I place a hand on my chest. Poor Professor Eckhart. He really cared about his students and didn’t deserve such terrible luck.
“How can I help?” asks Professor Segul.
“I’m supposed to be teaching Macroeconomics at ten, but I want to be at his side when he wakes.”
“You want me to teach your class?”
Dr. Xander pauses. “Could you?”
“Which subject are you covering today?”
“Marius, I owe you.” The economics lecturer drags a chair across the floor. It creaks as he lowers himself into it. “We were in the middle of fiat currencies and moved onto crypto. Let me share my notes.”
I swallow back a groan, bow my head, and rest it against the professor’s knees.
He raps at the crown of my head with his fingers, making me glance up, where I have an uninterrupted view of his crotch.
Professor Segul pushes in his chair, so I’m now trapped between his spread legs, and the hand that was once on my head is now pulling down his zipper.
ChapterTwenty-One
PHOENIX
My mouth falls open as Professor Segul continues to pull down his zipper. Dr. Xander launches into an overview of the lecture he’s about to miss, seeming oblivious to what’s happening beneath the desk.
I can’t hear a word he’s saying because all my concentration is on the hand now beckoning at me to come closer.
My throat tightens.
What the hell?
He can’t be serious about wanting me to suck him off in front of his colleague. What if one of us made an inappropriate noise? How the hell would we explain ourselves if there was a fire alarm?
Professor Segul taps his foot.
Then he clicks his fingers.
“Is anything the matter?” asks Dr. Xander.
“Nothing that won’t be fixed with a little attention,” the professor replies in a voice as smooth as his silk boxers.
This is my cue to get started… Or else.
Warmth floods my lower belly, and my clit throbs in unison with the pulse between my legs. I’m so aggravated that I’m turned on at the prospect of getting caught.
“Asshole,”I whisper under my breath.
When I jerk his fly open, his huge cock springs out and hits me on the cheekbone as though affronted by the insult. He’s fully erect and the veins on his shaft are more prominent than I’ve ever seen them.
Precum beads on the thickest, most mouthwateringly engorged cockhead, and my pussy clenches with need.
A stray thought pops up in my head. Why hasn’t he fucked me with that thing yet?
I want him to bend me over the desk and drive that huge dick into my pussy. I want him to stretch me open until I ache. I want him to pound into me until I scream.
He snaps his fingers again, breaking me out of my cock-induced stupor.
I reach into his fly and pull out his balls, which are nice and tight today, and roll them between my fingers. Professor Segul widens his legs, which I take as a sign that he wants me to continue.