My Off-limits Professor... But He's Mine
Chapter 1
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The cacophony of the Blackwood College hallway bled through the heavy oak door-a chaotic symphony of slamming lockers, shrill laughter, and the distinctive squeak of sneakers on linoleum. Inside the office, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of old paper. Adrian Vale sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, his knuckles white where he gripped the edges of the blotter. Across from him stood a female student, her posture eager, her voice a droning hum about extra credit and thesis statements that Adrian struggled to process.
His focus was shattered, dragged violently downward by the wet, insistent heat engulfing his cock.
Under the desk, hidden in the shadowed cavern between Adrian's thighs, Ryder Knight knelt. The star hockey player, the campus playboy, the man who made a habit of ruining GPAs and hearts alike, was currently doing his level best to ruin Adrian's career. Ryder's mouth was a sinful weapon, his tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive head of Adrian's dick, tracing the leaking slit with a precision that made Adrian's vision blur.
Adrian bit the inside of his cheek hard, the coppery taste of blood blooming to ground him. He couldn't kick Ryder out-not now, not with the girl watching. He couldn't make a sound. He had to sit there and take it, acting like a model professor while Ryder devoured him alive.
"And so," the student continued, leaning over the desk to point at a page in her notebook, "I was thinking if I expanded on the post-colonial themes..."
Adrian nodded jerkily, his breath hitching in his throat as Ryder took him deep, the head of Adrian's cock hitting the back of the boy's throat. Ryder hummed low in his throat, the vibration traveling straight up Adrian's shaft, coiling tight in his groin. Adrian's hips twitched, a reflexive thrust that he immediately suppressed, his heels digging into the carpet.
He stared straight ahead, but his eyes darted down, shooting a withering glare at the top of Ryder's head. He could see a shock of Ryder's dark hair, the boy's broad shoulders shifting as he bobbed his head. Ryder knew exactly what he was doing. The bastard was enjoying this-the power, the risk, the sheer depravity of blowing a professor in his office while another student stood three feet away.
Ryder pulled back, his lips dragging along the sensitive skin, his hand coming up to stroke the slick shaft with a tight, twisting grip. He paused for a fraction of a second, and Adrian knew, with a sinking dread, that Ryder was looking up. He could feel those dark, mocking eyes locked onto his, daring him to break.
"That sounds... adequate," Adrian managed to grind out, his voice sounding strained and thin to his own ears. He cleared his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet office. "Just... make sure to cite your sources properly."
The student blinked, tilting her head. "Are you okay, Professor Vale? You look a bit flushed."
Adrian felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. Under the desk, Ryder's tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, lapping at the heavy vein there. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that threatened to tear a moan from his throat. He slammed his hand against the desk, a dull thud that made the student jump.
"I'm fine," Adrian bit out, his jaw clenching so hard his teeth ached. "Just a headache. The pollen count is high today."
He glared down at Ryder again, his eyes burning with a mix of hatred and desperate arousal. Stop. Just stop, his eyes screamed. But Ryder only smirked-Adrian could feel the curve of the boy's lips against the base of his dick-and redoubled his efforts. Ryder's hand cupped Adrian's balls, rolling them in his palm, teasing the sensitive skin behind them while his mouth sucked hard, creating a vacuum that threatened to pull Adrian's soul right out through his dick.
The student shifted her weight, looking uncomfortable. "I... I can come back later if you need to lie down?"
"No," Adrian snapped, perhaps too quickly. He took a ragged breath, trying to steady his heart rate which was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "I need to finish these papers. Your outline is fine. Go. We'll discuss it next week."
He waved a hand dismissively, a gesture that was more shooing than professional. The student hesitated for a moment, gathering her things, before nodding slowly.
"Okay. Thanks, Professor."
She turned and walked to the door. The click of her heels on the floor sounded like gunshots. Adrian held his breath, his entire body tensed as a bowstring. Under the desk, Ryder didn't let up. If anything, he sucked harder, his head moving faster, taking Adrian deep into the wet, velvet heat of his throat with every downward plunge.
The door opened. The noise from the hallway flooded in for a brief second before the door clicked shut, sealing them back in silence.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hand flying under the desk to tangle in Ryder's hair, not to push him away, but to hold him there. "Ryder, you fucking-"
Ryder pulled off with a wet, obscene pop, wiping a glistening strand of saliva and pre-cum from his chin with the back of his hand. He crawled out from under the desk, his movements fluid and predatory, like a large cat emerging from a den. He stood up, towering over Adrian, his hockey player's frame blocking out the light from the window.
Ryder's smirk was pure evil, a arrogant twist of lips that promised nothing but trouble. He leaned his hips against the edge of the desk, looking down at Adrian with dark, possessive eyes. Adrian sat there, chest heaving, tie undone, cock hard and glistening wetly against his stomach, looking thoroughly wrecked.
"You have a terrible poker face, Professor," Ryder drawled, his voice rough from the deepthroating. He reached out, trailing a finger down the side of Adrian's flushed face. "But you taste fucking delicious."
Adrian swatted Ryder's hand away, though the action lacked any real force. "Get out, Ryder. Before someone comes in."
Ryder laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made Adrian's skin prickle. "You don't want me to leave. You were just about to cum down my throat, weren't you? With that poor girl standing right there."
Ryder does not pull away. Instead, he sinks lower, taking Adrian deeper into the wet heat of his mouth until the coarse hair at the base of Adrian's cock tickles his nose. He hollows his cheeks, increasing the suction, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of the head. The wet, rhythmic sound of lips sliding over skin fills the small office, a lewd counterpoint to the harsh breathing coming from the man in the chair.
Adrian's grip on the armrests turns his knuckles white. He tries to maintain his composure, to keep his hips still, but the sensation is overwhelming. He shouldn't be doing this. The door isn't locked, and anyone could walk in, but the risk only sharpens the pleasure. A low, guttural moan tears from his throat, echoing against the walls. He can't hold it back this time. His hand moves of its own accord, fingers tangling in Ryder's hair, not to push him away, but to guide him, to hold him in place.
Ryder hums around the thick shaft filling his mouth, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity straight up Adrian's spine. He bobs his head faster, the drool leaking from the corners of his mouth and coating Adrian's balls. The smell of musk and sex hangs heavy in the air. Adrian's thighs tense, his stomach muscles contracting as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak. He throws his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as his control shatters completely.
With a ragged groan, Adrian climaxes. His cock pulses violently, spurting thick ropes of cum down Ryder's throat. Ryder swallows around him, his throat muscles working to milk every drop, refusing to let a single bit escape. The intensity of the orgasm leaves Adrian gasping, his chest heaving as the waves of pleasure recede, leaving him limp in the chair.
For a moment, the only sound is the heavy breathing of both men. Then, Adrian's eyes snap open, the post-orgasmic haze clearing instantly to reveal a cold, stern mask. He pulls his softening dick from Ryder's mouth with a wet pop and quickly tucks himself back into his trousers, zipping up with sharp, aggressive movements.
"Get out," Adrian says, his voice hard and devoid of the softness he displayed just seconds ago.
Ryder wipes a stray drop of cum from his lip with the back of his hand, his expression unreadable. He stands up, adjusts his own clothes, and walks toward the door. As he steps into the hallway, he glances back to see Adrian still smirking, the power dynamic restored-at least in Adrian's mind.
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