DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections.

Sophie's POV

That night, I could barely sleep, my mind going crazy with memories of the sex with the professor. The more I thought of it, the more I found it hard to believe. The first time I'd seen him, a day after I transferred to the school, I'd realized immediately that I wanted him. He stood out among everyone else, earning my undiluted attention like no one else did.

There and then, I'd decided I wanted him. But after the first few days at the school, I realized that might be harder than I'd thought. Then came the preparation for the ceremony and the perfect opportunity presented itself when I was alone with him in his office, waiting for his instructions on what he needed me to do at the ceremony.

Before I was aware of it, my hand slid down to my thigh, the same way Professor Hayes' hand had done. Chuckling to myself, I rolled to the other side of my bed. I could still feel his touch, I could still feel his cock inside me, warm, hard, and demanding.

Then I remembered what he'd said before finally giving me what I'd been craving for.

"Just this one time, Sophie."

At that moment, I'd been okay with that, but now that I thought of it, I knew I had lied when I agreed with him. After having him inside me like that, I was far from being satisfied. Instead, my hunger has heightened. I wanted him again. And I was going to get him.

With that in mind, I closed my eyes and let myself be snatched away by the tender hands of sleep. The next morning, after taking my bath, I headed to my closet, my mind already carrying an image of what I was looking for.

Searching for only a few minutes, I found it. The short, red gown that I'd gotten from a discount sale a year ago and I'd worn only once. I'd been waiting for the perfect reason to wear it again and I now had one. Taking the dress, I walked over to the front of my large mirror, then I held it against my body, admiring the reflection in the mirror.

I closed my eyes briefly, allowing my mind to wander a little. An image of Professor Hayes sliding the dress of my thigh filled my mind and my heart beat a little faster. Determined, I put on the gown, then I grabbed my large black coat before finally leaving the house.

When I got to school an hour later, I headed straight to the professor's office. Having no class until late in the afternoon, I had the whole morning to myself. And I intended to put it to intense use.

As I got closer to the professor's office, my heart started racing in anticipation. Once I was in front of the door, I paused and glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was watching.

Then I put my hand into the pocket of my coat and removed the key I'd borrowed from Professor Hayes' desk when he wasn't looking. Smiling to myself, I unlocked the door and allowed myself into the office.

It was empty, just like I expected. Professor Hayes was in class at that moment and he wouldn't be free until after an hour. But I was fine with waiting. The sacrifice was worth the reward that would come after.

After locking the door, I went to sit in his chair, waiting patiently as the minutes went by. Almost an hour later, I heard someone approaching. From the footsteps, I could already tell that he was the one.

My heart jumped with joy and I pressed my thighs together, trying to suppress the heat that wanted to form between them. A key turned in the lock moments later and the door opened.

"...yeah, Rob. I'll have it ready by tomorrow afternoon," Professor Hayes was saying as he walked in. "I'm about to get busy right now and I won't be done till night or so. It depends on how fast I am. I'll pro-"

He froze when he saw me, the rest of his words dying in his mouth.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in surprise. His eyes darted around the office, as if checking to see if I was alone.

"Hi, Professor," I said with a smile and rose from the chair.

"Uhm, lemme call you later, Rob," he said into the phone and hung up immediately. His phone disappeared into his pocket afterwards.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, then a frown appeared on his face. "Wait, how did you even get in here?"

"You don't need to worry about that, sir." I got to his front and put my arms around his neck.

His hands came up immediately, as if he'd been stung by something, and he removed my hands from his neck. "I already told you. That was a one time thing. You need to leave now."

Stepping sideways, he pointed to the door.

I glanced at the door, then I looked back at him. My lips curved into a smile and I grabbed my coat and slipped it off my shoulders. His eyes followed it as it fell soundlessly to the floor.

"Are you sure you want me to leave?" I asked. Slowly, I caressed my lips with my tongue, then I brought one finger up to my chin and began tracing a line downwards.

Professor Hayes swallowed quickly, then he said, "Yes, Sophie, you need to go."

"Fine," I said with feigned resignation. "But first..." I moved closer to him until our chests were almost touching each other. His own was rising and falling as fast as mine was and I noticed the veins in his hands straining, as if he was forcing them to remain in place.

Looking straight into his eyes, I took one of his hands and guided it to the middle of my thighs.

"Are you sure you still want me to leave?" I asked, my voice close to a whisper. Parting my legs slightly, I led his hand under my gown and all the way up to my warm entrance.

His eyes widened as he realized that I wasn't wearing anything under the gown. Grinning wickedly, I pushed his hand up even further.

"Fuck," he muttered, while also releasing the breath he was holding. Through his eyes, I saw his resolve weaken and his pupils darken before his lips came crashing down on mine.