Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“My parents,” he says, looking down. “They decided to go away on a cruise for Christmas, and they forgot to tell me until they had already left for the port. They said they’d feel more comfortable if I didn’t stay in the house alone.”

“It’s good that they didn’t want you to be alone.”

“More like they don’t trust me in the house.”

I reach out, put my hand on his knee. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is,” he says simply. “If they didn’t want me to be or feel alone, they would have called me on my birthday. They didn’t. I don’t know if they remembered.”

There’s a pang in my chest and I want to hug the sadness out of him, but I haven’t known him sad. I don’t know how he likes to be comforted. He takes my hand and squeezes. “But, even without the sex, this has been one of the best Christmas vacations I’ve had so far.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I try to pull my hand away. “One of the best?”

“You can’t beat Christmas when I was nine. I got an Xbox and a scooter. That’s every boy’s dream.”

“But with the sex?”

He smiles, uses my hand to tug me toward him. “Hands down best vacation ever.”

“It better be,” I say as he kisses me.

“You think he’s gone by now?”

“Brad? Yes.”

Trevor pulls me to my knees. “And your brother’s family is out doing who-knows-what.”

“That’s right,” I laugh.

“For the moment, we’re totally alone?”

Tingles start in my chest and flutter downward. Totally alone. “Yes.”

“In that case,” he says, “I intend to make you scream.”

He tugs open the buttons on my coat, and I grab at his hands. “Here?”

“Here.”

“Trevor, it’s freezing.”

His grin is wicked, “You’ll be warm when I’m finished with you. Now don’t move.” He opens my coat, and tugs my shirt upward. Not far, but enough to expose a strip of skin to the open air. My belt is next, falling open along with the button on my jeans. He shoves my jeans down my hips, and my panties follow. Again, not far, just far enough for him to reach, and reach he does. He swirls his fingers through my folds, testing how wet I am for him. I shudder on his fingers, their cold touch sending goosebumps across my skin.

“I love how wet you always are for me,” he says, dipping a finger inside my entrance and using the wetness to smooth over my clit. I arch into him, loving the feel of his hands on me. I’ll lay in the snow naked if he wants, as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. His thumb circles my clit, faster and faster, overloading the nerves and sending me over into a quick and bright orgasm. It’s short and fierce, gone in a flash. But now, Trevor has a finger inside me, gently pushing in and out. “We’re alone,” he says. “You can let go.”

He slides a second finger into me, and I gasp. His fingers are still cold and my pussy is hot. The contrast is adding to how quickly I’m moving towards a second orgasm. He fucks me with his hand-doesn’t slow down, doesn’t relent. He curls his fingers inside me, and suddenly he’s scraping across that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. I moan, and the sound urges him on. He flicks his thumb across my clit, and I go over the edge. His fingers stay deep inside me, pressing against that spot and wringing pleasure from me. I cry out and my voice in the space sounds loud.

I open my eyes to find Trevor smiling. “I like the way you sound.” His words make me flush, and I’m determined to repay the favor. I reach for him, and he grabs my wrist. Removing his hand from my pussy, he grabs my other hand, pulling them gently behind my back and holding them there.

“What are you doing?”

“Removing temptation,” he says. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“But-” He slips his fingers back into my pussy, and my words turn into a moan. I’m far too sensitive now, every touch resonating through my body. “Trevor.”

“Yes?” He slides a third finger inside me and I lose all train of thought. His movements are slow and steady, giving me a chance to feel every inch of fingers in me. “Stella?”

I take a shaky breath, try to find my words through the haze. “It’s too much.”

“Do you like having my fingers deep inside you? Making you come?” My pussy contracts around his hand and he laughs softy. “It feels like you do.” He pushes his fingers all the way in, and I feel deliciously stretched. He moves them back and forth, and my body shudders, unused to the sensations coming from inside me. He pulls his hand out, using fingers to coat the edge of my pussy with my own juices. I’m about to ask him why, but I don’t have the chance. He pushes into me again, and there are four. He has four fingers inside me.

My breath comes in huffs, the air clouding in front of me. His fingers are still inside, letting me adjust. His hand tightens on my wrists, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being held here, impaled on his hand. I know that if I ask, he’ll stop. I don’t want to stop. He slides out a little and I moan. This feels so different from his cock, full in an entirely different way. He’s moving so slowly. It’s at once agonizing and amazing.

Sliding back in sets my whole body on fire. Trevor was right, I’m not even remotely cold anymore. He starts a slow rhythm with his fingers, and my head falls back. I hear myself saying yes, over and over. I hadn’t even realized I was doing that. His fingers move faster and it feels like I’m already coming, my entire body filled with pleasure. But he doesn’t stop, and I’m not sure I can take any more. He fucks me, and the knowledge of just how much of his hand is in me, how much of him I’m taking sends me to the edge.

I’m still telling him yes, and suddenly everything changes. He twists his hand, and my entire world goes white. I scream, I know I do. I can hear it somewhere through the bliss I’m floating in. My orgasm doesn’t come just once. He continues to fuck me and I come twice, splashing over his hand and running down my legs. I don’t know that I have a body anymore. Everything is pleasure and I never want it to end.

I think my eyes are closed. Why are they closed? I open them and see snow. I come back to myself in pieces. I’m in the tree fort, with Trevor. He has his hand inside me. I had the best orgasm of my life. I can feel my clothes are back in place, underwear soaking wet. I’m lying in Trevor’s lap, and he’s looking at me with a kind of awe. “I would have carried you inside,” he says, “but we promised Brad we wouldn’t fall, and I didn’t think I could guarantee your safety down the ladder.”

“That’s sweet of you,” I say, still dazed, still not quite present.

He runs a hand through my hair. “You, Stella, are fucking perfect.”

“I’m not.”

“What I just saw was nothing short of perfect. Nothing.”

I blush, look away. He runs his hand through my hair again. I don’t want to admit how nice those words are to hear, how they fill a space in me I didn’t really know was empty. I wasn’t looking for this kind of feeling. But I know one thing-I can make him feel just as good.

“I bet I can make you scream just as loud,” I say.

“Later,” he says. He sees my face fall, and smiles at me. “If you think I don’t want to, you’re crazy. But if you think I didn’t enjoy the hell out of what just happened, you’re crazier.” Slowly, he helps me to my feet.

My legs still feel like jelly, and I have a sense they might for a while. Not all of it entirely from the orgasms.