I Came Before Class

"Your first week is based on observation--kind of like a trial period for us to gauge if you're in the right field," the dean said, wiping a stray piece of lint off his desk. He glanced up at me over his glasses. "Do you understand, Ms. Davidson?"

I nodded, sitting up straighter in my chair. Who would've thought that my first day of teaching would be this... how should I word it? Tense?

"Y--Yes, sir! I mean, uhm, that does make sense."

"Good." He folded his hands together, eyeing me for a while until he settled into his seat. "You'll be assisting senior faculty, attending a few classes, and, of course, getting a feel for the students. Think of it as easing you in before we throw you to the wolves."

I forced a polite laugh. Wolves. Right. Because nothing is more terrifying than a bunch of hormonal college kids.

Still, I could do this. I had to.

As I left the dean's office, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass window. I'm in my late 20s. Though it doesn't show much on my face, the rest of my body has changed. But my eyes? Those big hazel eyes still make me look like a teenager. They've always helped me pass for someone younger--and get away with it. It also helps that my breasts never grew beyond an A-cup, making my ass look more shapely by comparison.

Back in the corporate world, that had been a disadvantage; no one took me seriously when I looked like I should still be in undergrad. But here? Maybe it would work in my favor.

Or maybe it would backfire spectacularly.

As I made my way across campus, I pulled my blazer tighter around me. My first class for the day was Intro to Psychology. I stepped inside the lecture hall, scanning the room. Some students were still in casual jeans and hoodies, others in tighter dresses and heels--probably because it was a Monday and they were still riding the high of the weekend's parties.

I slid into a seat near the back, careful not to draw attention to myself. The students were chatting, mostly about last night's get-together.

"Did you hear about the party tonight?" a guy asked his friend, stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth.

"Yeah, the girls are going all out," his friend replied, eyes lighting up.

I pretended to scroll through my phone, listening in.

"The theme is 'sexy schoolgirl,'" one girl giggled, adjusting her ponytail.

That caught my attention.

Sexy schoolgirl? That's... interesting.

I looked down at my outfit--a simple blouse with a bow tie at the collar, tucked neatly into black slacks. Not exactly on theme. If I had known, I could've gone for something more playful. Not that I had any plans to go. Right?

I mean, crashing a sorority party as the new professor? That would be insane.

... Right?

But technically, not against any university rule. In fact, professors often encouraged students to attend events like these to socialize. And since it was only the start of the school year, no one would recognize me. The only people who knew what I looked like were the dean, the vice dean, my boss, and a handful of colleagues--all male, except for two. None of them would show up at a sorority house party.

That was my reasoning when I decided to go.

Except I fucked up.

Instead of going full-on sexy schoolgirl, I dressed like a goddamn nerd. Black pants, a necktie, and a blouse I forgot to iron. Jesus. I totally blended in--just not in the way I wanted.

How did I get to forget the theme?

I sighed as I felt eyes trailing me. Some students looked at me curiously. Others seemed amused, especially when a guy pointed out, "Hey, she's not even wearing a skirt!"

Oh, fuck. Now I really stood out! I mean, can't they be sexy while wearing pants, too?

I sighed and kept walking until I reached the beer section. Maybe--Just maybe, I could salvage this. Maybe I could pretend I was looking for the bathroom and hide there until people got drunk enough not to notice I wasn't actually one of them.

"Deep breath, Lorine. Jesus." I shook my hands like Sharpay from that musical--wait. Was that when she was nervous or gearing up for battle? Like hell I know! All I know is that Sharpay was hot in HSM 2. But how the hell did I end up like a vanilla Vanessa instead of her?!

Anyway, back to saving myself from embarrassment. I tried to think of something else, but my mind went blank. So I just stood there, awkwardly, next to a table with three guys who were clearly looking to get laid. I forced a laugh, pretending I was into the conversation--until the sudden urge to pee hit me.

"To the bathroom I go," I grinned. "Nice meeting you, boys!"

"Aw, man! Why are you escaping us?"

"Let the girl pee, freak!" His friend laughed, shaking his head. Men.

One of them winked and gave me a thumbs-up. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

By the time I finished my business, the party was in full swing. It was already past eleven, which meant one thing--everyone was either drunk, dancing, or making out. The music thumped, vibrating through the floor, making me want to join in. Just as I was about to step onto the dance floor, a hand wrapped around my arm.

I turned, coming face-to-face with a guy whose pale blond hair practically glowed under the neon lights. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered in my ear. He smelled like beer and cologne--not a bad mix, but definitely not my type.

"Hello to you too," I replied coolly, hoping he'd take the hint and walk away.

No such luck.

"Never knew the new professor would be partying with her students," he said, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "You're lucky I'm one of the few who recognized you, Ms. Lorine Davidson."

My heart nearly stopped. Oh, my god. How does he know?

He smirked, taking a sip from his cup. "Saw your picture in the faculty announcement. It was in the unpublished editorial section of the school newspaper. Lucky me, huh?"

Fuck. My heart pounded. This guy knew my secret. Was he a student? A frat brother? Shit, shit, shit. Please, dear god, don't let him be one of my students.

"Relax," he said, sliding a hand across my waist. "I won't tell anyone. Just enjoy the night."

To hell I will! Not when someone could bust me at any second.

Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him upstairs, shoving him into what looked like a teenager's bedroom. Posters of Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, and Taylor Swift covered the walls.

He raised an eyebrow. "Uh, are we about to make out? Because if so, I'd suggest a less--" He stopped mid-sentence when I yanked off my glasses.

"Listen here, mister." I glared. "I don't know what dark sorcery let you recognize me, but you will keep your mouth shut, or I swear to God, I'll personally make your life miserable when classes start. Got it?!"

He stared at me, then--the bastard laughed. Clutching his stomach, he collapsed onto the bed, his body shaking with amusement. "You don't even know if I'm your student, stupid. Ah, shit. That was tactless of you, Ms. Davidson."

My ears burned. "Stupid?!"

I don't ever tolerate someone calling me that!

Before I could respond, I whipped out my phone and snapped a picture of him.

He wiggled his eyebrows. "What are you doing now?"

"Figuring out who the hell you are!" I snapped, scrolling through my phone.

"Dion," he said with a shrug, suddenly standing up and trapping me against the wall. "You only need to ask."

I froze. He was too close--way too close. Before I could shove him away, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my neck, bringing a shocking wave of pleasure all over my body.

I gasped and covered the skin he had kissed. "What--What in the...?"

"You're cute when you're angry, professor," he murmured, then, without any warning, his arms slipped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He brushed his lips against mine in the lightest, most infuriating peck before pulling away.

I stared, stunned. My brain short-circuited.

"What--What do you think you're doing?! This is wrong! A professor having sex with her student when the first day of class hasn't started yet?"

He smirked and leaned closer. "Oh, Ms. Lorine, you'd be surprised. Nothing's impossible at the dead of the night during a party..." He paused and licked his lips seductively.

My jaw dropped as soon as he finished talking. Why was my heart pounding so fast?

"It's also possible that I get to report you for sexual harassment," I grinned, thinking I was getting the upper hand. "Don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah? Get this petty advice from me, Ms. Lorine. You better shut your mouth or else I'll have to put something in there to make you close your pretty little lips," he grinned wickedly, pushing me further into the wall, our lips surprisingly a few inches apart from each other.

I couldn't believe this guy! But come to think of it... would it be a crime to sleep with him? I mean, we're both legal in age, and it's not like I was the one who made the first move.

Okay, Lorine, get a grip. This is a terrible idea. You're not some reckless college student anymore--you're a professor now. An actual faculty member. The last thing you need is to get caught in some scandal before the semester even begins!

But damn, did he have to be this cocky? This... hot? And why the hell was my body reacting like this? My heart was pounding like I just ran a marathon, and my skin felt electrified where his hands had barely even touched me.

I could end this right now. Push him off, walk out that door, and pretend this never happened. Or I could play along just a little longer, just to see how far he was willing to take this game. Because that's all it was, right? A game?

I narrowed my eyes, forcing myself to smirk despite the way my stomach flipped. "Likewise. You better watch that mouth of yours, Dion. You might just bite off more than you can chew."

His grin widened, and damn it, I knew I'd just made things worse for myself.

"You don't seem very worried about what I might do with my mouth, Professor," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, the heat of his gaze burning through me as his eyes roamed over my lips.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry my throat had become. "What... what do you think you're going to do?" I forced the words out, but even to my own ears, they sounded weak, tempted.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Dion's mouth as he leaned in closer. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. My body stiffened, caught off guard by the intensity of it. I hadn't been with a man in four years, and the feeling was raw, unfamiliar--but when his hands cupped my face, the world tilted. My breath hitched, and an old fire I thought had long been extinguished flared to life.

His taste was intoxicating. Rich, deep, and everything I didn't know I was craving. It was so much more than just a kiss--it was a spark, an undeniable pull that set my body alight.

He pressed me harder against his chest, the heat of him seeping into me, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound. But I didn't last. His fingers slid down to my blouse, deftly unbuttoning it with a swift, practiced motion.

The air between us thickened.

I gasped, my pulse racing. "You know this isn't right. Stop, please," I begged, but my voice trembled, betraying the war between my body and my mind.

But Dion only smiled as he continued undoing my buttons, exposing my white bra that I probably had for like, what? Years?

Soon, my breasts spilled free from their confines, and he wasted no time cupping one in his palm while his mouth latched onto the other.

The moment his lips wrapped around my nipple, it hardened instantly. A deep moan rumbled from his throat as he sucked hungrily, the wet sounds filling my ears and sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But it feels so good.

No matter how many times I told myself to push him away, my traitorous body wouldn't obey.

"Turn around for me, Professor." his hot breath brushed against my lips.

I didn't move. So Dion turned me himself.

My ass pressed against his erection, and I felt it twitch against me. He groaned softly, his hands moving torturously slow as he undid my pants.

He unbuttoned them, sliding them down my hips, revealing the black panties beneath.

My heart hammered in my chest. This is it--the point of no return. There would be no denying what came after tonight. And I wasn't entirely sure whether or not I wanted to stop him.

Before I could make up my mind, he yanked my pants down the rest of the way until they pooled around my ankles.

I never knew it could be this embarrassing to do the deed in someone else's bedroom. And to think--we were in the middle of a damn sorority party.

"Spread your legs wider, Ms. Davidson..." he ordered huskily against my neck as he nibbled at my skin.

My knees weakened instantly at the way he said my name.

"Please, just put it in. Let this be over before everybody catches on," I begged, my voice trembling as I braced myself against the wall.

His hands gripped my shoulders firmly. "Over? Do you even hear yourself?"

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles over my already hardened nipples, making me shudder.

"We've barely even begun, Professor."

I shivered at his words, not because I was excited. Okay, probably I was for a little bit. But the fact that this man, in the short time that we met each other, had never backed down on his word, meant I was in deep, serious trouble.

I never thought of myself as inexperienced. I mean, I'd had sex before--obviously. But as Dion's hands moved over me with this slow, deliberate confidence, I started realizing something.

I had no idea what I was doing.

Not in the way he did.

I was used to... basic sex. The kind where foreplay was mostly just a formality--if it even happened at all. A few rushed kisses, some fumbling touches, and then straight to the main event. No build-up, no teasing, just--boom, done.

But this?

Dion was in no hurry. He was dragging this out, taking his time like he actually enjoyed it. Like he enjoyed me. And it was totally messing with my head in ways I so wasn't prepared for.

"You're kinda stiff," he murmured, his lips brushing against my jaw. His hands were still moving--light, teasing, just enough to keep me on edge.

I forced out a laugh. "I'm fine." Yeah, right.

Dion pulled back slightly, glancing down at me with something that looked suspiciously like amusement. "No, you're not."

I bristled. "Excuse me?"

His smirk widened. "No one's ever really taken their time with you, have they?"

My stomach did a little flip-flop thing. "What? Of course they have--"

He just raised an eyebrow, and damn if that wasn't the most annoyingly knowing look ever.

Oh, god.

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Okay, fine! Maybe not. Whatever."

Dion chuckled, clearly way too pleased with himself. "Damn. That's just tragic."

I peeked at him through my fingers. "Are you seriously roasting my sex life right now?"

"Not roasting. Just... observing." He shrugged, grinning like the cat who got the cream. "But don't worry, professor. I'll make sure you get a proper lesson tonight."

I glared at him from behind my hands, trying not to smile. "Lesson? I should be the one giving you that. But you're enjoying this far more than you should."

He winked. "You have no idea how much fun this is going to be."

My heart was racing, but in a good way--like the top of a rollercoaster just before the drop. Scary, but the fun kind of scary.

Dion's grin widened. I felt his finger slide right in the center of my wet entrance, the fluid coming through my sheer underwear was so much that I almost came on the spot.

Oh, God. No. I was never like this. My previous boyfriends would usually take several thrusts before they finished, and I ever only orgasmed when I do it myself--and not from someone else's hands!

"Lesson number one," he grinned widely. He turned me around and pushed me beneath him. "Take my cock inside your mouth, teacher."

His eyes flashed with lust, and I shivered involuntarily as I knelt down before him, wrapping my fingers around his thick length.

"L--L--Like this?"

I licked the tip tentatively, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, savoring it.

His hands tangled in my hair, guiding my head closer.

"That's right," he purred, stroking my face. "Lick it and take it deep." His voice dropped lower as I began moving up and down, swallowing him whole until I felt his tip hit the back of my throat. I choked a bit, tears welling up in my eyes, but kept going nonetheless.

Dion groaned loudly above me, thrusting forward, burying himself deeper in my mouth. "More," he exclaimed, gripping my hair tightly. He bucked wildly into my mouth, beginning to fuck it furiously.

I gasped, trying desperately to keep myself together as he pumped harder.

My cheeks burned red as I struggled to keep up with his pace and not gag. Then, he pulled me upward, my face almost hitting the wall in front of us.

Dion leaned forward until his warm breath tickled the side of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin gently, teasing me with a promise of what was to come.

"Just relax," he whispered huskily against my ear, nuzzling me lightly. "And let me take care of you."

With that said, Dion began kissing his way down my back, his lips leaving a hot trail of goosebumps along the way. When he reached my panties, he stopped for a second, hesitating.

Then his hands slipped underneath my waistband and yanked them off completely. He slowly pushed his finger into me, making my knees go wobbly as a moan slipped past my lips.

A gasp escaped me at the sudden movement. Then I felt him pull back slightly, and when he spoke again, there was a definite note of satisfaction in his tone. "Now, this view is something to behold."

I flushed, turning my head slightly, but he stopped me with another kiss to my shoulder blade.

His fingers slid between my legs, spreading me open wide enough for his thick member to slip in the middle--and not inside.

Dazed, I commend myself for even managing to speak. "What... are you doing? Why aren't you putting it inside?"

Dion leaned his head on my shoulder, his voice thick with desire and impatience. "Patience makes the prize worth waiting for, Lorine. Or dare I say, professor."

His voice went straight to my head. God, I hate how much I tense up when he calls me that. Something about the way he says professor--turning my title into something forbidden and delicious--like a temptation I can't resist, no matter what I do.

Then his finger rubbed against my clit, sending waves of pleasure shooting up my spine. I shuddered, arching into him with a whimper of delight.

"Enjoying the feel of things now, professor?" he breathed between my shoulder and neck. "Lesson number two, get your partner wet and excited before you slide it in. It'll be beneficial for both of us."

"You're--You're the only one enjoying this..." My protest broke off as his fingers hit just the right spot. "Ah!"

He chuckled as I nearly came undone beneath his touch. Dion worked me over slowly yet expertly, his movements deliberate and precise, drawing out every drop of my self-control until I felt my cup overflow. I was right on the edge, about to climax--

Then, he stopped.

He pulled away from me completely, leaving me shaking and gasping in frustration.

I turned back, eyes wide with shock. "Are you serious?"

"Dead." He gave me another wicked, mischievous look that made my heart flutter nervously.

Dion grabbed me by the waist, flipping me over in one fluid motion and pressing his mouth to mine. He kissed me deeply as his fingers worked their way inside my already dripping cunt, stretching my walls and rubbing me with deliberate precision--just enough to drive me crazy but not enough for release. Each stroke brought me to the edge and left me dangling there, desperate for more.

His tongue swirled against mine hungrily, his teeth nipping lightly as he explored my mouth with an urgency that matched my own. He swallowed every sound that escaped me, drinking them down as if they tasted sweet to him. I could feel his satisfaction growing with each moan and whimper, as if he genuinely enjoyed hearing me beg for more, as if my pleasure was as intoxicating to him as his touch was to me.

The music boomed loudly outside. I could hear people talking and cheering, their voices carrying through the thin walls. I didn't even want to think about what everyone would think seeing us in this state. As hard as it was to admit, I just wanted Dion to take me already--to fill me up, stretch me out, fuck me until I passed out, or whatever else he wanted. Anything to relieve this ache building within me, this all-consuming need that had overtaken my entire body.

But Dion kept teasing, kept edging me, making me beg him for release with every touch and whispered word. Before I knew it, my back was pressed against the door, his cock grinding into the curve of my ass. His hot, ragged breaths fanned across my neck as his lips traced kisses along every inch of exposed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Then, suddenly, I came to my senses.

I was right in front of the damn door, and the students might hear me moaning.

"Wait...!" I moaned as he slowly rubbed his cock in my wet entrance, teasingly. I tried pushing him off me, but Dion only tightened his grip on me.

"Face the wall, professor, because you've been such a naughty girl your students need to hear how badly you fucking want this cock inside of you," he growled. "Or better yet, scream loud so all these people could hear how well you're taking my cock like a champ."

"No," I whispered as I felt the tip of his cock enter my entrance slowly, my orgasm on the brim of exploding. "D--Don't... they'll hear us..."

He grinned wickedly.

"Let them."

And with one brute push, he entered me fully in one thrust. A strangled cry left my lips and echoed through the room, causing Dion to chuckle deeply against my neck. I couldn't help myself anymore. My legs gave out, and I sank deeper onto him as his length filled and stretched me beyond capacity.

I immediately covered my mouth as I heard snickering from outside the room, realizing that the people must have noticed my loud cry.

"Don't worry," Dion breathed hotly in my ear. "It's just us two here. Nobody's listening in." His fingers went to the lock of the door, pressing it. Then, as if to prove his point furthermore, his fingers dug painfully into my thighs, lifting them upwards as he plunged deeper inside my core.

Another scream tore from my chest, my hand muffling the sound. Slowly, Dion moved inside of me. He started with gentle strokes first, allowing me a moment to adjust, then he gradually quickened his pace. Soon he was fucking me relentlessly, pounding me against the wall as his fingers gripped my hips tight enough for bruises to bloom under his hold.

I cried out again, but his huge hand muffled my moans as tears pricked at my eyes. I felt a powerful wave crash over me--I was finally orgasming! It was so intense, I could feel my entire body shake and tremble with pleasure.

He kept going. And soon after, I felt another orgasm approaching.

"Dion... please," I begged, unable to stop myself anymore. My whole body was burning up, every inch of skin aching to be touched by him, and I couldn't take it any longer. The orgasm came, but Dion wasn't done yet. He flipped me toward him and sunk to his knees, his mouth latching onto my clit as I bucked wildly. He continued pleasuring my core as he fucked me with his tongue mercilessly--his movements becoming frantic. His grip on me was so strong, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks.

My back arched off the wall as I came again, harder than before, so that I felt liquid gushing from within me, and Dion sucked it eagerly.

When I came down from my high, he stood up, towering over me with a satisfied expression plastered all over his gorgeous face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at me intently, his blue eyes glinting dangerously under the dim light.

I shivered in anticipation as he slowly advanced toward me, closing the distance between us until our bodies were flush against each other.

"Hold on tight, teacher," he whispered as he guided my hand over his neck and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly. "Because we haven't even gotten started."

With that said, Dion slammed his hard shaft inside of me once more, filling my core to fullness. I gasped in shock as he pounded me relentlessly, his pace fast and brutal now that I was lifted midair.

"You taste delicious," he grunted in my ear as he thrust deep inside my cunt, stretching me further than possible. "I can't get enough of any of this!"

I felt my entire body surrendering to him--my walls clenching tightly around his length while my juices dripped down our thighs. I muffled my noises by burying my face into his chest, inhaling his musky scent mixed with sweat as he continued ravaging me like an animal in heat. His grunts were loud and deep as he fucked me roughly. I felt him getting bigger and bigger, and before I knew it, we were already on the floor, my legs lifted high over his shoulders as I cried his name in silence but in pure ecstasy--over and over again until my throat was raw.

Dion's face, then, scrunches up into a frown. He buried his face into my hair as his finger found its way to my aching clit. He rubbed it in small circles, causing me to moan uncontrollably. He groaned loudly in response and picked up the pace we had left. He was going slow, but oh, so deep.

His cock throbbed inside my tight walls, stretching me wide open. With every slow pump, my insides clenched harder. Then, with one final thrust, I felt his hot cum spilling from my core. He kept pumping until every drop had been released from his balls, leaving us both breathless and spent, my hips jerking afterward as I took my final orgasm.

God, was it four times? No! Over five? I can't remember how many times I hit the edge.

I kept my eyes closed, but I felt warm fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my damp cheek. Dion kissed each eyelid, his lips lingering against them tenderly, making me melt even more inside.

"You alright, professor?" he asked softly, stroking my cheek with his thumb, a somewhat innocent smile lingering on his lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes."

His chuckle sounded strained. "Glad you're not too old for this, I see."

"Hey!" I slapped his arm playfully.

"So, how was the lesson?" He laughed. "Did you learn a lot from what I just did?"

I felt his hand stroke up and down my legs, making me clench all over again.

"Definitely," I answered honestly, gasping at the way his fingers lit my senses. "But that's enough lesson for the day, please."

* * *

I stood at the front of the lecture hall, a stack of notes clutched in my hands, trying to push thoughts of last night from my mind. I had to focus. I was here to teach, not to think about him. But, no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept circling back to Dion--his touch, his smirk, his voice that still echoed in my ears.

Damn it... Get yourself together, Davidson!

I cleared my throat, looking around the room at the faces staring up at me expectantly. "Good morning, everyone," I started nervously as my eyes scanned over their familiar features before landing on a set of blue ones.

Those damn beautiful baby blues that made me weak in the knees. The same eyes that held me captive during our heated session, making me lose control of myself completely.

It was Dion, and he was indeed in my class today, sitting right in the front row with a shitload of arrogance oozing out of him.

My heart skipped a beat. The air in the room felt suddenly thicker, like it was pressing down on my chest. I should've been used to this--used to the attention, the scrutiny. But with him, it was different. The memory of what had happened between us, the way he had touched me, teased me--it was like a live wire between us, crackling with tension.

I swallowed hard, my hand trembling slightly as I set my notes down. I had to act normal. I couldn't let him know how rattled I was.

But it was so damn hard. Every time I caught his gaze, my mind flickered back to the heat of the night, to the way he had whispered in my ear, to the way he'd made me feel...

"Alright," I forced myself to continue, my voice a little tighter than usual. "Let's begin."

But even as I spoke, I couldn't shake the feeling that Dion was watching me more closely than anyone else in the room--and I had no idea how I was going to make it through this class without completely falling apart from those tempting, blue eyes.