The Professor's Double Delight Part: 1
The Professor's Double Delight Part: 1
The door to Professor Langston’s office creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room filled with stacks of books and papers. The only light came from a desk lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered space. Scarlett stood in the doorway, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She wore a simple yet elegant dress, knowing it would catch his eye. Her fingers trembled as she clutched a small gift box, wrapped in silver paper with a crisp bow.
“Come in, Scarlett,” Professor Langston called from behind his desk, his voice low and smooth. His eyes met hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He was even more handsome up close, his chiseled jaw just visible beneath the shadow of his stubble, his piercing blue eyes framed by dark lashes. He stood, buttoning his shirt, his movements deliberate and confident.
Scarlett stepped inside, her breath hitching as she closed the door behind her. The sound echoed through the quiet room, making her feel both exposed and exhilarated. “Professor,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I brought you something.”
He walked around the desk, his eyes never leaving hers. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said, his tone casual but his gaze intense. He took the gift box from her hands, setting it on his desk without opening it. Instead, he moved closer, trapping her between him and the door. “But I appreciate it.”
His proximity made her pulse race. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of cedar and spice that made her dizzy with desire. She looked up at him, her lips parting slightly. “It’s your birthday,” she whispered, her voice laced with nervous excitement.
He smirked, his eyes flickering to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “Is it?” He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “What kind of gift did you bring me?”
Scarlett swallowed hard, her courage bolstered by his closeness. “Something special,” she murmured, her voice shaking. She reached up, her hand trembling as she brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “Something… personal.”
His hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist with surprising strength. He pulled her hand away, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t tease me, Scarlett,” he said softly, his eyes darkening. “Tell me what you really want.”
She stared into his eyes, her heart pounding louder with each passing second. “I want… to be your favorite student,” she confessed, her voice barely audible.
He released her wrist, his fingers trailing down to cup her cheek. “Do you now?” he asked, his tone almost mocking. He tilted her head back, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “And what makes you think you aren’t already?”
Scarlett’s breath hitched as his touch sent electric tingles down her spine. “Because I want more,” she whispered, her voice thick with unspoken desire. “I want to be special to you.”
His eyes softened for a moment, but then his expression hardened again. “How special?” he murmured, his lips inches from hers.
She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. His mouth was warm and insistent against hers, and she melted into him, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. He responded immediately, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.
His tongue probed her lips, demanding entrance, and she opened for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hand slid up her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
Scarlett whimpered against his lips, her body trembling with need. She pressed herself closer, feeling the hardness of his arousal through his trousers. She wanted him, needed him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he looked down at her. “Is this what you want, Scarlett?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me.”
She nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice breathless. “I want this.”
He smiled, a slow, predatory smile that made her knees weak. “Then take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice commanding. “Show me how much you want it.”
Scarlett hesitated for only a moment before reaching behind her, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress. She pulled it down slowly, savoring the way his eyes darkened as he watched her. The fabric slipped down her arms, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a lacy bra and panties.
Professor Langston’s eyes raked over her body, his gaze hot and possessive. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with approval. He stepped closer, his hands gliding over her shoulders, down her arms, and finally settling on her hips. “So eager.”
She shivered under his touch, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her bra. “Please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Touch me.”
He obliged, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of her bra, skimming over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She arched into his touch, her head falling back as she let out a soft moan. “Yes,” she gasped, her hands clutching at his arms for support.
He continued to stroke her, his fingers teasing her nipples through the lace. She could feel the heat building between her legs, a throbbing ache that demanded release. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice pleading. “Make me yours.”
He leaned down, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “Not yet, little one. Not until you’ve earned it.”
Her eyes flew open, her breath hitching as she looked up at him. “What do I have to do?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice cold and unyielding. “And show me how much you want it.”
Scarlett hesitated for only a moment before sinking to her knees, her heart racing as she looked up at him. He stood tall above her, his expression unreadable as he unzipped his trousers, releasing his hard, swollen cock.
She reached out, her fingers trembling as she wrapped them around his length. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire body. “Yes,” he growled, his hands gripping her hair. “Take it all, Scarlett. Show me you’re mine.”
She obeyed, her lips parting as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste him. His cock twitched in her hand, the salty tang of pre-cum wetting her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the tip, her teeth grazing the sensitive underside as she took him deeper into her mouth.
He cursed, his hands tightening in her hair as he guided her movements. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “That’s it, baby. Suck me like you mean it.”
She bobbed her head, her lips sliding up and down his length as she sucked him with increasing urgency. His cock was thick and hard in her mouth, filling her completely. She could feel the pressure building in his groin, the tension in his body as he fought for control.
“Almost there,” he panted, his fingers digging into her scalp. “Almost…”
She quickened her pace, her mouth working furiously as she took him deeper, her throat stretching around his hardness. He groaned, his hips jerking forward as he came, his seed filling her mouth in hot pulses.
Scarlett swallowed eagerly, her hands stroking him as she milked every last drop from his cock. When he was spent, she released him, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she looked up at him.
He stumbled back, leaning against his desk as he caught his breath. “Jesus, Scarlett,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You’re dangerous.”
She rose to her feet, her eyes shining with triumph. “Now,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Are you ready to give me my gift?”
