Author: collaredsluttykitten

His hands grip her waist firmly as he moves from her lips down her neck. She arches into him as he drags his teeth over earlobe.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl?” his asks, his voice husky. She whimpers and tries to nod as he kisses across her throat to the other ear. “Get on your knees, kitten”

She bites her lip and meets his gaze briefly before sliding off the countertop and dutifully getting on her knees. Her eyes find his again as she turns him to lean against the counter and rubs him over the fabric of his boxers. She quickly rids him of the fabric, licking her lips in anticipation as his cock bounces free.

Flattening it as much as possible, she runs her tongue up the underside of his cock. She smiles at his groan before taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently. She feels his strong hand on the back of her head, not guiding her yet, but firm enough to let her know he can take control whenever he wants. With each additional inch she takes into her mouth, her tongue swirls around like a corkscrew, encouraged as he gets even harder at her touch. She grips his hips for leverage and to keep him still as she repeatedly lets him hit the back of her throat, moaning as she feels his grip tighten in her hair. She continues, enthusiastically licking, sucking, and savoring. She can feel him throbbing in her mouth. Read more »

She hops up on the counter, feet dangling over the edge. They talk and joke back and forth while he opens a bottle of wine and pours them both a glass.

“Thank you” she smiles, taking the offered glass. She takes a sip and lets out a contented sigh.

His eyes scan from her bare feet, up her pale thighs, to the button-up she stole from the bedroom floor. It moves up just enough for him to get a look at her panty-clad bottom. Her feet search for him, finding his legs and guiding him to stand before. She sets down the glass so she can throw her arms around his neck, as her feet hook behind him. He can feel himself harden a little at the contact. She leans her forehead against his and just breathes deeply. She takes in his scent, closing her eyes. His hands press against the side of her ass before moving one to hook a finger under her chin, forcing her eyes up. He pauses and just holds her gaze for a long heartbeat. She swallows audibly. She licks her lips. His hand cups her face as he runs his thumb over her pouty bottom lip. He feels her breath catch. He smiles. Read more »

Not necessary to read others but reading order if interested:

An Office Hours Meeting

After an Office Hours Meeting…teaser story

An Empty Conference RooM

An Empty Conference RooM pt 2

She’d been going crazy since the conference. Every time she saw him, she couldn’t stop fantasizing about the next time they’d get to touch. Class was unbearable – he looked so sexy commanding the room, speaking with such authority and knowledge. But it was also her only chance to see him. She knew if they were alone together in a room, she wouldn’t be able to stick to their plan. She bit her lip from her new seat in the back row, imagining his hands running down her body, his lips pressed against her neck…oh god. I don’t stand a chance she thought. Read more »

Reading order if interested:

An Office Hours Meeting

After an Office Hours Meeting…teaser story

An Empty Conference RooM

As her heartrate began to return to normal, she began to feel very exposed. She was, after all, only left in what she wore under her dress. She started looking around, trying to figure out where her dress had landed. He realizes what she is looking for and leans over her to retrieve it from the chair it was flung over. He hands it to her slowly, making sure his hand touches hers.

“Thank you” she mutters. He steps back to allow her to slide her feet into the dress. She stands, shimmying in over her hips and glances over at him as he pulls on his pants. As he buttons them up she stands in front of him, presenting her back. “Would you mind?” she asks, pulling her dark hair over shoulder, out of the way of the zipper.

He just stares at her bare back for a moment. “Oh, of course” He moves to help. She glances over her shoulder to study his face for a moment. Read more »

It won’t let me post links to part 1 and 1.5 but check out An Office Hours Meeting and teaser first if interested.

She was beyond nervous. It wasn’t just about her presentation, though public speaking did make her stomach uneasy. She hadn’t spoken to him since she ran out of his office earlier that week. She had managed to slip out the side door when his back was turned after his class yesterday. She wasn’t ready to face the music. She couldn’t admit that she touched herself every night since, playing it over in her head. That it was probably the hottest thing that she had experienced. That she wanted to taste him again… She had to get through tonight, then she’d deal with it. She checked her flash drive for the third time, making sure all her files were in place. Read more »

I’m not sure why you left but here is my dream.

She stirs, just enough to take in the soft sheets covering her naked body, to feel the warm, strong arms encircling her waist, to take in the tiny sliver of morning light sneaking through the crack in the curtains. She lets out a long breath, closes her eyes and savors the moment.

He feels her shift slightly in his arms and watches to see if she wakes. He smiles as he feels her snuggle into his embrace and run her fingertips up and down his forearm. He kisses her softly behind the ear as he draws soft circles along her stomach. As he breathes in her subtle, floral scent, he feels himself harden a little, remembering the previous night.

She’s awake but doesn’t want to move, afraid of breaking the veil surrounding them but her mind drifts to last night. She is thankful he can’t see the blush creeping up her cheeks as she recalls their evening. She feels him harden against her and can’t help pressing her ass into him, relishing the feel. She feels him kiss the curve of her neck and her eyes flutter closed again. One of his hands moves to cup her breast so she moves her hand down to guide his hardness between her thighs. Read more »

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She had to run off quickly after their tryst, so they didn’t get a chance to really talk. She just couldn’t stop thinking about his last kiss. It had felt so wanting and deep. Could it be that he actually wanted her and not just of acted on an opening? Ridiculous. She shook the idea off. It was only her that spent nights fantasizing about what he would wear to the next class. What his hands felt like. What he might taste like. Now she knew. Her fingers traced her lips lightly as she recalled…

She could tell he had been about was to say something when she caught a glimpse of his watch and realized she was already 5 minutes late for her next class…across campus…on a test day. She had shot up, searching the floor for her discarded clothes.

“Shit” she was saying to herself.

He sat there confused, wondering what switched since he held her in his arms, just seconds before.

“I’m late” she was buttoning up her blouse. He frowned as he watched her lean against his desk as she zipped up her boots. “I have class” She tried to smooth her wild curls a bit. Read more »

She checks herself in the mirror before heading out the door, wondering if her skirt gives too much away. She brings her dark curls over her shoulders and adjusts the bow on her sleeveless silk blouse. It’s a little too thin to be worn with her cream lace bra but it matches her cheeky panties. As she zips up her ankle boots, she thinks about how silly she’s being, dressing up for him as if he’d care. She throws on a light knee length coat for the walk to meet him for office hours, slinging her bag over her shoulder and shaking her head to herself.

He sits at his desk, grading papers. Or at least trying to. His mind keeps wandering to a certain student. One he hopes is on her way. He runs his hands through his already messy hair, trying to think logically. It’s not like anything could happen. Even if she was interested, which he realizes is an absurd thought. He unbuttons his shirtsleeves, suddenly a little too warm. He picks up the next paper in the stack, tapping his pen as he tries to read. Read more »