Chapter Thirteen

I followed him. No, I trailed after him, tripping on his heels, eager to finally get my jollies in his storeroom… something I'd been fantasizing about since that very first Occlumency accident.

Which is why I was disappointed when he grabbed a new jar of Doxy wings and turned to leave. I stopped in the dark little room, which was just big enough that I couldn't quite touch the sides when I stretched my arms out. It was cool and smelled powdery, like an old spice cabinet, and I desperately wanted to get taken up against the wall by Snape, goddamnit.

He turned back to look at me from the doorway. "Ms. Granger?"

I cleared my throat. "Yessir?"

"Aren't you coming?"

"I'd rather hoped to, yes." I tried to give him a significant stare.

Snape set the jar down and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not sure what you're implying. You're going to have to spell it out for me, Ms. Granger." He cocked his head to the left, watching me with those dark eyes.

"Please, sir." I whispered, mortified and delighted that he was making me say it. "Please fuck me in the Potions storeroom." I licked my lips.

"Out of the question."

"But—"

"Ms. Granger, I am your teacher. I teach. That's a trust I'd never break. Everything I've done for you up to now has only been to help improve your focus." Severus raised his eyebrows and smirked a challenge. "Surely you don't expect me to be so selfish as to bend you over that stool over there," he nodded to a metal stool with a wooden top in the corner, "and fuck you senseless?"

Oh, the bastard. I knew I couldn't say yes, that that was exactly what I wanted. Exactly. I was wet and shaky for it, and I wanted to be bent over that stool immediately and taken good and hard. But he'd changed the game, and if I asked for it, he'd tell me no.

"Professor," I gasped. "I know that you are an honorable man, and you would never ever take advantage of me like that. But," I bit my lip and peeked at him. "I was hoping you could teach me. Teach me to please a man? What if I were to find myself in a similar situation in the future? Will you show me what to do?"

He barked a laugh which he quickly changed into a cough. "So, it's all in the name of teaching then, Ms. Granger?"

"Oh yes, sir. I'd really love it if you'd teach me to suck your cock, Professor. I'm quite sure only you could teach me to do it properly."

Severus's eyes burned as he nodded slowly. "Very well. However, if I waste my valuable time to teach you this, I want you to apply yourself with the same level of dedication that you do to all of your studies. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Granger?"

I nodded, feeling the anticipatory thud of blood between my legs. Snape seated himself slowly on the metal stool and spread his legs wide, pulling the wool of his trousers tighter against his erection. It jutted out obscenely, and I felt gleeful that it was mine all mine. He conjured a pillow on the floor before him. "Now, if you would please take your place?"

I crashed to my knees in front of him and leaned forward, rubbing my face on the wool of his placket, smelling the musky sent of him. I looked up at him and dragged my tongue up the front. "What first, Professor?" I nipped him a little as I waited for his answer.

"Reach up and undo my buttons. Softly!" he yelped as I caught him with my nail as I worked his trouser buttons. I unbuttoned them one by one until all four were loose, and with every one, a bit more of his lovely, rock-hard cock peeked out. "Now wrap your hand around the shaft and pull it forward gently."

I whispered a lubrication spell—guess Ronald did teach me at least one thing—and grasped his cock. He gasped. "Something tells me that you have done a bit of studying ahead of time, Ms. Granger."

I was done with the game. I leaned forward and swallowed him down to his root. I let my hand coast along with my mouth, as I worked his length, giving a light twist as I got to the tip. Severus's head fell back to rest against one of the shelves in the storeroom. "Yesss," he groaned. "Harder. Squeeze harder. Swallow around the tip."

He tasted salty and musky, and his pre-come stung the back of my throat. It was messy, lubrication and saliva coating my hands and mouth, and I'd never been more turned on in my life. Watching this strong and individualistic man toss his head back and bite his lip, hips flexing gently, made me feel powerful.

"Hermione," he groaned, forgetting our little play. "Hermione." His hand burrowed into my curls, and he opened his eyes, his intense gaze capturing mine. "Suck me, Hermione." The connection was intense, and I moaned deep in my throat before continuing to work his shaft. My left hand reached under to cup his balls. My eyes never left his.

"Stop, STOP," he cried and pulled me off his cock by the hair. A string of spit and pre-come pulled between my bottom lip and the tip of his cock. Severus shuddered. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your quim."

I was torn between the intensely arousing image of him losing control in my mouth, and the desire to be fucked. I whimpered, beyond thought and just said, "Severus, please."

He lifted me up off my knees, standing himself. "I need a moment. Lean forward. Put your chest on the stool." I complied and felt him flip my skirt up around my waist. "Hermione," his voice was strangled. "You're so wet." He ran his finger between the cheeks of my ass and pressed gently against my hole. "Even your thighs." He dragged his finger in the ticklish creases between my thighs and my quim. I heard him licking his fingers.

I looked over my shoulder. His face was flushed, and he pulled his fingers from his mouth only to reach back between my legs. He kneeled down behind me and licked me through my panties. His hands came up and grasped the back of my thighs, spreading me wider. His nose was buried in my cunt when he whispered a word against me, and I felt my panties vanish.

"Severus, I'm a lick away from coming, and you had better be buried balls deep in me when I do," I said, severely.

He nodded and stood, dropping his robes off his shoulders and pushing his unbuttoned pants down just low enough for comfort. "Hold onto the chair," he said and reached forward to rest one hand on a shelf. I grasped the foot rest. With one hand he aligned himself and slid into me. I went up on my tiptoes to take him deeper, moaning.

"God, you feel so good." He leaned down and licked my spine, coming up and snapping his hips.

"Yes. Again."

He pulled out and pressed in tight, tight, tight. Faster and faster, but always pressing deep with a little twist at the end. Ten thrusts. That's all it took, and I came, squealing.

Three more times, and I felt him spurt deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and ground tight against me, bucking and shuddering.

In the aftermath, all I could hear were our shaky breaths in that dark, small room. Severus ran a hand down my sweaty back. "Good girl," he said. "Good girl."

He held me on his lap in his office for a long time. What had started as a dirty fantasy, had become something which shook us both. We didn't talk about it.