head up, her eyes roamed the length of the figure standing above her noting the forest green v-neck sweater sitting over a plain white tee and completed with a brownish red corduroy overcoat.
She gave him a sheepish smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes fell upon the hypnotizing blue of his eyes adorned with thick lashes and a dark heavy brow, which was currently raised in interest at her peculiar behavior.
Her mouth parted slightly as he dug his teeth into his lip and stuck out his chin emphasizing the hard line in his jaw. She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly incapable of rational thought with him standing over her in all of his charming mystique that he had openly chosen to unleash upon her at that very moment.
He studied the faint glisten in her pale green eyes, his tongue darting out subconsciously to wet his bottom lip. "Emma?" Professor Jones nodded curtly toward her to get her attention.
"Huh?" She drew out the sound, letting it painfully echo in her ears. "Wha— What?" She shook herself out of her daze.
"I was asking if you needed some help." He tilted his head, an analytical expression coloring his face. "You seem to be struggling. Here. Allow me to assist you." He offered, dropping his bag to the floor and bent down into a squatting position before her.
With a cheeky smirk, he batted his lashes toward her and slipped his hand underneath the chair to retrieve her bag. "Here you are, love." He looked down at the bag then back up at her, enjoying the stunned expression crossing her face.
"You know, at this point someone might want to offer their thanks." He prompted with a curious tilt of his head.
"Thanks." She managed to choke out, all of the air rushing out of her lungs as the faint word slipped from her mouth. "Thank you." Emma said, more confidently this time as she righted herself in her seat and bent over to take her bag from him.
She inhaled sharply as her hand grazed his, letting his familiar touch soak into her skin. His hand lingered for far too long, so long that she could count the seconds that ticked by before its removal. Her eyes fluttered closed, the breath catching in her throat and completely oblivious to the folded piece of paper being shoved into her lap during the momentary distraction.
Retracting his hand from hers, he slowly stood to his feet. Her eyes flew open, tilting her head up until her chin was hanging in the air to look at him overhead. His hand was curled around the back of her seat, nearly caging her in with his body.
A teasing grin tugged at his lips as he brought his warm palm against her leg and gently patted the note he had left for her. "I must say you look positively radiant today, love." He husked, his voice dropping into a low sensual gravel.
She lowered her eyes to her attire, tucking her chin into her chest to see the maroon colored sweater clinging to her white tank top that had been washed so many times it had lost its refreshing tone. In her haste, she had topped it off with a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of brown riding boots.
Was he blind? It would explain an awful lot.
He leaned forward until his chest was mere inches from her face, he captured her chin and lifted it up, checking briefly to make sure no one had noticed their unusual interaction. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, he lowered his lips to her ear, letting his warm breath sweep over her ear.
"However, I'd prefer you naked writhing in pleasure." He retracted himself from her upon his final word, reveling in the effect his tawdry words had on her. At the sound of students cramming themselves into the room, his eyes flitted to his students in acknowledgement and pushed himself from her seat. "See you later, love."
She released all the breath she had in her lungs as she watched him walk away from her, knowing he was acutely aware of the way her eyes flashed to the shape of his ass hugging his slacks as he strode over to the computer. She could practically feel the cocky smile radiating off his lips without even witnessing it for herself.
Pressing her lips together, she snapped her head to the side and tried to refocus her thoughts but the feather light wad of paper prevented it. Closing her eyes, she let out a shallow shaky breath to calm her nerves and reached down for the handwritten note he had all but brazenly shoved in her crotch.
Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she reached for her bag and lifted the flap open to bring out her laptop. Raising her laptop with one hand, she slowly brought the table up and locked in place before sitting her computer on top of it. She flung open the lid, letting the angle conceal the bottom half of her face as she typed in her password to unlock it.
She looked up at him from the top of her laptop, watching as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair beside him. Emma retrained her sight toward the screen and loaded the school website, her finger hovering over the built-in mouse pad before clicking onto the class page.
Emma navigated to the syllabus with one hand while gripping the note in the other, her thumb sliding against the crisp edges, skirting the danger of receiving a papercut from her growing curiosity.
She began to scroll down vigorously until she reached this week's lesson plan and she shuttered expectantly in her seat when the words 'Sex Acts: What Consistutes as Intercourse?'
Shifting in her seat slightly, she rolled her head up to peek up over her laptop to see him glancing over toward her suspiciously. Her eyes widened and she dipped her head back down with a long drawn out sigh at the lesson that appeared next to today's date.
Her eyes darted into the paper resting in her hand and she slumped into her seat, making herself as small as possible as she turned it over between her hands. The paper was folded tightly into a symmetrical square and had her name scrawled across it in a neat script that belonged to her professor.
Adjusting herself in her seat, she pushed her legs out and unfolded the note. She bulked in confusion at the words on the page. For a note with so few words, it articulated an awful lot. She didn't know what she had been expecting — he wasn't the love note type — but she sure as hell didn't anticipate looking at a sexual bucket list.
Or was it an individual lesson plan, especially designed for her? She gulped at the possibility and inwardly cursed her racing heart at the promise of what it meant.
Jesus.
Sitting in the very center of the page, a line skipped for every item on the list, were the most obscene words she had ever read:
-Blow Job
-Vaginal Sex
-Cowgirl
-Sixty-Nine
-Doggie-Style
-Bareback
-Anal Fingering
-Anal Sex
-Edging
-Rimming
-Felching
-Bondage
-Mutual Masturbation
-Queening
This wasn't a lesson plan — it was a goddamned checklist that resembled a sexual bingo card. She paled at the realization, all the color draining from her face in the instance of the discovery. She didn't even know what half of these terms were. All she knew was that all the blood in her body seemed to be rushing straight to her clit upon reading it.
She sank further into her seat, dropping the list into her lap with a languid exhale and waited for the earth to swallow her up. As more bodies filled the room and passed her by, she shielded her embarrassment with a hand above her brows.
How the hell was she supposed to sit through another one of his sexually charged and wildly explicit lectures with this burning a hole in her brain? It was like he knew just the right buttons to push to make her uncomfortable. Sure, she was wildly curious as to what each of them entailed, but looking at it sitting in a room full of her peers was just daunting.
She could feel his stare boring into her, soaking her in his crude intent. She didn't even need to look up to see his wayward glances over the stack of papers he was absentmindedly shuffling through. It was as if he needed something to do because there seemed to be no real motivation behind the action other than to occupy his thoughts.
Her eyes darted upward as someone passed in front of her and took the seat next to hers. Pushing herself upright in her seat using the armrests on either side of her, she shifted in her seat to relieve the quickening persistent ache building between her thighs. She tried to focus on anything but the pleased smirk on his face, but she was drawn to him and avoidance was impossible.
Glancing around the room awkwardly just to make sure that no one was paying attention to her painfully obvious sexual distress, she carefully folded the paper back into its original state and shoved it into her back pocket for safekeeping.
"We're going to give everyone another two minutes and then we will get started." He informed those sitting in the lecture hall anxiously waiting for class to begin.
She could feel her eyes lingering a little too long, burdened further by the arousal soaking her panties. If a comfortable position to stifle the throbbing in her clit existed, she was one hundred percent sure that Lewis and Clark couldn't find it.
"Okay." Professor Jones announced, clapping his hands together and then rubbing his palms in anticipation for the start of the lesson. "I want to start out today's lecture by posing a question." He walked out in front of the table, pushing the sleeves of his sweat over his elbow.
"Now, I don't want you to overthink it…" He alluded, thrusting his hands in his pockets as he paced at the front of the room in front of his students. "What is sex in all of its simplicity?" He proposed, glancing around the room to register the class' reaction to his question. "Can someone define it?" He wondered, his arms hovering in the air as he spoke.
Professor Jones made eye contact with a person toward the back of the lecture hall and pointed toward them. "You."
"A sexual act performed between two consensual adults." The female student provided.
"And more than two, or less…" He added with a tilt of his head as he rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide his unprofessional grin. "Who agrees with her?" He looked out into the crowd, searching the sea of faces as one by one students rose their hands.
"Okay, so the majority of you." He acknowledged. "Well, by textbook definition, I would say that is pretty damn close. That is if we were just considering sex as a physical act rather than an emotional and psychological one."
"In reference to this particular class, it is the derivative of pleasure though any emotional, physical, mental, visual stimuli. We often put sexual acts in a box or want to use these umbrella terms to define it. I want to eliminate that box." He waved his hand as he crossed in front of the left side of the classroom.
"Sex is an individual experience and means something different to everyone, so I want everyone to challenge themselves to come up with a definition that best describes what you think sex is. Post it to the discussion board and have a healthy debate on the subject, and I will be engaging with you so don't be boring." He said, earning him a muffled chuckle from the class.
"Now for the purpose of today's lesson, we are going to go one step further and go over what constitutes a 'physical' sexual act and the human sexual response to particular stimuli. But more importantly, you get to see your professor stumble over sexual linguistics courtesy of Urban Dictionary." He told them, wiggling his eyebrows slightly for dramatic effect before heading over to dim the lights and lower the projector.
Professor Jones steps behind the computer, looking back at the screen to make sure he started the powerpoint correctly. "Okay. So we are going to start with the most basic sexual acts and decidedly the one most frequently associated with the term 'sex' — and that is sexual intercourse."
"Sexual intercourse boils down to 'insertion' in its most simplest terms. Specifically, the penetration of the male sex organ into the female sex organ." He explained plainly. "This is decidedly constiuted as a heterosexual act, even by today's modern standards. But I'd like to think we've progressed as sexual beings enough to know that 'sexual intercourse' applies to homosexual couples as well. Webster has yet to respond to my request."
The class laughed at the display of intellectual humor while waiting for the next slide. "This is why I want you to define this for yourselves. It is open to interpretation and I am rather curious to hear your thoughts." He continued on before moving back over to the computer and clicking the space bar on the keyboard to bring up the next slide.
"There are several different positions that bring about pleasure, but I didn't minor in the kamasutra so this is just a list of general terms." He said nonchalantly, taking a glance up at the slide.
Her eyes widened, a gasp catching in her throat as her eyes soaked up each term. She recognized a few on the list and their accompanying depictions verified her suspicions. There they were in black and white — "cowgirl" and "doggy-style."
"I find the urban terms to be a little childish for my taste. Almost as if they were made up by a sexually repressed 35 year-old. But I will let you be the judge." He assessed with a slight exasperated laugh on his breath.
"That brings us to anal sex—" He announced, bringing up the next slide in the presentation.
Emma blanched at the tone of his words and she found her eyes drifting toward the paper burning a hole in her pocket.
"Anal sex is just anal penetration." Professor Jones said matter of factly. "This is mostly done via the male sex organ, and or by sexual aids." He lectured, looking out in the dark at the range of expressions to the course material. "However, only males are capable of achieving orgasm soully by anal penetration given the existance of the prostate."
"Professor?" Someone called out.
"Yes?" He responded, leaning forward on his toes curiously.
"By sexual aids you mean—"
"Yes." He pointed a finger into the air and maneuvered to the next slide. "You are one step ahead of me." He shook his head in amusement as he brought up a few images of what Emma presumed to be sex toys, however she couldn't even begin to imagine what they were used for.
"Women who wish to engage in anal sex with a female partner ordinarilly use a device known as a strap-on. It is a sling that holds a dildo into place and is used to penetrate one's partner. Additionally, women can use it on a male partner as well." His eyes flashed toward Emma's, a devious glint in his blue eyes caught in the light streaming in from the projector overhead.
"But anal sex can apply to many different forms of stimulation, including smaller objects used for anal stimulation. We have an anal plug, which can be inserted with the help of lube — and I cannot stress this enough. All anal play should be done with an anal lubricant. A trip to the ER or tears in the rectum are not desirable." He winced to emphasize his point. "Please don't let stupidity ruin something that is supposed to be pleasurable and fun. I don't want that experience to turn you off of something. Just be safe."
"Also do not insert objects that aren't made for your body. I go back to the point about the ER visit. Do you really want to explain why you have something stuck inside you? Don't be the person who has to explain that. You're going to look like an idiot." He tacked on for good measure before shifting gears. "Lastly, there are anal beads. Each strand begins with a small bead and works its way up inside. The variety in size allows for different sensations when inserted and withdrawn."
"Additionally, one can also penetrate the arse with well-lubricated fingers or a tongue." He addressed the class, raising a curious brow when he heard a few students express their obvious distaste. "One shouldn't be deterred from exploring this area of their body. When done correctly it can be quite pleasurable for both parties involved. And when I say 'correctly' I do mean listening to your partner — keep that line of communication open — make sure the area is clean and well prepped, and do not switch back and forth between vaginal and anal penetration because it can cause infection."
Jesus Christ.
Her cheeks were on fire to the point where she couldn't even feel her face any longer. Every word that left his mouth had a clear effect on her mind and body. He was like a puppeteer of pleasure, pulling her strings taunt and making her body dance under his command.
She could barely wrap her mind around all the things he wanted to do to her — his explicit explanations only served to make her more sensitive than she already was. She could feel the moisture sliding down her thighs, a reminder that when it came to him, she had no control over her own body.
"And now we bring a few fun sexual terms — first is 'rimming.' Rimming or a 'rim job' is the process of using the tongue to stimulate the anus. Now, I'm a psychology professor, not a pornographer. If you want technique you are going to have to research it on your own. Very similarly we have 'felching,' which is the act of ejaculating inside the anus and then proceeding to use one's tongue to divest the organ of the substance."
Emma could feel the room spinning, as if his words were sucking all of the oxygen from the air. Her sex was tightening and pulsing incessantly, each new sexual discovery stirring something deep inside of her. She choked, gasping slightly as her fingers curled around the edge of the table, slowly losing her grip on herself with every passing second.
Reaching for the hair tie secured around her wrist, she quickly threw her hair up and shoved herself out of her seat. She shuffled herself to the nearest door and proceeded to exit the classroom.
Killian's head snapped toward her hasty exit, a look of concern coloring his expression. He couldn't just stop the lecture now to tend to her. Not only would it be sudden and unprofessional, but extremely obvious given the loud bang the door made behind her that drew every eye in the room in that direction. He glanced up at the clock at the end of the room, making note of the time and resigned himself to finishing the lecture as quickly as possible.
The sexual frustration was burning its way through her, a helpless grip on her body that was desperate to be released. Breathing shallowly, she broke into a slight run down the hallway toward the women's bathroom. She shoved her entire body against the door as she pushed it open and stepped inside, letting the door slowly shut behind her.
With mouth parted, she rubbed her palms down her face with a long drawn out sigh. Dropping her arms to her sides, she lifted her head toward the ceiling to see one of the light fixtures blinking above her. She raked her nails through the hair at the top of her scalp while she waved the other in her face to eradicate some of the heat wreaking havoc on her body.
She walked over to one of the sinks and pushed her bangs out of her face to inspect her appearance in the mirror. Her entire face was flushed pink, she could even see the color disappearing underneath the neckline of her sweater. There was a fine sheen of sweat shining on her skin and her pupils were dilated to the point where there was little color remaining around the irises.
Leaning back to give her access to the faucet, she bunched the material of her sweater and turned on the tap. She ran her hand over the running water, inspecting the temperature as it began to go from hot to cold. When it reached a manageable temperature, she cupped her hands and arched forward, collecting the water and splashing it onto her heated skin.
Each splash of cool water to her face gave her little reprieve, the scarlet hue in her cheeks that radiated through her body creating a fever that was impossible to break without immediate intervention.
She turned the faucet off and flicked her wet fingers before wiping the remainder on her jeans. She paced back and forth in front of the stalls lined to the left of her apprehensively, debating her next move. If she didn't find relief soon she was worried she was going to combust from the pent up pressure.
After a few moments of silent contemplation, she moved toward the stall and placed her palm against the door when the sound of the bathroom door opening redirected her attention. She backed away from the stall and bowed her head, refusing to make eye contact with the girl that made her way to the furthest stall in the row.
Great.
She inwardly cursed, her fingernails digging into her palms so hard that they left a visible imprint. Gritting her teeth, she fidgeted where she stood. She could feel the frustrated tears fill her eyes and trained them toward the ceiling to keep them from falling. Her shoulders sagged in mild relief when she heard the toilet flush and the door to the stall open behind her.
The girl who left the stall lifted a bemused brow at her frantic state and offered her a tight lipped smile as she approached the sink to wash her hands. "Are you alright?" She asked, looking at Emma's reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah. Fine." She croaked.
"Is there someone you want me to call?" The girl asked her as she jerked the soap dispenser to release a foamy liquid into her hand that she immediately began rubbing over her palms.
"No. No." She shook her head as she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "I'm fine." She reiterated.
"Okay." The girl shrugged, disbelieving and spent the remaining time washing her hands in silence. "Good luck." She told Emma as she propped her foot on the level of the trash can to deposit her used towel and then exited the bathroom leaving Emma by herself.
Craning her neck, she waited for the door to close behind her before resuming her internal debate — to fuck or not to fuck? That was indeed a question she thought she would find herself in at this very moment in time.
Shifting her head toward the stall in front of her, she stared it down as if it had wronged her in a past life and shook her head. "Fuck." She cursed, flailing her body about in frustration over her current situation before stomping inside the open stall and shuttering herself inside.
Was she actually going to do this?
She could hear the sound of the lock securing in place echoing through the bathroom and she cringed at the sound that resembled a close range gunshot — not that she had any clue what it actually sounded like but she imagined it was something that closely resembled what she had just heard.
Who wouldn't have reservations about fucking themselves in a public place? Let alone, a whole ass bathroom located in a place she spent an awful lot of money to be in. What the hell was wrong with her? It was deviant — surely she could wait to get back to her dorm room, or better yet her professor's office to relieve herself.
No — no she couldn't.
Her breath coming out in short pants, she threw herself against the wall of the stall, and furiously began to undo the fastening of her jeans. Starting with the button, she pushed it from its hole and lowered the zipper before shoving her jeans until they comfortably brunched underneath her ass.
Slumping further against the wall, she angled her hips and slowly lowered her hand until it slipped underneath the elastic waistband of her panties. She tensed as her fingers grazed her mound and gasped as her fingers traced through her slick folds. She was disgustingly wet, and had been that way long before class had even started.
She inhaled sharply as her fingers skimmed over her heated core, barely edging her opening before slipping a single one inside of her. She arched against her finger, sliding it in and out of her tight wet heat as her thumb caressed her clit. Sobbing silently, she slapped her palm against the wall behind her as she added a second finger to the probing mix.
Biting her lip to conceal the whine that threatened to leave her mouth the moment she curved her fingers inside herself, she thrust into her touch, riding the pleasure of her fingers. Every movement, every brush of her fingers against herself was a desperate plea to release the tension in her body.
Her head fell back against the wall for purchase as she worked her fingers inside of herself, her thumb circling her clit hopelessly. The pressure was painful at this point, her toes curling in her boots at the possibility of falling, but her actions proved fruitless. She began to cry and pout, each stroke betraying her with its merciless taunt for fulfilment. She bucked and keened to no avail, each rut of her hips yielding nothing and bringing her no closer to her finish.
At the sound of the bathroom door swinging open with a painful squeak, her eyes widened in horror and she immediately retracted her fingers. Bracing herself against the wall, she breathed deeply as the footsteps approached her stall with a painful slowness. Her heart skipped a panicked beat when the shadow of a pair of feet underneath the door to the stall appeared.
"Lass?" She heard the distinct lilting voice of her professor come from the other side of the door.
She breathed out a sigh of relief, her hand falling to her chest to settle her erratic heartbeat while the other clamped over her mouth.
"Lass? Emma?" He whispered, dropping his ear to the door. "Are you alright, love?" He asked sincerely, concern evident in his accented words. "Emma, please. Just answer me. Let me know you are alright."
She whimpered, the troubled sound reverberating through his ears and causing him a considerable amount of distress. "Emma." He tapped on the stall door. "Unlock the door. I'm coming in."
Dropping her head against the wall behind her, she let a few frustrated tears roll down her cheeks as she slid her hand against the lock and pushed it free.
Turning his head from left to right to make sure no one was coming, he slipped inside the cramped space and locked the door shut behind him. He turned in the stall, making his body as small as possible and placed his back against the opposite wall.
What he saw when he turned was a sight like no other. Fresh tears streaked her flushed cheeks, a tormented expression colored her face, her golden mane was wild and untamed, falling out of the rubber band on top of her head. Her jeans had been shrugged down to her knees exposing the defined dark patch staining the outside of her panties, with some of the moisture derived from her cunt spreading to her inner thighs.
"Oh, darling." He cocked a displeased brow at her curious position as he stroked his palm over his mouth while he inspected her. "Just look at you… do you need some help, love?" He offered, his voice dropping into a low husk as he crowded her, caging her in with his body.
Her eyes closed at their proximity, enjoying the heat radiating off his body. "Please." She whined breathlessly, tilting her pelvis toward him in anticipation. "It hurts. It hurts so bad." Emma whimpered in frustration, inhaling rapidly as she cried.
"Shhhh. Shhhh." He hushed her, trying to calm her down with a soothing voice. His eyes flashed toward hers, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips before lowering them down to the exposed skin of her collarbone.
She gasped at the contact, his lips sliding against her skin hotly as she rubbed herself wantonly against him, silently communicating where she needed his attention most.
"You are going to have to be quiet." He grinned into her flesh, his hot breath caressing her skin gently. "Do you think you can do that for me?" He looked up at her expectantly, watching in rapture at the aggravation in her face.
"Please… please… please." She chanted desperately, tossing her head from side to side, sliding up and down the wall of the stall behind her. She shuddered when she felt his hand clamp over her mouth, a breathy moan vibrating against his open palm as he rolled his hips into hers.
He searched her face, an amused laugh bubbling in his throat at the sight of how wrecked and needy she was for him. "Shhh. Shhh." He brought his finger to his lips and gave a singular shake of his head.
Lowering his hand from his lips, he wound his fingers in her hair and tugged her forward until her face was flushed with his. "Are you going to be a good girl and let me help you, or do I need to keep you gagged by my hand?" He asked pointedly, studying her wild expression.
She screamed into his palm, tears pricking her eyes as she wriggled against him. "Please." She cried, her plea muffled against his hand.
A cocky smile broke out across his face and he could help but lick his lips at the wanton display. "Seeing as though you seem to have little self control over the volume of your voice, you've left me no choice." He chided, scolding her like an elementary school teacher to its misbehaving student.
"Go ahead love, let me hear you scream because only I will be able to hear you." He taunted darkly, digging his teeth into his lip as he cocked his head to the side. "Now." Killian breathed out, his fingers brushing the edge of the waistband of her panties. "Let's see how wet you are for me, aye?"
"But first—" He curled his fingers into one side of her panties and dragged them down before repeating the action with the other side until they fell above the area where her jeans were resting.
Emma gasped into his palm, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at the liberating feeling of finally being relieved of the burden that prevented him access to where she needed him. She spread her legs for him, as far as they could without tripping over the jeans keeping her in place.
"Good girl." He praised with a slight hiss of approval. Parting his mouth in anticipation, he glided his fingers through her quivering lower lips, soaking them in her essence. "Tell me you weren't sitting in my classroom like this the entire time. Good God, lass." He mused, awestruck by how soaked she was.
"You are positively drenched. Look at yourself." He brought his glistening fingers into view for her to see. "Do you see that?" He rubbed his pointer and middle finger against his thumb to demonstrate how sticky they were.
She whined under his hand, shifting miserably under his inquiry.
"What has you so worked up, darling?" He wondered with a mischievous smirk. "Let's play a game… you like games don't you? Nod so that I know you understand me."
She blinked back a few unshed tears and nodded her head obediently.
"Good girl." He whispered in a low throaty rasp as his fingers resumed their exploration between her splayed thighs. "It's a guessing game of sorts…" He alluded dangerously, each word making his probing touch seer into her slick flesh.
"I am going to name off a sexual act — something I urgently want to do with you and see how wet you get. If I guess right, you get to come. Does that sound fair?" He explained the rules of the game as if he were reading it off the rule book included in the game of Monopoly.
She blinked rapidly and nodded her head in reply.
"Good girl. My apt pupil." He commended with a wry smile. "Now, remind me. What was the first item on that list…" He made a show of pretending to search for the word on the tip of his tongue as his fingers swept over her folds, teasing her entrance but refusing to slip inside.
"Oh, that's right." He chuckled lowly, shaking his head with mirth. "It was you on your lovely knees with your lovely mouth wrapped around my cock. Is that what you want, love? You want my cock?"
She cried out, the crude words slipping unbidden from his mouth accompanied by his twitching hand against her aching sex unbearable.
"No. It wasn't that." He discerned, tilting his head in contemplation as he tried to read her expression. "But I can feel how excited that made you. Shall I try again?" He suggested, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to hear her answer as he continued to work her up into a frenzy.
Emma responded by thrusting herself up into his hand and was met with the arm that was attached to the hand that shielded her mouth from the world across her chest, holding her into place.
"Was it the thought of feeling me inside you? Filling you up until you beg me to move?" He insinuated, brushing the pad of his thumb against her clit with a feather light touch.
He could hear her breathing escalate until his questioning gaze and he smiled at the torture that crossed her features. "No, but something tells me I am getting closer—" He said the last word on a contented sigh that mirrored her own when he pressed a finger inside of her.
Lowering his head to her neck, he began to press a few kisses to the skin there as she writhed against him. "Was it my tongue?" He husked, smiling sensuously against her flesh as he began to slide his finger in and out of her tight wet heat. Licking the hollow of her neck to test her reaction to it, he added a second finger and began to tease her in long languid strokes.
He felt her clench around his fingers at the thought of his tongue and he smiled to himself. "Aye. My tongue." Killian acknowledged, picking up his pace inside her and reveling in the delicious noises she made into his palm. "But if I recall correctly, there were two places I wanted to put that particular appendage…" He hummed, arching a goading brow.
"Tell me love… was it here?" Killian asked playfully as he twisted his digits inside her, brushing the most sensitive part of her cunt that had her rolling her hips against him. "Because I've already had you here." He remembered, hearing her breath hitch in her throat as his thumb lightly circled her clit.
She whined against his palm, nearly hypervenelating as he withdrew his fingers and slid them across her inner thigh, leaving a messy trail of her arousal in his wake.
He flashed her a deviant smirk, his arm sliding around her as he leaned forward to caress the rounded globe of her ass. He let his hand linger for a beat or two before seeking out the seam between each cheek and running his finger down the length of it until he reached her puckered hole.
The moan that vibrated against his hand was positively sinful, the most debutched thing he had ever had the pleasure of hearing. It was a sound that he yearned to replicate — to comply with her every whim, to awaken her deepest desires, to oversee her pleasure, and to aid in her sexual exploration.
Killian groaned at the debauched and embarrassed expression that crossed her face as he brushed the pad of his thumb delicately over the rim of her ass. "You want this?" He couldn't wipe the cocky expression off his face as he circled her opening. He was almost exasperated with the knowledge that she craved him there.
"You naughty girl." He laughed breathlessly. "I haven't even had your cunt yet and already you want me to take your lovely arse? You never cease to surprise me." He tortured her with a few teasing swiped of his thumb and then retreated back to her quivering sex.
"You did so well." He commended sweetly, returning his middle finger back to her sopping depths and pumping it in and out of her. "Would you like your reward now?" He asked, his eyes flashing with undue desire.
She nodded fervently, keening wildly against him when he pushed a second finger inside of her, working them in tandem while his thumb sought her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her back slamming against the wall behind her as she thrust herself up into his touch.
"My God, you are so wet—" He mused hotedly, his thumb sliding diligently over her clit. "Are you imagining my tongue inside your tight little arse?" He hummed amidly, narrowing his eyes as he took in the pleasure crossing her face. He could sense she was close.
"Do you want me to lick you there? My tongue circling that tight ring of muscle?" He teased sinfully, his voice positively dripping with raw sex. "Or do you want to take me up your ass until I come inside of you?" He felt her tense against him and continued his ministrations. "Do you want me to fill you up with my come and have me lick it out of you? Does that excite you?"
As soon as the words left his lips, he felt her grip his fingers tightly, a fresh wave of moisture coating his fingers as her orgasm crashed over her. She was screaming into his hand, her body convulsing violently against him as wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure seized her.
"That's it, darling." He coached her through her climax, urging her to ride his fingers until the pleasure in her body subsided. "God, you did so good." He complimented hoarsely. "You are bloody gorgeous when you come for me." He admired with a sensual rasp.
Once her tremors had significantly subsided, he removed his hand and let her slump against him. Taking her into his arms, his hand rubbed soothing circles against her lower back while she cried softly into his chest from being overwhelmed by the sexual encounter. "It's alright." He whispered gently into her sweaty hair in an attempt to calm her.
That just made her weep harder and the raw display of emotion plagued him. "Shhh. Shhh. I've got you." He reminded her softly, his eyes widening slightly. "Let's take this back to my office, aye?" He suggested, tilting his head down to look at her.
She sniffled and nodded. Dragging her face from his sweater, she quickly dabbed at the moisture gathered underneath her eyes. Too preoccupied with righting herself, she barely had time to register her professor's peculiar position until he was already on his knees in front of her, his eyes flashing deviously up at her.
Her eyebrow shot up in surprise and she drew a ragged breath, tilting her head up toward the ceiling as he played with the waistband of her panties. Although panties wasn't the most apt description for the small triangle of fabric that covered her sex.
"These are quite flimsy, Swan." He observed, cocking his head to the side in interest as he crooked a finger into the lacy material and tugged it to test its elasticity. "Well they are no good now. You've bloody ruined them." His lips curved into a sly smile as his thumb lightly stroked the darkened patch of fabric. "Do you mind if I hold onto these? For academic purposes of course."
"Oh-kay—"
The words had barely left her mouth when she heard an audible rip. Her mouth gaped as she looked down to see his teeth latched on the lace to hold in place while he used his hands to break the seam apart.
"You know you could have just—" She swallowed, her chest heaving as he repeated the action with the other side and caught the ruined pair of underwear before it was able to make a break for it.
Sinking back against the wall behind her, she gulped, watching him ball the fabric in his fist before shoving it into his back pocket. She released a few languid breaths, her eyes closing of their own accord as he began to push her jeans back up her legs, slowly picking himself up from the ground the closer he got to her hips.
He used both of his hands to grip the waistband of her jeans and jerked the material unexpectedly with a slight chuckle at her sharp exhale, and proceeded to fasten them.
"You are a little too good at that." She noted, her voice hoarse from the screams he had captured in the palm of his hand. "Do you—" She swallowed hard before continuing her line of questioning. "Do you often find yourself in the position of dressing a woman?"
His face split into an appealing grin, his head bowed to concentrate on zipping her jeans a little harshly than he had intended. His eyes tilted upward, finding hers instantly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Her eyes searched his, suddenly feeling impossibly more naked than she had just a few moments ago. "Yes." She stammered softly, hypnotized and lost in the depths of his blue eyes.
"Good. Curiosity is good." He let out a short breathless laugh as he rolled down her sweater, straightening the fabric over her jeans. "Let's adjourn to my office. We shant tempt fate anymore than we already have." He looked about the bathroom stall, suddenly all too aware of their current location.
She tugged her lower lip into her mouth, clamping down on it with her teeth and nodded her agreement. She watched as he reached around in front of her and pried open the lock, ducking his head out to make sure the coast was clear before maneuvering the door open as much as he could in the cramped space.
"Wait—" She placed a hand on his chest to still him. "My stuff." She recalled in a blind panic.
"It's fine." He told her with a curt nod.
"What do you mean it's fine!" She shrieked, suddenly worried that a student had stolen her belongings and they were now on their way to the nearest pawn shop — or worse — some pervert was now going through all the files on her computer and jacking off to her selfies.
"I mean. I've taken care of it." He let out an exasperated sigh, scratching behind his ear nervously at the volume of her voice. "I don't really wish to explain this half standing out in the open of the women's toilets, can we go?"
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." She shook her head, rubbing her temples as he shoved his way through the opening before dashing to the sink to quickly wash his hands. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, she placed herself against it, breathing in deeply to steel her nerves while watching him wash up out of the corner of her eye.
She caught his reflection in the mirror and rolled herself over to lean the side of her body into the opening of the stall.
"See you in a few, lass." He gave her a subtle wink and flipped off the faucet. He flicked the excess moisture from his hands and without a further exchange of words left the bathroom.
Her eyes broadened as she silently reflected on the last few minutes of her life and her hands flew into her hair to tame the static clinging at the top of her head. "Jesus." She breathed out before huffing and rolling up her sleeves.
Trudging over to the sink until her body hit the edge of the counter, she lowered her head and began to wash her hands furiously. She took some time to splash some cool water on her face and then adjusted her dilapidated appearance before shortly exiting the bathroom.
When she entered the hall, she was startled by the lack of human presence that normally culminated outside of the classrooms situated across from the lecture hall. She slipped the rest of the way out and let the door close behind her with a start despite anticipating the sound.
Her eyes darted from left to right, her palms held out in front of her as a precaution while she slowly inched her way down the hallway in the direction of the elevator. She followed the faded pink and yellow tile to the out of place corridor that could hardly be considered a hallway given the only thing tucked away inside of it was the out of place elevator.
She gave the imposing mode of transportation a curious glare and strode toward it. Standing before it, she leaned forward and hit the 'up' button with her elbow as she fidgeted impatiently for the doors to swing open.
She chewed on her nails anxiously, her foot tapping nervously in place as she counted down the dings of the elevator until it finally reached the ground floor. "Fucking finally." She muttered in relief to herself as the doors opened. She didn't even wait for them to open all the way to shove herself inside and aggressively hit the button that would take her up to the third floor.
Pushing herself against the back of the elevator with a huff, she impatiently waited for the elevator to carry her off to her destination. The doors were just about to close when an arm shoved its way through them and pried them back open.
Her hand flew to her chest, startled by the action only to visibly relax when they opened to reveal the person to whom the arm belonged.
"Sorry, I got held up." The familiar lilt of her sexual psychology professor rang through her ears. He gave her a modest smile and stepped over the threshold of the elevator, and turned his back toward her to push the button.
"I've already—" She stammered, shifting nervously as her hands gripped the railing behind her.
"I see that." He replied and pushed the button to shut the elevator doors to signal it to ascend the levels of the building.
Emma rubbed her cheek against her shoulder, side-eying the man in front of her. His head was trained toward the numbers flashing on the wall while they traveled up and he was standing shoulder width apart.
His corduroy blazer had returned to his shoulders, but was covered by her familiar messenger bag in addition to his own leather one and both their winter coats tucked underneath his arm. They stood in an agonizing silence and the only thing that managed to break it was the sound of the doors opening up onto the third floor. Without as much as a peep from him, he nodded toward the exit, prompting her to follow him down the hallway leading to his office.
It was starting to become a frequent location for them — one that had been the scene of many firsts for her. Probably far less than him — a thought that had been eating away at her over the last several minutes. Sure, her impossibly handsome and sexy professor had several years and countless experiences over her, but what did that mean in regards to their whatever the hell this was?
He was a professor of sexual psychology with massive stores of sexual knowledge at his fingertips and she was one hundred percent sure it wasn't just limited to his studies. Unraveling his torrid past seemed daunting, but it was one that she intended to uncover and glean whatever she could from it.
He didn't appear to be a man who spent his academic life buried in books about sex. No. He was out there living it. And here she was — as timid and apprehensive as can be by his intimidating sexual exploits.
Far too lost in thought, she barely noticed that he had already unlocked the door to his office and was holding the door open for her to step inside, flipping the lights on in the process. Shaking her head to relieve herself of her thoughts, she crossed inside and looked around the familiar space.
She looked over her shoulder at the sound of the door slamming shut and the lock clicking into place followed by their bags hitting the floor and their coats being thrown against the chair next to her.
He gave her no indication, no preparation, and no warning when he turned her around and brought his lips down on hers. Despite the unanticipated action, she gave into his kiss, letting the curve of his lips latch onto hers.
She mewled in pleasure as his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head to angle his lips against hers. His other arm wrapped around her body, his fingers sweeping against her spine and hauling her against him so she could feel his obvious need for her brush against her thigh.
She moaned into his mouth, allowing him to capture the heady sound and swallow it down his throat as he grinded himself against her. The sensation shot a bolt of pleasure straight through her and she reciprocated by rolling her hips against his.
He smiled against her lips, reveling in the way she shuttered in anticipation against him. Her response to his attention was enticing — mesmerizing even from both an intellectual perspective and a pleasurable one.
She rocked forward, pressing herself against him for more contact while her hands drifted underneath his jacket and began to slide it off his shoulders. The jacket hit the floor noiselessly and he immediately stepped backward, taking the hem of his sweat and hoisting it over his head along with his t-shirt that clung statically to it.
The sight of his bare chest left her breathless, and she found herself wondering if she would ever tire of it. She felt helpless against his thrall, his body doing everything in its power to bring her to her knees.
Her heart skipped a beat in her chest as he closed the distance between them, his eyes meeting hers in a heated stare before cupping her jaw and brushing her lips with his. She devoured his kiss, chasing his lips down with a voracious appetite.
Sighing into his mouth, she continued to press her lips against his as his tongue swept past the seam of her lips to tangle with hers. She swayed slightly under the feeling of his tongue lightly caressing the inside of her mouth.
It was dizzying, each pass of his tongue making her fall deeper and deeper under his seductive charms. She was helpless to stop it — resistance futile given the way she was melting into the touch of his lips on hers.
She whined as his lips slipped from hers, her fingers digging into his firm shoulders as his lips dragged across her neck. She shivered when she felt his fingers skim her curves delicately from underneath her sweater while beginning to push the material up her torso.
Dragging her sweater up underneath her chin, he held it in place to dart his fingers across the wire of her bra that cupped her breasts. She hummed as his fingers danced across her skin and rounded her back to stroke up the length of her back.
His fingers settled against the fastening over her bra and in one fluid motion, he unlatched it letting her bra sag against her chest. With his cheek pressed against hers, he nuzzled her skin, inhaling her deeply. "Lift for me love. Let me see you." He requested, his voice broken by his desire for her.
She did as he bid, holding her breath while lifting her hands over her head so he could divest her of her sweater. The lustful determination in the deep blues of his eyes paralyzed her to the point she couldn't even think, his expression disappearing along with her sweater as it was pushed over her head.
He stepped forward, dragging his hands over her shoulder blades until his finger dipped underneath her bra straps. His lips traced the sensitive skin of her collarbone, raking his teeth against her flesh as he drew the straps of her bra down her arms.
As if on instinct, she wriggled against him feverishly to shake the bra off her body. She swallowed a scream of pleasure as his lips fastened around a particularly fleshy part of her neck and bit down hard, sucking it into his mouth.
She arched into him, the top half off her body brushing against his. The feel of her puckered nipples sliding against the planes of his chest set her on fire. His skin upon hers felt like a raging inferno of passion. Her head was swimming — everything in her body demanded his attention, needing him to fill a void inside her.
By the time he released his lips from her neck she was burning, something haughty and frantic bubbling up inside her as her fingertips explored the muscles in his upper arms. A moan caught in her throat as he trailed hot sloppy kisses along body, inching toward the valley of her newly exposed breasts that were just aching to be touched.
He leaned forward, capturing her nipple between his lips and suckled gently causing her fingers to thrust themselves into his hair to hold him there. She tossed her head back as he diligently lapped at the puckered bud while his thumb delicately brushed against its neglected twin.
She could barely stand it, every sensation he was eliciting from her body purposeful in its intent. "Killian, please." She keened, his first name falling from her lips worshipfully.
The way she said his name was almost too much. It was like he was hearing it for the first time and he was already desperate to hear it again. "Again." He murmured against the curve of her breast, his lips lingering against her heaving bosom. "My name. Say it again." He begged, inwardly groaning at the prospect of hearing it once more.
"Professor Jones." She moaned, her nails scraping against his scalp as his tongue circled her erect bud.
"No." He whispered gruffly, retracting himself from her breast causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. "My first name, darling." He asserted, his thumb still working her nipple to attention.
Emma threw her head back, hugging him closer to her body. "Killian!" She cried out his name that felt like a foreign language on her tongue, but God did it feel so right.
"Jesus, lass." He released a guttural moan as he rutted against her, far too turned on by the sound of his own name falling desperately from her perfect pink lips. "You are going to be the death of me." He told her, his eyes seering into hers as he clutched the back of her neck to hold her gaze with his.
Wrapping his arm firmly around her upper back, he pressed his lips to hers and slowly began to walk them backward toward the sofa situated to the left of his desk. She was caught up in the heat of everything, the drag of his skin against hers, the pressure of his lips on hers that she would fall off a cliff at the mere prospect of having him.
She crossed her hands at the back of his shoulders, winding her fingers in his hair as she canted her head, kissing him back in kind. The kiss broke when she felt the backs of her knees hit the edge of the sofa and she stumbled back onto it.
He moved onto the sofa with her, a knee on either side of her body as he slowly lowered her to lay on her back against the loveseat. She sank into the worn black leather sofa with an elongated sigh, her blonde hair fanning out around her.
He lifted his leg over her hip to straddle her and gave her a teasing thrust, a smirk breaking out over his handsome face at the moan it provoked from her. Stretching his arm over her chest, he brought his hand slowly down over the length of her body, groaning appreciatively.
She moaned, arching herself against him and he let out a breathless laugh at her impatience. He jerked his pelvis up from the cradle of her thighs, raising himself up to work the fastenings of his trousers free.
She gasped, her eyes widening at the sight and she turned her head as his pants sagged against his hips. Her entire body was tingling, a numbness flowing through her as she began to sweat profusely.
Her professor sank back down, covering her body with his. His lips found her neck, kissing her pulse as he rolled his hips teasingly against hers. He brought his hands between them, plucking at the button closure of her jeans until it gave way under his command then drew the zipper down granting him access to what lay beneath the denim.
"God, I can't wait to be inside you." He murmured hotly into her skin, his fingers darting underneath her opened jeans to stroke her wet flesh.
Her eyes flew open at his words, her uneven breathing coming out in harsh panicked pants. "No—" She gasped, wriggling underneath him and lightly pushing himself from her to still his movements against her.
Killian poked his head up, his eyes immediately finding hers to witness the unease in her eyes, which were glistening with unshed tears. "Emma, are you—"
"No. No." She repeated vehemently, seizing his wrist and removing his touch from her body. "I'm not ready." Emma's voice sounded choked and worried as she shoved him off of her. "Please." She cried in discomfort.
Concern and confusion colored his face but he moved off of her, giving her enough room to position herself into a seated position only to be taken off guard when she threw herself off the sofa.
"Emma—" He got up from the sofa, reaching out toward her with caution to comfort her. "Emma can we talk—"
Emma flinched away from his touch, the tears building in her eyes as she sniffled, sucking them back to keep them from falling. "I said I'm not ready!" She insisted, shrugging away from him and rushing toward her discarded sweater on the floor.
"Emma, don't. Let's just talk about this." He attempted to reason with her, watching as she collected her sweater off the ground and haphazardly shoved it over her head.
She needed to get out of there — and she needed to get out of there right the fuck now.
She tucked one sleeve into the hole and then the other, avoiding eye contact with him as she did so. With her sweater barely on her body, she grabbed her coat and snatched up her messenger bag from the floor.
His eyes went wide at the realization that she was trying to flee. He had to know what she was thinking. "Emma, you have to talk to me. I needed to know what's going through your mind right now." He insisted, looking up at her as he hurriedly tried to secure his pants to his hips.
He heard the lock turn and the door push open. "Emma? Emma, wait!" He called out to her, pressing his lips together as he zipped his pants. Snapping his head up, he was just in time to see her slip out of his office, her quick footsteps growing fainter with every agonizing second that passed by until the door slammed shut.
He paced the length of his office, his hands pulling at his hair while the thoughts in his mind raced. "Fuck." He growled in annoyance with himself.
AN- I don't even consider over 10,000 words long anymore. Not after my Dashing Pirate chapters. I don't even think I am capable of doing a chapter under that. I'm scared to do a one-shot now after all these MCs. You guys probably don't even really read my one-shots. Oh, well. Hope you liked it and sorry for the very long delay while I was working (still working) on Dashing Pirate. But to be continued… I hope you all liked the cliff-hanger. Like I said I've been trying to make this as realistic as possible and I think some of you or a majority of you will be able to relate to the debate about losing your virginity, and this fic is going to explore that.