Not Exactly Textbook

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SilentSiren


Chapter One
Late Again

Mia sighed as the warm fingers found her nipple and began stroking gently at the hardening nub. Lips trailed sensually down her neck, sucking and kissing the soft flesh. Duncan’s hand swept down her side to her hip, where he pulled her back against his growing erection. Pressing her ass back against him, he bucked his hips and growled seductively in her ear.

“Dirty girl.” He mumbled, letting his fingers slip under the material of her short skirt and pulling it up over her ass until it bunched around her hips. Turning, Mia kissed him, letting her tongue stroke over his bottom lip until he opened his mouth and accepted a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Duncan let his hands slide down over her ass and grab at the fleshy orbs. Pushing her backwards, he fell on top of her onto the bed as she giggled. Hooking his thumbs into the band of her underwear, he tugged it down and sat back on his heels. He slid the underwear softly down to her knees before lifting both her legs, pulling the underwear from her ankles and throwing it unceremoniously from the room.

He lowered her legs to either side of his and brushed his fingers up her calves and under her knees, letting the soft pads of his fingers slide up the backs of her thighs to her ass. Mia pushed herself up onto her elbows to kiss him. With a smirk and a rise of his eyebrow, he pushed her back down before lowering his lips to her hard nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he rolled it between his teeth, eliciting a breathless moan from her. He flicked his tongue over the nub and took her other breast in his hand, kneading it roughly, just the way she liked.

Raising his head, he looked down at her, her dark ringlets fanning out over the pillows, her eyes closed. He kissed between her breasts and continued his trail down, his tongue brushing over every bit of skin it passed. Pushing her legs further apart, he lowered his mouth to her pussy, running his tongue between the fleshy lips and into the soft wet flesh hidden there. Her hips bucked up, another moan escaping her mouth. His tongue nudged at her entrance before sliding up over her clit, flicking back and forth over it, she moaned louder now.

His finger slid into her and began pumping gently, sticky and hot, she writhed against his hand as his tongue continued to torture her clit. He added another finger to the tight heat, spreading her opening until she begged him to let her cum. He obliged. Who was he to deny such a pleading voice. His tongue worked faster, slipping and sliding across the small nub and he added another finger until she was squeezing them like a vice. God, it’d be so good to get his dick in there now, but he could wait.

Her breath was coming faster, she was close. Pleasure pooling in her belly and spreading along her legs until they shook with the effort of holding off her orgasm. His fingers moved faster, pumped into her harder until his knuckles bumped against her. With a cry of protest, his tongue left her clit, but she cried again as he nipped playfully at the sensitive flesh of her pussy lips. Bucking furiously, he looked up.

“Come on. Cum for me gorgeous.” He pumped his fingers in a few more times until she spasmed. Writhing through her orgasm, he lowered his head and gave her clit another licking, riding her orgasm until she was shaking. When he finally stopped and let her body pulse with the aftermath of her orgasm, he crawled up and slid straight into her.

Mia’s eyes flew open to see his face inches above hers. His hips bucked against her, his cock moving in and out of her post orgasm pussy. She moaned loudly. She knew he loved to fuck her just after she’d come. He loved how tight she got when she’d just had an orgasm.

With a sly grin, she rolled them over and brought her knees up. Sitting up, she plunged herself onto his cock, riding him with the skills of a rodeo jockey. Rolling her hips against his, his skin bumped her clit and she threw her head back. His hands came up and grabbed at her breasts as she lowered a hand behind her and cupped his balls, massaging them in her palm. He groaned deeply and thrust up harder into her.

She began riding him harder, his cock slamming hard into her and hitting her g-spot every time. One hand left her breast and slid down to her clit. Rubbing his fingers across it, he began fiercely attacking it, three fingers bumping fast over the wet sticky flesh. Mia moaned loudly and bucked her hips forward, leaning back further until his cock felt so tight in her she thought she might split open.

With a growling yell, he came inside her, his cum filling her up. Mia cried out and came again, her juices coating his cock and her vagina walls clamping him tightly. Duncan groaned and flopped his head back onto the bed. Panting, Mia leaned forward onto her hands and lifted herself from his cock, looking at the alarm clock at the side of the bed.

Shit! It was twelve thirty-five. She’d definitely be late for her lecture now. Rolling off the bed, she collected her underwear and ran into the en suite bathroom Duncan was lucky to get in his room. Washing herself quickly, she dried herself and slid her underwear on, pulling her skirt down and hurrying back into the room to find her bra and shirt.

Duncan lazed on the bed, watching her through lidded eyes.

“Leaving so soon? Some people might think you only want me for sex.” He chuckled. Mia shook her head as she pulled her shirt on.

“I’ve got a lecture at one. I told you as you were pulling my top off.” She scolded.

“Well, I’m sorry I find you so sexy.” Mia rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.

“You will be if Breck tells me off for being late.” She grumbled, giving him a swift kiss on the lips and running from his room, the door banging closed behind her.

“Miss Sutter.” Mia groaned under her breath as she hurried into the room. “You’re late.”

Mia turned to Professor Breck, biting her lip and smiling nervously.

“I know, I’m sorry sir.”

“Take your seat.” He growled, turning back to the board and continuing to write the assignments on the board.

Mia hurried to a seat near the back of the room and slid into it, pulling her books from her bag. Opening them, she began hastily copying the work he was writing down. Jenna grinned at her and pointed to her arm obviously. Mia looked to her arm and grimaced, pulling her bra strap hastily back up under her shirt as Jenna giggled behind her hand.

“Now, you will see you have a lot of work this term. This is due to this being your final year.” Professor Breck turned back to them. “I will be expecting you to finish a new book each week and will be asking for your thoughts. This class will move much quicker than previous years. If you cannot keep up, well, that’s your problem, not mine.” Mia shivered. The books Breck set were notoriously difficult and long. He was the strictest Professor on the course and everyone knew it. Most people took his modules because he was the best lecturer on their course; Mia took it because she fancied the Professor.

She was glad it was just a crush and wasn’t a full on obsession. It wasn’t even that he was the most attractive lecturer at the University; she knew there were others, mostly on the media and film courses, but Breck was definitely up there. He was mid thirties with short blonde hair. His cold blue eyes burned into you until you were sure he could read your mind, and his body, the way it looked from how he dressed, was to die for. However, it wasn’t any of those things that melted Mia; it was his voice. His harsh voice that seemed to growl even when he was being nice. It ripped through her every time and she found her nipples harden when he spoke, even if he was merely explaining a passage in a book.

So today, when she’d so recently had sex, Mia found her nipples hard and her pussy dampening as he explained the assignments. Mia copied the notes quickly and efficiently, despite the fact she was almost squirming in her seat. He went through a quick fire routine of describing each book and what they should all look out for, how the assignments would be graded, and the standard he expected every student to keep to. Mia grumbled under her breath, the first lecture had been a relatively easy one, as they began recapping the work they had done the year before, but now, it seemed Breck was expecting everyone to double their work load, and also do twice as well at it.

“I will not be grading easily. There is no curve here. If you all fail, then you all fail. I will not bring my grading down if I think no one will pass. If you fail, you do the assignment again. This happened twice and you are off my module.” He explained. “The library has copies of each book I assign, however, I expect you all to buy them, as you will need to live these books to pass my course. I expect all of you to have read Song of Soloman by next Monday. That is all for today.”

The shuffling began immediately. Mia closed her notebook and shoved it into her bag, picking up the workbook he had given them and pushing it in next to her folder.

“Miss Sutter. A word.” He called out over the rush of students leaving. Mia rolled her eyes and made her way to the front of the class. Professor Breck ignored her as he wiped the board clean and sorted out his notes. Finally, when the last student had closed the door behind them, leaving Mia alone in the room with him, he looked up.

“Miss Sutter, I do not appreciate lateness in my class. Am I understood?” He said, his voice washing over her.

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry.” Mia muttered. “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right.” Breck replied. “You have a great deal of potential, but from what I have seen of your work so far, you take the easy way out in your analysis of these books.” Mia gawped stupidly. The easy way out? She slogged her guts out on those essays. Well, maybe not, but the easy route? “You obviously have the brains to be in this class, but if you think you will be able to get away with half-arsed essays, you’re wrong.”

Mia didn’t quite know what to say. She wasn’t sure if he was complimenting her on her brains, or criticising her work, so she just stared at him. He looked down at his notes for a moment, then looked back up.

“Are you still here?” Mia shook herself back to reality.

“Sorry sir. I’ll see you on Monday.” She muttered.

“One pm, Miss Sutter.” He nodded and returned to his notes, leaving Mia to walk out of the room feeling as confused as she had on her first day of University.