Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I give him my best smirk. “Happy birthday.”

“Yes, it is.”

I reach between us and grab his cock, feeling it harden again under my touch. “Do you still have enough energy to fuck me?”

He gives a dark chuckle, and grabs a condom. “The best part of me being twenty,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to my ear. “I can go for hours.”

“I won’t need hours,” I say, pulling the rest of him down to me. “But I do need you inside me. Now.”

He fits himself against me and slides into me in one stroke, and I close my eyes, reveling in that feeling of overwhelming fullness. My body, still so sensitive from my first orgasm, is already pulling me towards another climax. Trevor rolls his hips, thrusting in to the hilt, and I gasp. He pulls out slowly, the feeling of him dragging against me sending more little spasms through me. He sets that rhythm, pulling out slowly and plunging deep. Every thrust makes our bodies slide together, slick with his come in between us.

It’s too much, too much sensation, too much fullness. I know I’m going to come.

Trevor has other plans.

Crushing me to him, he rolls us, never releasing me. Now I’m sitting on top of him, his cock deeper than ever inside of me. Trevor is looking up at me, and my god he’s a beautiful sight. We’re both frozen, breathing hard and glistening with sweat and come. “Ride me,” he says.

I realize that I’ve never done this. No man I’ve been with wanted this position, and I never asked. My pussy clenches down on him and I see Trevor’s jaw clench as he lets out a groan. He reaches up, cupping my breast with one hand and squeezing. He circles my nipple with his thumb, teasing it into an even sharper peak. It sets my nerves singing, and I move my hips, grinding forward.

God this feels good. I can’t stop. I work his cock with my body, setting the pace I need. Trevor is still playing with my breasts and every time he squeezes and flicks it sends heat straight to my clit. My breath is coming in gasps now, and I have to close my eyes. Have to lean forward and brace myself just so I can keep moving, keep riding him. His tongue is on my nipple and I curse as he takes it into his mouth. I feel him laugh against my skin, feel him suck deeply, feel his fingers find my clit and start to stroke.

Suddenly I’m there, the orgasm blasting through me in an unexpected rush. I barely manage not to scream. I love the feel of him inside me as I contract around him, luxurious pleasure spilling through me from the inside. I’m spent and satisfied, and I’ve rarely felt so content.

I blink my eyes open to see Trevor, his face so close to mine. He’s still hard inside me, waiting for me to come back, to recover. I smile at him, lean in to kiss him. As I do, his hands move to my hips and he takes control. I kiss him as he fucks me, enjoying the aftershocks that his cock sends through my body. It doesn’t take long before he shudders underneath me, moaning against my mouth as he comes.

He lets me down and we once again lie side by side, still kissing. But it’s soft and gentle now, a way to stay connected.

“Please,” Trevor says, fitting words in the rare moments our lips aren’t touching. “Please, don’t send me back to the couch after that.”

“Stay,” I say. “But I should clean up.”

“The shower will be there in the morning,” he says, disposing of the condom and tucking my body in close to his.

There isn’t anything left to say after that. We kiss until we fall asleep.

A few days pass, and I manage to fit in everything I wanted to. I keep up with work despite being on vacation. I keep us well stocked in food-even if Brad and Trevor insisted on coming to the store with me to buy far too many Christmas cookie supplies-and I get Brad to find his old Christmas stocking and hang it with me.

But today is shopping day. Bradley and his family didn’t want to go to the mall, instead choosing to do some family things at our house. I insisted Brad come with me, and Trevor comes too. He pretends it’s because he wants to hang out with Brad, and to a degree that’s true. But Trevor has barely left my side these past few days, and it’s made me happier than I could have imagined. He’s kept his promise for naughty wake-ups, ranging from his tongue on my breasts to using my own vibrator on me. We’ve become more comfortable with each other, and even now, walking through the mall, it’s a struggle to keep my hands off of him. I would love to hold his hand, but I also don’t want to have the stares that will come with that. Or to explain it to my son.

Thankfully, I don’t think there’s any way we can get into trouble at the mall. Trevor is not allowed anywhere near me and a dressing room at the same time. The temptation might be too much. Out family gift exchange is in just a couple of days, and I’ve been terrible about actually buying the gifts. Anna and Richard are going to visit his parents on Christmas day, Bradley and his family have plans back in Virginia. Maria is Maria. I’m not even sure she knows where she’ll be on Christmas, so we’re exchanging gifts on Saturday.

I suppose I should get something for Trevor, though I’m not really sure what to get someone who’s your lover. But he’ll be with us on Christmas, so at least I have a little more time.

The mall is crowded, but we divide and conquer. Trevor excuses himself to buy some family gifts, and Brad helps me pick out some gifts for the twins. They’re both into music, so I get them some nice headphones and music gift cards. I pick up books for Bradley and Anna, having kept track of their wish lists. Once Trevor returns, we split up again, the boys going off so Brad can buy his own gifts and I can finish and buy his. I buy Brad a bunch of little things, more hockey socks, some joke gifts at the dollar store. His main gift is going to be money. Hockey and engineering are expensive, and he’d rather I just give him money than try to get him into a hobby.

Once I finish with gifts for the rest, we all meet in the food court, tired and starving. I go straight for the pizza, Trevor goes for Chinese, and Brad for a burger. We manage to find a table that’s not taken, and collapse into the chairs, surrounded by bags.

“Success?” I ask, biting into my pizza.

“I think so,” Brad says, spreading extra sauce on his burger. Trevor has his mouth too full of rice and chicken to respond, but he nods.

“I should really learn to shop earlier.”

“You should,” Trevor says, “but Brad says it’s not your way.”

“Oh really?” I give Brad a look. “And what else did Brad say?”

Brad starts laughing. “Only good things, I promise.”

“You told him about the tree, didn’t you?” I narrow my eyes. “Don’t lie.”

It’s Trevor’s face that gives it away. He’s trying desperately to hold in laughter, but it’s not working. “Fine, he told me. But believe me, it doesn’t change the way I think about you. It’s a great mental picture, though.”

“Perfect,” I say.

When Brad was ten I got a tree that was way too big for the house. I thought it would fit-I insisted that it would fit. It didn’t fit. It ended up falling on me in a very comical, cartoon way. Wiley Coyote would be proud.

“Well,” I say, “two can play at that game.”

“Mom, no.”

I turn to Trevor. “Has Brad ever told you about the Christmas broken arm?”

“No.” His eyes light up and he leans in. “Please tell me.”

Brad groans and mumbles under his breath.

“Brad decided he wanted to decorate his tree house for Christmas. Only, he didn’t tell me he was going to try to decorate it, so he didn’t use a ladder, or any of the right tools. He ended up hanging from the tree house by a string of lights. I guess you can imagine the rest.”

“Man.” Trevor looks at Brad. “That sucks. Also, how did I not know you had a tree house?”

Brad makes a face at him. “My uncle built it for me.”

“Is it still there?”

“Sure is.” I say, “Though it has holes in the roof now.”

Trevor takes another bite of his Chinese food. “I must see this deadly tree house when we get back.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

I laugh. “Fine.”

We finish our food and trek to the car. Once home and unloaded, there’s nothing I would like to do more than take a nap, but Trevor hasn’t forgotten about the tree house. Brad leads the way, and Trevor manages to sneak in a kiss on my cheek as we walk outside. That place inside my chest warms up, even though it’s freezing outside.

The tree house is in the back corner of our yard, and it’s pretty great as far as tree houses go. Bradley really out did himself. It’s huge and sturdy. Brad spent many a summer night holed up in there with friends. We climb the ladder into it, and even though we have to duck down a little, it’s still spacious. Like I said, there’s a couple holes in the ceiling and a little snow on the floor, but otherwise it’s in great shape.

“Here it is,” Brad says.

Trevor is pacing up and down the length of it. “This is fantastic. I can’t believe I never knew this was back here.”

“Yeah,” Brad says a little sheepishly, “I used it less in high school.”

“I would have totally used this in high school,” Trevor laughs. “It’s a built-in bachelor pad.”

I nod. “He tried that once.”

Brad ducks his head. “The grounding was epic.”

I sigh, thinking about everything I just bought. “Speaking of epic, the wrapping session I’m about to have will be epic.”

“Oh crap,” Brad says.

“What?”

“I forgot my white elephant gift.”

I frown. “For who?”

“The team. We’re having a funny gift exchange right when we get back,” he says.

“Well,” I say, checking the time, “you’ve got plenty of time to go back if you want to. But you don’t go back to school for a while if you want to wait.”

“I think I want to get it over with so I don’t forget. Can I have the keys?”

I nod. “They’re on the counter.”

“Great. I’ll be back,” Brad says. “Don’t fall out of the tree house while I’m gone.”

“We won’t,” I say, laughing and moving to climb down.

Trevor catches me by the waist. “Stay,” he says softly.

He sits on the floor, crossing his legs. I sit across from him. “Did you get all the presents you needed?” I ask. “You get something for your parents?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he says, moving so our knees are touching. He laughs softly. “You know, I wanted to tell you, I’m having such a good time. I’m glad everything fell through.”

“What happened?”