I feel like a fucking crackhead jonesin’ for a hit. It’s Wednesday morning, and my hands shake as I get dressed for the day. My phone buzzes on my nightstand and I groan as I reach for it. I haven’t received a text from her in two days, and I haven’t talked to her on the phone in weeks. She’s the last person I want to think about right now, not when I have Ines on the brain.

Sounds good. I reply quickly before slipping my phone back into my pocket.

That means I have one full weekend before she returns. I haven’t had sex since Danielle blew into town for one night and then left the country. I’m surprised her trip is being cut a little short, although I shouldn’t be. Her schedule has never been predictable—unlike mine.

Slipping behind the wheel of my car, I head toward the faculty parking lot and find my spot. Hurrying toward my classroom, I take my briefcase and begin to unload it once I’ve reached my desk. My palms are sweaty at the thought of seeing Ines again today. Not only will she be in this classroom in the next thirty minutes, but later she’ll be alone in my office.

I shouldn’t be as excited as I am, and I feel a bit creepy, but there’s just something about her that has me feeling again. I can’t remember the last time I felt much of anything other than occasional guilt, and anger. Thrilling excitement, happiness, and anticipation, those are emotions that have been lost to me for some time. I’m glad to have them return, even if it is for the wrong reason, or for a situation that can never be.

The students begin to file into the classroom, I hold my breath, waiting for Ines to grace me with her presence. I feel a wave of disappointment wash over me when there is only a minute before my lecture begins and she hasn’t arrived yet. Then, my breath is stolen from me, as she waltzes in and slips into her chair.

She’s wearing another low cut, skin-tight top, and equally tight jeans. I’m afraid to stand from my seat, knowing my cock is growing stiff at the sight of her. Ines’ long hair is pulled up into some messy knot on top of her head, and she looks as if she’s makeup-free. She looks even more beautiful today than she did on Monday.

Clearing my throat, I begin my lecture. I have to divert my gaze from her the entire class time. If I look anywhere near her, I’ll stare, and my cock will go hard. I hope that whatever this reaction is, that it goes away soon. I can’t imagine feeling this way for the rest of the semester.

The rest of the class goes by fine. I remind them that their paper on Kepler’s Laws of Planetary Motion is due on Friday. Then I leave, quickly. I have an hour before my office hours begin. I need to grab something to eat and try to calm my dick down before Ines arrives.

The hour flies by, and I find myself behind my desk, in my office with my knee bouncing in anticipation. When the door opens, I suck in a breath only to let it out on a growl. It’s my perfect student who can’t handle a B. I shouldn’t be so irrationally irritated with him, but the only person I wish to see right now is Ines.

“I just… when we do this paper, sir. Will you have any extra credit available?” he asks with a sniffle.

Wrapping my hand around the back of my neck I give myself a squeeze. “No extra credit, kid. Now, when I give the midterm, I will have an extra credit question that you can answer,” I offer. I make myself a note to actually do that, so that I don’t turn myself into a liar.

“Thank you, sir,” he practically cries.

I watch him walk away, only to have his presence, replaced with Ines’. If I thought she was beautiful walking into my classroom a few hours ago, I was a fool. Standing in front of me, so close that I could almost touch her, she’s fucking breathtaking.

She reaches over my desk slightly, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage, as she lays her paper down in front of me. “How are you doing? You look better today,” I murmur, not looking down at her paper, but instead into her caramel eyes.

“I’m doing much better,” she blushes.

I want to pull her over the desk and kiss her, defile her every way imaginable. I don’t. To keep my hands from doing just that, I take the paper and a pen, busying them both. I begin to read. This paper is already better than the first one she turned in. I can tell that she really tried.

A sense of pride fills me at the idea of her working hard to impress me. Maybe I’m reading way too much into it, she is at least twenty-five years younger than I am. She probably views me as some old man.

Once I’ve made the corrections, I glance up at her. She’s got her teeth pressing into her bottom lip, her caramel colored eyes are focused on me and her brows are knit together. She looks so fucking nervous that it’s absolutely downright adorable.

“Ines,” I say. She jumps slightly and it takes everything inside of me not to chuckle. “This is much better,” I announce, keeping my voice gentle and low. “I made a few notes of where you could expand your thoughts, but if I were grading it with no changes made, as is, I would give it a healthy C.”

I watch as her eyes light up, fuck, she looks even more excited than she did on Monday. I want her. I want to be inside of her, to touch her, and feel her. I want to make that look appear on her face, over and over again. I’ve never wanted anything so damn bad in all of my life.

Ines stands and claps her hands together, causing my gaze to drop to her tits, which are pushed together even more. My nostrils flare at the sight. I can’t help but imagine what my cock would look like sandwiched in the middle of them.

“Professor Jacobson?” she whispers.

I lift my eyes back up to meet hers. Her cheeks are pink with obvious embarrassment. I feel like a jackass, like a perverted old man. I think about apologizing, trying to form the words that I should be telling her when she starts to walk toward me. I watch in awe as she skirts around my desk. Turning in my chair to face her, I slowly stand.

There’s something about the way he’s looking at me. Something that makes it clearly obvious he sees me as more than just some dumb student of his. Maybe I am dumb for thinking that his blue gaze is anything other than a man simply appreciating a woman who is in front of him.

Isn’t that why I wore this tank top, anyway? For him to notice, and appreciate the way it hugged my body?

Or these jeans that are so tight, without the Lycra in them, I wouldn’t be able to breathe? So that he would see every curve of my body?

Without thinking about it, I walk around his desk, closer to where he’s sitting. Slowly, he stands and my head tips back to look into his eyes. When he’s in the front of his class, all I know is that they’re blue, but up close I can see them perfectly. They’re almost a turquoise color with flecks of white speckled throughout. They’re absolutely gorgeous.

“Ines,” he warns, lifting his hand and cupping my cheek. I let out a shaky breath. My eyes focused on his, unable to break away from his intense gaze. “You shouldn’t be here, like this.”

I think about his words for only a split second. I shouldn’t be here, standing this close to him. I shouldn’t have worn something that would flaunt my body in front of him. I did it, and I did it with intent, even if it was subconsciously.

Rising to the balls of my toes I press my lips against his as my response. When he doesn’t kiss me back, when he doesn’t do anything, but stand there, frozen in shock, I take a step back. Only, as soon as I try to pull away from him, his hand wraps around my waist and he tugs me against his chest. His tongue traces my lips and I open for him.

Something bursts around us, something shifts in the air. I press one of my hands to his chest and feel his muscle jump beneath my fingertips before sliding it up and around his neck. The hand not gripping tightly around my waist presses to the center of my back and forces me to arch closer to him. I whimper when my breasts smash against his chest. My nipples are so hard, I’m sure he can feel them through his shirt.

I whimper, again, as his tongue tastes me, swirls through my mouth, slowly and with purpose he consumes me. I move my fingers slightly, to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets out a groan then suddenly lifts his head and takes a step back from me.

He runs his hand over his face, and I can’t stop the wave of embarrassment that washes over me. I know my face has turned a bright shade of red, and I can feel the heat rising in my skin. I turn around and scramble to the door. With my hand on the knob, I start to tug it open, but it slams closed and I feel the heat from his body close behind me. He’s almost touching me.

“Lock the door, Ines,” he murmurs his mouth almost touching my ear.

I flip the lock and stay frozen in my spot, unsure of what to do next. My breath is shallow, and my body breaks out in a light sheen of sweat. I’m on the edge, full of anticipation, and feeling dangerously naughty. I’ve not really been a rule breaker before, not to an extreme, and this feels like just being in this room, with the door locked, and his hot breath behind me—it feels like I’m breaking all of the fucking rules.

His mouth touches the side of my neck as his hand slips around my waist and presses against my stomach. A thrill runs up my spine when his hand slowly slides up to cup my breast. I moan when he squeezes me over my shirt. His hand is hot, I can feel it through the fabric of my top and bra. I wish he would touch my skin, I bet his touch would feel fantastic.

“When you come, you’ll call me Thomas,” he hums.

I lift my arm and reach up behind me, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pushing my breast into his grip a little more. He lets out a groan and I feel his hard length against the crack of my ass. Thomas’ tongue tastes my neck while his hand tugs my shirt and bra cup down, exposing my breast.

I’m unable to hold back a cry when he plucks my nipple with his fingers. He does it again, tugging a little harder and I press my thighs together. It feels so good, that pinch of pain, and my pussy pulses each time he delivers it.

His hand slips from my waist to the button of my jeans. He tugs them open and then slowly pulls my zipper down, his fingers rolling my nipple, while his mouth tastes my neck. It’s too much, too many sensations happening all at once. I feel like my head is in a fog. I can’t concentrate on any one thing that’s happening, and when he shoves his hands down my panties and his finger gently touches my center, I cry out.

“Christ, yes, angel eyes,” he growls against my skin.

My hips jerk against his fingers as he slowly slides them inside of me. I let out a heavy breath, enjoying the way he fills me. I almost sag back against him, it just feels that good. His lips suck and nip up my neck until his mouth is against the shell of my ear.

“Let me see those pretty brown eyes, Ines,” he grunts.

Lifting my head slightly off of his shoulder, I turn my head and look directly into his eyes. With one hand still manipulating my breast, the other he begins to gently move. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his palm pressing against my clit. I’ve never felt so naughty, and so excited, in my entire life.

My fingers tighten in his hair, tugging on the strands when my hips begin to roll and meet his fingers. I let out a moan, then gasp, unable to control myself. “So gorgeous, Ines, are you going to come for me? You’re so fucking tight, so wet, so warm,” he groans.

“Thomas,” I rasp when my thighs start to shake.

I’m so incredibly close that I can’t say anything else. Thomas leans down and presses his lips to mine, not kissing me, just touching his mouth to my own. “Come all over me, angel eyes. Show me how badly you want me.”

I let out a low sob, careful not to be too loud as I do exactly what he’s urged me to do. I come all over his fingers. He groans and fills my mouth with his tongue, fucking me with his fingers and his tongue simultaneously. When he’s finished kissing me, he gently removes his fingers from inside of my panties but doesn’t step away, his forehead presses against mine and he just breathes.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he states. I don’t say anything, once again feeling nothing but embarrassment. The hand on my breast gives me a gentle squeeze before he continues. “However, I can’t pretend that I didn’t like it and that I don’t want more.”

I turn around in his arms, one boob still out of my top, my pants unbuttoned and pushed over my hips a little. I place my hands on either side of his neck. His turquoise eyes open and there’s a sadness there that I didn’t see before.

“I liked it, and I want more too,” I admit.

He shakes his head. “Not only am I no good for you, I’m too fucking old for you, and I’m your professor,” he grunts.

Sliding my hands around his neck, I press my body against his chest and tip my head back so that I can continue to look into his eyes. “You don’t look too old,” I grin.

He grunts, giving me a smirk. “I am, rest assured.”

Giving him my biggest, brightest smile, I whisper, “I don’t know, I think you know what you’re doing. I’d like to find out more.”

He groans, flexing his hips so that I feel his hard length pressing against my belly. I reach between us to unbutton his pants. I feel like I should repay the orgasm. “Next time, angel eyes,” he grins, wrapping his fingers around my wrist.

Lifting my hands, I press them flat against his chest, feeling his muscles jump yet again. “When will that be?” I ask, tipping my head to the side.

He grins, dipping his chin he presses his lips against mine. I open and allow his tongue inside. He tastes me, much like he did earlier, with long languid strokes. Then he ends the kiss, almost prematurely for my taste and nibbles my bottom lip. “Go to dinner with me Friday night.”

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Give me your number, I’ll text you where to meet me and what time.”

Stepping away from him, I fix my top and my jeans before I open up my backpack. Taking my phone out, I unlock it, then hand it over to him. I watch as he presses a bunch of buttons and then slips it back in my hand. “Friday?” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine.

“Friday,” I nod.

I leave his office, and although I’m a bit confused about what’s just happened, that doesn’t begin to diminish the pure sense of excitement I feel. My cheeks blush just thinking about what we did back in his office.

I want so much more.

I’ve never felt this way about a guy before, and I know he’s older than I am, but I think that I like that. I think that he’s calm, and in a great place, maybe that’s exactly what I need. I have been feeling a little like I’ve been spiraling out of control since moving here. Having some sort of grounding stability could only help me.

I’m probably overthinking it all.