I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but then, I can hardly believe anything about what’s been going on the last month or so with him. All of this is so surreal, and wonderful, and perfect, so I’ve stopped trying to believe it and just let it all happen.
“Punished, hmm?” I squeal suddenly as he yanks me up and spins me sound. Before I know it, he’s got me bend over across his desk, my breath catching in my throat as I suck my lip between my teeth and feel his breath hot against my thigh.
“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.
Oh my God, he’s spanking me!
The hand slaps down again, cracking deliciously against the smooth pink skin of my ass as he drives his tongue deep inside of me.
“You’re such a naughty girl, honey, sneaking into my office so I can lick this tight little bad-girl pussy.”
I cry out, my nails raking across his desk and my breath coming in gasps as his words and his tongue and his hand across my stinging ass rock me towards my climax.
His hand spanks across my ass again as his tongue curls around my clit, and I can feel the orgasm start to clench up in my toes, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Only dirty, naughty girls spread their legs on their professors desk and let him fuck their tight little pussies with his big cock.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over that edge.
“Only bad girls open their mouths and swallow every drop of their professors cum.”
His hand slaps down again, his tongue sliding deep inside. “And only very bad girls let their professors fill their hot little pussies with cum.”
And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.
I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “You-” I look up into his eyes. “You are far too good at that?”
He grins.
*****
We’re pulling our clothes back on, later, after I’ve ridden his fat cock and felt him explode deep inside of me, when my phone buzzes with a text. It’s Ally: “Theme party tonight at Phi Kappa - togas and masks...perfect for your mystery boyfriend!”
I’m staring at the phone when Liam comes up behind me an nuzzles my neck. “Whats is it?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting the phone down and shaking my head. It’s a stupid idea, even if the thought of being out in public with Liam does sound fantastic.
“Nothing, huh?”
I turn and purse my lips as I look up at him; him, this man who’s making me feel and opening up this whole new side of me. “I- I mean, do you want to-” I groan. “It’s a stupid idea, forget it.”
“Hey,” he grins as he catches my jaw in his hand and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”
I sigh. “Well, you asked. Want to come to a frat party tonight with my roommate and I?”
He arches a brow, a smirk on his lips. “A party?”
“It’ll be fun?”
He rolls his eyes. “Ellie, I teach here.”
“Yeah, but it’s a mask party,” I say quickly. Liam looks at me like he’s trying to weight out how serious I am about this. Heck, I’m trying to weigh that out.
“It’ll be fun, huh?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I know it’s bad, I just... I just want to be out with you. And it’d be great for you to meet Ally,” I grin. “Even with a mask on.”
He sighs heavily, and I slip my arms around his waist. “I just want to show you off, that’s all.”
He pulls me into lap as he sinks back into his desk chair. “Show me off, huh?”
I feel my face flush. “Well, yeah, cause you’re sort of wonderful, you know.”
Liam laughs. “You sure know how to sweet talk a man.”
“I can think of a few other sweet things I can do to this man,” I say breathily, feeling my cheeks blush at even saying something like that.
He laughs though, pulling me into him. “I’ve created a monster.”
I giggle. “Yep!”
He hold my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before he starts to nod. “Alright, fuck it; yeah.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me. “Yeah, lets go to the mask party.”
“Mask and toga party, actually.”
His brows shoot up. “What?”
“Can’t back out now!” I say with a laugh, throwing my arms around him and kissing him fiercely.
Chapter 20
Ellie
January in coastal New England seems like possibly the last time of the year you'd want to throw a toga-themed party, but never-the-less, the festivities are in full swing by the time we get there.
The fraternity house is just off campus, and it’s pretty much exactly the place you'd imagine it to be - a little grungy, a little dirty, smelling a lot like beer, and full of people.
There’s another flash of apprehension as we move through the front door and into the crowd as people start to to turn and see us, but I force myself to relax. We’re both wearing masks, and Liam’s even wearing a white spandex sports sleeve over his tattooed arm under his toga. No one knows who we are.
"So, ready to party?" I grin as I grab Liam’s hand and drag him through the front door.
He looks bewildered and a possibly more than a little out of his element amongst the throngs of college-aged kids chugging beer and grinding to hip-hop music, but really, so am I. He squeezes my hand back and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“What, this?" He rolls his eyes dramatically and grins back at me. “I’m going to show these kids how it's done."
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, peppering his cheek with kisses.
We went to a shopping center earlier a few towns over earlier to buy sheets for tonight, and someone had mistaken us for father and daughter. It wasn’t totally unbelievable considering he was more than double my eighteen years, but I was determined that tonight, no one would have any illusions as to the nature of our relationship, and they could think whatever they wanted about it.
Besides, it isn’t like it’s going to be hard keeping my hands on Liam Martin all night. I mean he’s gorgeous for one, and honestly in probably better shape than half the frat guys cavorting around the place in bedsheets. I grin to myself as we walk in, seeing him already turning heads as we move into the crowd, and I know it isn’t just that he’s by far and away the oldest guy in the room. He looks hot, and I knew that more than a few of the looks he’s getting from a lot of the girls my age there are much more about checking him out than wondering who he is and why a guy their father's age is at this party. Liam isn’t like all the other shirtless jocks high-fiving each other and crushing beer cans, with their waxed chests and cheesy tribal tattoos. No, Liam is a man, complete with hairy chest and without cliched tattoos.
As we move into the back room, looking for the keg, a girl I recognized from one of my classes but who’s never spoken to me catches my arm while Liam’s head is turned the other way.
"Oh my God, Ellie!” she whispers conspiratorially as she arches her brow and runs her eyes up and down Liam’s muscled back and arms; "Who is that?"
I grinned, feeling the warm glow tickle up my whole body; "Oh, my boyfriend." I say it as nonchalantly as possible, but inside I’m practically jumping up and down.
"Oh- wow." The girl gives me a big grin, as if she’s looking at me in a whole new light before she gives Liam one more hungry look and moves off into the crowd, leaving me on cloud nine.
“Ellie!”
I turn as Ally came pushing through the crowd towards us.
"Hey, Ell- Oh!" Ally stumbles over her words as her jaw drops, and
she looks quickly between Liam and I with a big grin on her face.
Oh hi!" She gives me a quick 'are you fucking kidding me' look before she drags her eyes back to Liam.
"You must be...”
“Matt,” Liam says with a chuckle.
"Well, Matt, I'm very glad to meet you! You've got a great girl here you know, and you better be nice to her!" She prods Liam’s bare chest, exposed in the toga, and then falters as she keeps her hand on his hard, chiseled muscles a moment longer than necessary. Anyone else and I might be insanely jealous, but this is Ally after all.
He smiles, winking at me; "I plan on it."
Well, I think to myself; at least she didn't say anything totally embara-
“This is the total hottie who took your virginity?" I cringe and blush scarlet as Lucy's slightly drunk "whisper" belts out loud enough for people around us to look over with raised brows.
“Ally!”
"Sorry! Sorry!" She brings her hands to her mouth and gives me an over-the-top apologetic look.
I look up at Liam over her shoulder, but he’s grinning and looks more amused than anything else.
Ally in tow, we move through the crowd towards the back room where the keg is apparently being kept. Liam grabs us three cups, but as he reaches for the tap handle, suddenly a sweaty, shirtless frat-looking guy with a backwards baseball hat and a toga half-hanging off his torso butts in front of him.
He turns and gives Liam a cocky once-over; "Brothers get to cut the line, pal." He stops suddenly in his clearly half-drunk state and peers closer at Liam, as if suddenly actually seeing him.
"Hey, DAD, who the fuck invited you anyways." He turns and smirks at the two guys who’ve butted the line with him as if he’s just had the line of the century.
"My girlfriend did." Liam says without missing a beat. His voice is even, but I see the muscles in his forearm clench for a moment. He nods towards me, and I feel myself go a little red, even though I’m wearing a mask. The frat guy turns and looks me up and down before turning back to Jake with a smirk on his face.
"Ooooh, it's like that, huh?" Suddenly he pushes Liam a step back as he laughs and turns back to me; "Hey babe, how about you ditch the old guy and come get some of thi-"
In a flash, Liam has the guy's arm twisted behind his back and suddenly whining as he’s forced to his knees on the floor. The crowd around us suddenly goes a little quiet, and I tense as I see a few other frat guys suddenly start to push their way through.
Liam glances up and seems to see them coming, but his face was is dead even; almost casual. As I watch, with Ally clutching my arm, Liam calmly reaches down and plucks the guy's beer out his other hand. And then, just as the other frat brothers break through the ring around us, Liam grins at them, tilts the cup back, and chugs down every drop of the guy's beer.
I tense, feeling Ally grab my arm even tighter as the circle around us goes quiet. Suddenly, the frat guys around us just start cheering.
Wait, what?
Bewildered, Ally and I watch as a bunch of them crowd around Liam, slapping his back, shaking his hand, and even pouring him a fresh beer.
"What the hell was that all about?" I ask him as the bros start to disperse back into the crowd and the music starts up again.
Liam, looking more than a little smug, shrugs sheepishly; "I was a jock at college, guys" he grins at Ally and I; "I guess I speak the language."
We crack up before I snag his arm and drag him into the dancing crowd.
Chapter 21
Ellie
Ally apparently knows when to bug off, and goes off on her own as Liam pulls me close and we start to dance.
The whole thing is just surreal. Here I am, the book-nerd, the virgin, the wallflower, at some crazy college frat party dancing with the hot guy. And beyond all that, I’m loving it. And while part of me is still hanging on to the whole hangup of this being “wrong”, I can’t help but wonder why that is?
So we’re different ages; so what? Yes, whats happening between us has an element of scandal to it given our positions as student and teacher, but even as hot as it is, it’s not something dirty - at least, not in that way. I can’t help how I feel, and this isn’t some “lust” thing where I’m just swept up by the first guy I sleep with and letting myself get carried away with the whole older man fantasy. I mean, I’d had a crush on Liam Martin since school started, before I even knew what that crush really meant. Yeah, I was introducing him to best friend with a mask on and a fake name, and when I looked at our relationship or whatever this thing was through that particular lens it seemed a bit tarnished.
Beyond that of course was that Liam was my damn college english professor. I had pretty open-minded parents, But I had a pretty hard time picturing them giving the go-ahead on a forty year old man having a romantic relationship with their eighteen year old college freshman daughter.
Liam’s arms move around me then, pulling me close, and I close my eyes and sink back into him as we sway to the music of the party. "Penny for your thoughts?" His voice is deep in my ear, and I grin and turn in his arms.
"Nothing, I'm just-" I look up into his dark, piercing eyes, losing myself for a moment; "I'm just having a wonderful time with you, that's all."
"If there was any way for me to make this normal, baby-”
"I know." I hug him tightly and feel him kiss the top of my head.
"So, what'd you think of Ally?” I pul back and grin up at him, trying to lighten the mood.
Liam rolls his eyes and laughs; "She's- she's everything I could have hoped for; she's hilarious, Ellie. Hang on to that one; good friends are rare."
The music kicks up then, and we start to dance more, moving closer and hotter together. Liam’s turning me around and pulling me back into him, and as we move our hips together and grind together with the beats, I suddenly bite my lip as I feel something hard poking me from beneath his makeshift toga.
"Penny for your thoughts, Professor?” I turn my head and stick my tongue out at him as I push my ass back into his erection.
Liam smiles at me as he leans close; "I was thinking about someone's promise of letting me get a peep under that toga at that sweet little pussy tonight if I played my cards right."
I blush and he kisses my neck; "So, am I playing them right?"
"Oh, you're playing them very right." I turn and grab his hand; "Should we head back to the your place?” I wink wickedly at him. “Or my dorm?”
I start to pull him towards the door when he stops, pulling me back. "We could also stay here,” he says, arching an eyebrow at me suggestively.
I feel a little flutter in my stomach. I’ve never hooked up with anyone at a frat party before; well, obviously. I don't even know how that works, actually. I blush then and roll my eyes at myself. Okay, so before Liam, I hadn't ever hooked up with anyone; anywhere.
I bite my lip and look up into his eyes, feeling that tingling tug of desire the way I always do around him; "I- I don't know how-"
"I do." He squeezes my arm and grins as starts to pull me towards the stairs; "Follow me."
Okay, I’ve been to about two parties before, briefly, and I’ve always been the one giggling like an immature little prude whenever I saw couples sneaking away upstairs in the middle of one. It just always seemed so cliche, like something out of a movie. But there’s nothing cliched about how turned on I am as Liam leads me to the stairs. Besides that, no one really pays us any mind at all; that is, until I suddenly catch Ally staring at me with a big shit-eating grin on her face from the other side of the room. I blush and stick my tongue out at her, before Liam pulls me up the stairs.