It was late November and winter would officially begin two weeks before Christmas, because of the city they were in, it was still a little bit hot, and depending on the day it could become very hot.
Sometimes, winter could come in January, which was why Kayla's brain protested that the outfit she wore prioritized aesthetic over comfort.
She wore a green skirt, with pink flowers printed on it that stopped at her mid-thighs and huggs on her feet but it was the upper part that was off the rails, even for her.
The top was an off-the-shoulder top that matched the skirt but half of her breasts were visible. The sleeves reached her elbows and were mildly puffy. To cover the top, she wore a thick leather jacket and zipped it to her jaw.
She had to go to her cybersecurity class like this but after she had to go to a nightclub for Maya's birthday and since she and Maya were very close, she would go earlier than everyone after picking up items for the birthday, which was why she dressed like this.
Kayla took a deep breath as she passed the bench she and Wyatt would have been seated on by this time, talking about anything. An unsettling feeling tugged at her heartstrings. He wasn't there today. She had chased him away but she had no choice. They couldn't be together.
Maybe the unsettling feeling was the heat stroke she was bound to have. Why was it so hot, today of all days? She fanned herself with her hands, packing her hair in a messy bun. Sweat popped on her forehead.
By the time she got to class, she was on the verge of taking off her jacket but she couldn't because it was inappropriate. She opened the door, and her brows shot up.
"What are you doing here?" She asked Oliver who rolled his eyes at her. She concluded that Oliver was a sassy person.
"I'm the professor, or have you forgotten that, Hastings?" The way his eyes bored into her made her shift uncomfortably. The same professor she kissed, and had dry sex with. Maybe she had forgotten because the taste of him lingered in her lips.
She subconsciously licked her lips, remembering that this was the man she had a wet dream about last night. He invaded her mind and soul, tearing her apart.
"Why are you wearing a jacket in this weather?" He eyed her lightly sweaty face. "Um, you know…. I didn't check the forecast for today and by the time… I came out, it was too late to turn around and change." She evaded his gaze.
"Really? Then why don't you take it off to cool yourself? The A.Cs work fine in the class, you raccoon." He said slightly irritated but innocently, so he was curious why Kayla's face turned into a tomato.
"I know but I'm um you know um fine. The air will cool me, professor." She chuckled nervously.
He raised a brow, one side of his lips curled up. "Come here, Hastings." His index finger beckoned at her.
Kayla stiffened, "I don't think that's necessary, professor." Shit! Why the fuck did she come so early? Class started at ten but this was fucking 9:45 and it was all because of Jack and Rose.
Where were the fucking students when she needed them!? Most people came by ten only Jack and Rose came earlier than that.
They always came early so she didn't think Oliver would be here and if he was, there would be other people around because staying alone with Oliver, time and time again, didn't turn out well for her.
She needed to stay the hell away from him, especially after his last comment at his house and the whole buying the school for her. He sent shivers down her spine, her skin tingling.
"I don't like to repeat myself, Hastings, walk here like the respectable woman that you are or do you want a repeat of last time?" She gulped. He had carried her into the gym and spanked her.
She weighed her options. She could just turn around now, and come back when class started or walk into the wolf's trap. Option A was the safer one and her mind told her so but why her legs moved despite that shocked her.
Before she knew it, she was in front of her professor.
"What do you want?" She squeezed out, her body trembling from being in his presence. Oliver lowered his head, saying, "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." He removed a strand of her from her neck making his fingers brush her neck. The contact was intoxicating. She wanted more.
"Can I?" He requested, softly. He wanted to unzip her jacket and 'no' stood at the tip of her tongue.
'No, this can't happen. You're my professor! We are crossing line after line!" But nothing came out. No words, just a stiff nod, and Oliver's fingers unfastened the jacket torturously slow, studying how her face tensed, how her hands balled into fists.
God, he loved the effect he had on her. This drove him mad. The power she handed to him without her knowing was better than anything he had ever felt, even better than when his mother died.
The action revealed the top she wore underneath making Oliver inhale sharply. Fuck she was beautiful. He had watched her bathe, dress but fuck nothing could compare to seeing her in person.
He slipped his hand underneath the top, groping her breasts which made her gasp.
"Oliver, we can't. You need to stop…" His fingers lightly pinched her nipple. "Like you don't enjoy my touch Hastings…" He massaged the swell of her chest, taking his time to explore the softness of it.
The way her nipple hardened under his touch and how she moaned. Her moans did things to him. His dick hardened against his pants.
"See what you do to me, Hastings. See how you drive me insane."
"Oliver…" she breathed. This was insane, so dangerous. Anyone could walk in. Any student could enter and they would be done for, but Oliver didn't seem to care.
"Do you know what I've dreamt of, Hastings? I dreamt of tasting you after I make you cum." His voice was hoarse.
Did he dream about her? This sent a wave of butterflies in her stomach.
"Be a good slut for me, Hastings, and spread your legs on my desk." He ordered, and Kayla shook her head. "I can't do that, Oliver. I can't let anyone see us, see…" She didn't finish her statement because Oliver spanked her butt.
"Spread your legs for me like the slut you are for me." He narrowed his eyes and Kayla's mind went into a frenzy. The pain in her butt made her core wetter, dripping like a waterfall. Fuck this was bad.
She didn't like to be degraded during sex but this, with Oliver was different, freeing.
Kayla got on the desk, even with the thousand alarms ringing in her head. "What if… what if someone sees?" The idea of being caught in the act thrilled her. 'My professor and I."
"Oh, Hastings, that's the whole point." Oliver pried her legs further apart, standing in between them before doing something that made Kayla's jaw drop to the ground.
He got on his knees, his face opposite her core. "Do you like it? The sight of me kneeling in front of you, Hastings? Is it everything you've always hoped for?" Everything and more. Fuck.
His fingers slid her panties down her legs, removing them when they got to her ankles.
"Fuck Hastings!" Her cunt was pink and pretty. Most importantly it was soaked. Both his hands gripped her hips before his tongue made contact with her clit. He licked it and Kayla groaned, rolling her head back in ecstasy.
His finger traced it, and then his tongue devoured every inch of her like he was starved. He was starved. He had longed for this for months and now he had it. He took his time biting, nibbling, and sucking her pussy. He could eat this for the rest of his life and he would never complain.
"You taste so sweet, Hastings." Kayla's hands fisted in his hair, almost controlling the movement of his tongue. He hit her G-spot and she almost came.
"Fuck, Oliver, I'm about to cum!"
"Not now, Hastings. We have five minutes before class start and I haven't even started yet."
Five minutes! Oh my God! She yelped when Oliver inserted his finger into her. "Oliver, fuck please!"
"Please what, Hastings? What do you want?" He inserted another finger, stretching her. "Fuck you take me so well! Can you handle three Hastings?" Kayla was on a high but she nodded. Could she? She didn't know, but she wanted to cum so badly.
She had never felt this good before in her life. She could feel her orgasm close.
Oliver slapped her pussy making her jump.
"Words, Hastings. Use your words!" He warned and she gritted her teeth, "Yes you motherfucker! I want to cum!" Her nails dug into his back and the pain, made it all the more worth it, for him. Shit!
He put in another finger, pulling in and out fast. "Fuck, professor! I'm so close!" Three more minutes and the door would fly open. Fuck this was so wrong. She should have put an end to this but she was almost at her climax.
"A little longer, Hasting. Hold on for me!" The thrusts became rougher and she screamed, unable to stop the dam that rolled down her legs. "Professor!"
Her breathing was erratic, Oliver's hair a mess and so was his desk. Oliver got to his feet, licking the cum off his fingers. "Nothing could ever compare to how you taste, Hastings." He smiled and Kayla blushed, looking away.
He was still between her legs and he pulled her close to him. "Taste how delicious you are after you cum for your professor, you dirty little slut." Kayla didn't know what got over her as she took his finger into his mouth, staring him dead in the eyes, sucking his finger as if her life depended on it.
"It tastes so good, right Hastings?" He let out a groan that made Kayla pleased. His eyes were closed relishing in this.
Until Kayla heard footsteps. She let go of his finger and almost flew off the desk distancing herself from Olivwe but she almost fell. Cum was dripping down her legs, and they were shaking.
She grabbed her jacket and wore it zipping it up and searched for her panties and remembered it was with Oliver. "Oliver give me my underwear."
Oliver gave her his toothy, predatory grin as he enunciated, "No. I want everyone to see how good of a whore you are for me." His eyes tracked her legs and he laughed.
"Fuck you!" She huffed. He was a fucking asshole. She wanted to say something but the door flung open and Kayla froze.
She needed to start listening to her mind but she would be lying to say she didn't like the way it felt. The tension felt so good, so right. The shame she was supposed to feel was replaced by an insatiable hunger this time.
The worst part was that she wanted to do it again.