The weekend was over entirely too fast. Another Monday and another chance to embarrass herself in front of Professor Clark. No matter how much she wanted to call him Hudson, she tried her best to remember to refer to him as only Professor Clark. It helped her gain perspective about their situation, though she had to admit that she was failing miserably at forgetting about him. She dreamed about him nightly, her inexperienced mind repeatedly picturing all the things he’d done to her. She had no privacy to even touch herself, her roommate being an obnoxious brat with sensitive hearing. Reagan was afraid to even give it a try while Lydia was asleep. The mortification of being caught masturbating would be enough to ruin her life forever. More than she’d already ruined it, she should say.

She made a concentrated effort to ignore him when she was in his class. Language arts had always been easy for her and she didn't need to ask questions. She took studious notes, and so far, she’d already read everything before it was assigned to her. She turned her homework in the second she walked in the door, extremely grateful for the basket on the table by the door that was specifically for turning in work. She wondered more than once if he’d used that in the past or if it was a new thing to help him avoid her.

Then there was what she had come to refer to as the incident. It was the Wednesday after she met Davis and Luna, and she was hurrying down the hall between her classes when she ran into him. There was a throng of students pushing their way through to get where they were going so it wasn't as if Reagan was the only girl in the hallway. It was just that fate enjoyed playing cruel jokes on Reagan, clearly. Hudson was coming around the corner with a full mug of coffee in his hand—suicide for a professor in a busy college, honestly—and he barreled straight into Reagan.

“Oof!” she grunted, followed by, “Ow, ow, ow.” His scalding hot coffee was now covering her entire chest and a little bit further down her short, jersey-knit dress.

“Why didn’t you watch where you were going?” he nearly shouted at her. Of all the people he could plow into, it just figured it was Reagan freaking Hughes.

She stared at him in astonishment. “You mean like straight ahead down the hall where I’m heading?”

Her eyes were narrowed and on fire as she squared off with him. Hudson wanted her more than anything. “You’re wet,” he said, crude images bombarding his mind at that statement.

“Yeah, well, who made me that way?” Reagan murmured.

Hudson realized he was in the middle of a dire situation. Reagan was causing him to become turned on in the middle of the packed hallway where anyone could see his erection behind the seam of his zipper placket. “Come with me, Miss Hughes.”

He turned abruptly and walked off, and Reagan struggled to keep up with him. She knew without asking that they were going to his office. When he ushered her inside and locked the door behind himself, she dropped her bag on the floor and faced him in a sopping wet dress and denim jacket.

“What are you doing to me?” he cried as he strode the short distance to where she stood across the room and pulled her jacket off her shoulders. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, burning from the heat of her mouth pressed against his own. She was so short, so young, so everything he didn't need. But he wanted her so badly he couldn't see straight. His cock was straining against his trousers, hard as steel just being in her presence. He’d struggled with seeing her several days a week and knowing they couldn't be together.

Their wet clothes smashed together in an uncomfortable way, causing him to take a step back. “I don't know what to do to help you clean up.”

“I can’t do anything but go back to my dorm and change.” She glanced at the clock over his head. “I’m already late for class.”

“I didn't mean to run into you. I was daydreaming and I should have known better than to even be in the hall between classes. Forgive me, for that and for the kiss. It was inappropriate.”

“I haven't got the words for how inappropriate I want to be with you, Hudson.”

He groaned. “You can't say things like that to me.”

She took a step closer. “I can see how turned on you are. I can see your huge cock begging for me to take it out of your pants. I know you would love a blowjob, wouldn't you, Professor?” She didn't even know where she got the courage to speak to him in such a manner, but she was almost positive she had an inner whore that had been awakened by having sex with him the first time.

“Good God.” He closed his eyes and tried to remind himself exactly why he wasn't allowed to take her up on that offer. When he opened his eyes, she was right in front of him.

“Come on, Hudson. You and I both know our attraction for each other isn’t dimming. If anything, it’s getting stronger. I can’t think of anything but riding your big, thick cock.” She fondled her breasts while Hudson tried to subdue his lust at her words. He failed spectacularly. “I dream of you every night. I can’t even touch myself to cure the ache you left me with because I’m never alone.”

“Fuck.”

She was right there, right there, and he didn't want to hold back. Not this time, not right now. He would undoubtedly regret his decision, but for once he didn’t give a fuck.

“Tell me how you want it, Reagan. Say the words.”

“At this point, I don't care. I just need you to fuck me until I don't ache anymore.”

He ran his hand through his hair before backing her up to his desk. He didn't have a solid plan in mind, but he started by running his hand up under her dress. She parted her legs to allow him to reach her dripping pussy. They both groaned as he came into contact with her heated flesh. She gripped his arms while he leaned down to capture her lips again, immediately snaking his tongue into her mouth. She was so responsive, so talkative. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself in check before he turned into an animal that rutted into her with no regard for her needs.

Reagan bit her lip as she came hard. It was everything she’d been wanting and missing since that night with him. Lust was a new experience for her, but she couldn't imagine that it was like that for every person, every time. There was no way she’d ever feel the same way for another man. With trembling legs she peeled her dress over her head and stood before him in a damp bra and a ruined thong.

“Son of a bitch, Reagan. Turn around and let me see that ass.”

His moan was loud and long as she did what he asked. Her body was so beautiful, so curvy and just right. He couldn't decide if he should rub her ass or if he should pull out his dick. His dick won out, but only because he needed to run it over her ass and then he could touch her all he wanted. He pushed her shoulders forward and she braced against the bookshelf in front of her. Reagan heard his zipper go down and felt him hard and wet at the tip as he stroked himself and rubbed his thick cock over her skin. Her instincts told her to be careful not to be loud, but it was so hard not to cry out at all of the sensations building inside her. One orgasm wasn't enough. She needed him inside her, moving in and out and filling her up.

“Jesus, Hudson, please. I need you inside me so badly.”

“I know you do, baby. You need this cock inside your wet pussy, don’t you?”

She was going to die if he didn't fuck her, that was all there was to it.

He finally stopped rubbing himself over her ass and parted her cheeks to stroke down. At almost the last minute, he remembered to pull out his wallet and fish out a condom. He wanted to feel her bare and without anything between them, but he also knew this would have to be the last time. There was no point asking her to go on birth control for him when he couldn't be with her again after this.

“Are you ready, Reagan?” he asked as he finished putting the condom on and moved back to her. She was bent over at the waist, and he actually thought she looked uncomfortable. “If you don’t want it this way, we can try something else.”

She huffed out a huge breath. “If you don’t get over here and fuck me right now, exactly like this, I’m going to walk out of this room and leave you high and dry!”

He chuckled at her vehemence. “All right, sex kitten. Calm down.”

In all honesty, he wanted her from behind. He loved her ass and wanted to spank her like he’d done before. He didn't waste very much time, just ran his hands over her one more time before spreading her out so he could see everything and then pushed inside her.

“Oh, my fucking god,” she whimpered. She couldn't believe it was actually better than their last time.

“Oh, Reagan.” He kept his voice lowered as he pulled back and pushed into her again. She was clearly clamping her mouth shut, if the sounds she was repressing were any indication. It was too bad; he’d love to hear her good and loud, shouting his name. “Yes, baby, move with me.” He encouraged her to meet his thrusts with backward movements of her own. She pushed on the shelf every time he came forward until they had a strong and fast rhythm going. He was going to make her come again, there was no doubt about that, but Reagan wanted to see how it would feel if she touched herself while he was inside her. She had no idea it would send sparks of fire and lightning down to her toes. Her muffled cries grew and her fingers moved faster against her clit. He spanked her lightly, aware of how loud it would be if he did it too hard. His pounding into her was already the loudest thing in the room, and she briefly worried the professor in the next office over would be able to hear it.

She couldn't help the strangled moan that worked its way up her throat and out of her mouth. She came harder than all the times previously in her entire life, her knees buckling and her legs clamping down on her fingers. She couldn't catch her breath for a second, and she realized she’d forced him out of her body.

“Come here.”

It was a demand, not a request, but she wasn't about to complain. Hudson sat in his desk chair, his pants still up but his cock free and shiny from her juices. She looked at the condom and wished for the fourth time that he didn't have to use one. Reagan leaned over his seated form, sweating and feeling wonderful, and unbuttoned his wet shirt. She pulled his tie loose and tossed it over his shoulder as she straddled him, holding the armrest to steady herself as she slipped one foot at a time on either side of him in the holes between the seat and the arms of the chair. She realized that she could control things with that position. She sank down slowly, aware that she’d come twice and was basically done but that he was still holding onto his sanity by a thread. She kissed him, her bra barely holding in her large breasts, and linked her hands behind his head. She lifted, using a combination of her thigh muscles and her feet to push off the floor she could barely reach. Hudson reached over the side of the chair and used the pedal to drop the seat as low as it would go. Suddenly, she could reach the floor better, and she set a fast up and down pace that caused her tits to bounce in his face.

There was no way he was going to last. She was fucking glorious, and he’d wanted her for too long. He grabbed onto her ass and held her down as he came in hot spurts that she could feel through the condom. She rested her head against his shoulder, shifting a bit to kiss his neck.

“This can’t happen again.”

She picked her head up and frowned. “I realize it’s against the rules, but if we—”

“No.”

Surprised by the venom that had seeped into his voice so soon after fucking her, she realized that she’d played right into his hands. He wanted her body, but he didn't want her.

“I see how it is. I’m good for a tryst in your office, a taste of the forbidden, but in the long run your career is more important than making a lasting connection.”

Reagan climbed awkwardly off his lap, her pussy deliciously sore and her head spinning. She grabbed for her clothes, pulling on the cold, wet dress and then her jacket, jerking it closed and quickly buttoning it to cover the stain.

She refused to cry. She wouldn't give him the goddamn satisfaction. She picked up her bag and didn't bother to see if he was pulled together before she unlocked the door and flung it open.

There was nobody around, but she couldn't keep her tears in for long. She was crying by the time she turned the very corner where he’d run into her.

“Hey, are you all right?”

Reagan froze. It was an adult, not a student. She looked up at the person in front of her, and she couldn't tell if he was faculty or a prof. “I failed this morning’s test,” she wailed, hoping he’d buy it and let her go home.

“You must be a freshman,” he said with a roll of the eyes. Reagan frowned. “You think everything is the end of the world. One test is no big deal. Your professor might even let you retake it.”

“I promise that’s not going to happen. He’s a heartless asshole.”

“Sorry, but I’m sure you’ll be fine. Study harder next time.”

She wanted to flip him off, but instead she walked past him and out the door into the sunshine. She was doing the walk of shame all the way back to her dorm, but she was going to hold her head high the rest of the year and stay the fuck away from Professor Dickhead.