Professor Daddy: A Dark Daddy Romance (Dark Daddies Book 5) Page 4

  I’ve never had someone look at me like this before, with pure, unhidden desire.

  He spreads my legs and unbuttons my jeans. He doesn’t fumble, he doesn’t hesitate. He’s not some little boy, asking for permission.

  He kisses my nipple, my neck, my lips. He unzips my jeans, and I lift my hips up as he slides them off.

  And he drops to his knees in front of me.

  I gasp as he kisses my inner thigh.

  “You weren’t… joking,” I say, blinking, as his lips tease my pussy over my underwear. I must be dripping wet already.

  “I don’t joke about getting you off, Clara,” he says. He pushes my panties aside and teases my clit with his tongue.

  I groan softly before biting my lip. He smirks, looking up at me. “Quiet now,” he says. “Can you do that for me?”

  I nod, biting my lip harder as he starts to suck and lick me faster. I have to swallow my pants, my moans. I struggle to stay quiet as pleasure blooms all through me.

  I’ve never had a man go down on me like this before. It feels so fucking good. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to lick my clit, how to move his tongue, his lips, even his teeth. It’s driving me wild, and he clearly enjoys it, too.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” he says, sliding two fingers inside of my pussy. I gasp softly. “Absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to taste your cum on my tongue.”

  “Shit, Jason,” I whisper. “Are you sure nobody’s going to come in here?”

  “No,” he says, smirking, pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m not sure at all.”

  He leaves his fingers inside of me as he starts to lick and suck my clit again. I’m writhing now, moving my hips, losing myself.

  There’s a voice in the back of my head that’s worried about getting caught, but that voice only makes this moment that much hotter.

  Jason Turner’s going down on me right now. My hot-as-sin professor is licking my pussy, and it feels so fucking good. He thinks I’m delicious and he wants to get me off.

  And we’re doing it on campus, in some random office.

  My god, this is so fucked up, so wrong. But I don’t care.

  His fingers curl and slide in and out, fucking me, as he licks and sucks my clit. I start to move faster, moving my hips. I grab his hair with one hand, still leaning back. My bare breasts shake as I heave in deep breaths, struggling to keep myself quiet.

  I can’t do it. I let out soft moans as my body starts to tense. Pleasure overwhelms me, growing and building, deep in my core. He fucks me with his fingers, curling in and out, licking my clit, driving me wild.

  I can barely control myself. The orgasm comes over me, swift and intense. I grip his hair hard but that only makes him go faster, fucking my pussy faster with his fingers, thrusting them in and out. As I come, he looks up at me, fingers finishing the job, driving me wild.

  When I finish, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and he cleans them off, one at a time, with a smile on his face.

  “You’re a very good student, Clara,” he says, stepping back from me.

  I stare at him, sweating slightly, breathing deep. I’m topless, my jeans are on the floor, my moccasins are on top of them, and my useless, soaked panties are still pushed aside. I’m wearing just a pair of green socks with white stripes.

  He stares at my body. I can feel his eyes taking me in, looking at my blossoming, red pussy, at my pink nipples, still hard as hell, at my lips, bitten from exertion.

  “God damn, you are perfect,” he says softly. “You have no idea how wrong this is, but I couldn’t care less.”

  “It’s a good risk, right?”

  He smirks. “Exactly.”

  He steps away, takes the chair from the back of the door, and slips out without another word, leaving me sitting on the desk, basically naked.

  It takes me a second to get myself together. I hop down, dress quickly, and straighten myself up. I wait another few minutes before leaving the office.

  Jason’s gone, nowhere in sight.

  I check the time and frown a little. I have about a half hour until my next class.

  I slowly walk in that direction, still floating on air from that orgasm and buzzing with confusion, desire, and more.

  And it feels so good.

  6

  Jason

  Early the next morning, the interns are tapping away at their computers.

  Clara’s incredibly taste still lingers on my lips.

  I watch her as she works. Sexy, smart, intense. I want to tell the rest of these guys to get the fuck out of here so I can make her come again, over and over.

  That image of her, sitting on that desk, her legs spread, is still driving me wild. Last night, I jerked myself off twice just thinking about it.

  And I’m still basically hard looking at her. I don’t know how I’m going to help myself.

  But I know I need some measure of control.

  I spend most of the session working with Coop and Alan. They came across some issues on the code that need solving, and we put our heads together to work it out. That helps to distract me from Clara.

  But of course, that’s only temporary.

  Fuck, I feel like a kid again, like a teenager with a crush. I’m lusting after this girl like I never have before, not in a very long time.

  Maybe it’s how wrong this is. Maybe it’s the inherent risk in what we’re doing.

  Or maybe it’s just her, just Clara.

  Her taste, her body…

  It’s all I want.

  “Good work today,” I say after time’s up. Coop and Alan grin and wave as they leave. Howard lingers, asks me some boring questions, but I give him some attention.

  Clara’s still sitting at her computer, still typing away.

  Eventually, Parker and Howard head out. I move over to Clara and watch her for a second.

  She finally looks up, gives me a smile.

  “How was it today?” I ask her.

  “Not bad,” she says.

  “And the others?”

  “They’re ignoring me.”

  “Better than the alternative.”

  “Probably.” She shrugs. “I don’t care either way.”

  “Good.” I watch her closely for a moment. “Are you hungry?”

  She frowns. “A little bit.”

  “Come on. Let’s grab something.”

  She hesitates a second. “I mean… is that safe?”

  I laugh. “Professors and students get food together all the time. Come on, it’s not like I’m going to eat you out in the middle of campus.”

  She blushes like crazy, which I love. We gather our stuff, shut everything down, and walk out of the building together.

  There’s a little coffee place down the street. We talk about the work together as we walk and head inside.

  “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask,” she says as we get our coffee and find a spot to sit.

  “What’s that?”

  “Are you still involved with Meteor?”

  I nod. Meteor Metrics is the company I founded and made my fortune off of. “Still active, yeah.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know that.”

  “Hard to let go of something you built, even if you’re not in control anymore.”

  We find a two-person table near a window and sit down. “That must be hard.”

  “Sometimes,” I admit. “I gave up a lot for Meteor, so it’s hard to see it in someone else’s hands.”

  “What did you give up?”

  I purse my lips, glance out the window. I don’t normally talk like this about my old company.

  Actually, I don’t normally talk about it at all.

  “Personal life stuff, mostly,” I admit to her. “Wife, kids, all that.”

  “But you’ve had plenty of girlfriends.”

  I grin at her. “That’s true. Sometimes I forget that people know all about my personal life.”

  “You haven’t exactly been shy with the media.”

  “Good
point. I used to treat that sort of stuff as free press for my company, but now…” I shrug a little. “I’ve given up a lot, like I said.”

  She hesitates a second, sips her coffee. “Is that part of why you’re here, at Monray?”

  I cock my head. “Maybe.”

  “You’re hiding from the media.”

  “That’s part of it.”

  “Because, I mean, if you were at Harvard or something, people would be all over you. They’d know.”

  I grin at her. I didn’t think she’d put that part of this puzzle together so quickly, but clearly I underestimated her. “That’s right,” I say. “I’m also good friends with the dean.”

  “Oh,” she says, blinking. “I guess that makes sense.”

  “Why?” I ask.

  “You’re both rich white guys.”

  I laugh, grinning huge. “We went to college together. And Roman is Hispanic.”

  She shrugs. “You know what I mean.”

  “Not all wealthy people know each other.”

  “That’s what you want us to think.”

  I laugh again and she grins at me, clearly joking around.

  “Well, what about you? How’d you end up at Monray?” I ask her.

  She shrugs. “I grew up in the area and I know it’s a good school. They let me in, gave me a decent scholarship, so… here I am.”

  “Boring story,” I say, grinning.

  She laughs. “We’re not all billionaires, you know.”

  “True. Do you have family?”

  “Yep. Mom and dad still live at home. I have an older brother, he’s out in California.”

  “Close with them?” I ask.

  “My parents, yeah, but not really my brother.”

  “Why not?”

  “He’s… difficult. Opinionated.”

  “He’s a California liberal.”

  “Basically.”

  I laugh again. I ask her about her parents and she tells me about them, about their normal middle-class life. Her father works for an insurance company and her mother works part-time at a local school district.

  She grew up normal, band practice, soccer games, all that. Middle-class living.

  “What about you?” she asks.

  “I have two brothers and three sisters,” I say. “Mom and dad were prolific.”

  She laughs at that. “Really?”

  “I’m the middle child. Sisters are all younger, brothers are all older.”

  “Oh, weird.”

  “Right? Mom didn’t work, and Dad was… well, he did a lot of stuff. Mostly construction, but he owned a bar at one point, and he was a bookie for a while.”

  “A bookie, seriously?”

  “It was a different time, but yeah, seriously.”

  “Wow. How did you end up like this?”

  “Hard work,” I say. “Did well in school, got into Yale, launched Meteor from my dorm. Back when that sort of thing was possible.”

  She laughs and listens as I tell her about my family, about my crazy old brothers and my crazier younger sisters.

  It’s strange, talking about all this with a girl half my age, but I forget all about that as we get talking. Her age disappears, and I find myself just talking like we’re two normal people sharing coffee.

  Since that’s what we are. Nobody knows that I got her off yesterday and that I can’t stop thinking about it.

  She checks her watch after about a half hour of easy talking. “Oh, shit,” she says. “I lost track of time. I gotta get going.”

  “Class?”

  She nods, standing up. “Class.”

  “Okay then.”

  She hesitates, smiles at me. “I’ll see you later.”

  I nod and watch as she walks away. But instead of going out the front… she heads to the back, to the bathrooms.

  I don’t know why I do it. I get up and follow her without thinking. The coffee shop isn’t busy right now, and the bathrooms are located in a little alcove tucked in the back. It’s totally empty when I get back there, and nobody’s coming or going.

  She comes back out from the unisex stall a second later. She blinks, surprised to see me. I step forward, pushing her back into the bathroom.

  I kick the door shut and kiss her.

  Slow and deep, I kiss her. I need to taste her. She kisses me back without another word.

  I break off the kiss after a slow moment. “I know this isn’t the most romantic spot,” I whisper in her ear. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

  “You need to learn some self-control, Professor,”

  I smirk at her. “You wouldn’t like it.”

  “Maybe not.”

  I kiss her one more time, turn, and leave the bathroom. I walk away, passing the table, and leaving the coffee shop.

  I have a smile on my face, her lips lingering on mine.

  7

  Clara

  That night, after classes, I find myself wandering on campus, heading toward the lab.

  I don’t really know why. I feel restless and alone. Mac invited me out to some party, but the idea of getting drunk and letting annoying frat guys try to flirt with me just isn’t appealing right now.

  I still feel Jason’s lips on mine. He surprised me back at the coffee shop by pushing me back into the bathroom, but I loved it. I saw something n his expression that I didn’t expect to see.

  Something I’ve never seen in a man’s eyes before.

  Pure desire. Real, true, genuine desire.

  My head’s been spinning all day. I don’t know what I’m getting myself involved in, but I’m excited to find out.

  I step in through the building’s door. And head down to the lab. The lights are off, and they come on with a slow flicker, almost like they’re groaning.

  The room looks small and empty without the others in it. I head over to my computer and sit down, booting it up, biting my nails, wondering why I’m here and not out partying like a normal college kid.

  Maybe I’m not a normal college kid. Or maybe I’m just starting to change.

  I get to work. There’s a ton of stuff to do, and all of our tasks are set out in this flowchart-like document that Jason put together. Each of us is assigned different tasks, and if we all complete them on time, the final product will come together.

  I decide to get myself a little cushion, get a little ahead of the game. I figure it can’t hurt, just in case something comes up later.

  I work for maybe twenty minutes before I hear footsteps out in the hall. My head’s full of programming and I barely even notice it when the door opens and two people step inside.

  I frown and look up. It’s Howard and Parker, chatting with each other. They stop when they spot me.

  “Clara,” Howard spits. “What are you doing here?”

  “Working,” I say.

  The two boys come over to me. Howard sneers and Parker’s grinning like they were just talking about me.

  I bet they were.

  “Makes sense, you need the extra time,” Howard says.

  “Why are you here, then?”

  He shrugs. “We were bored, thought we’d come in and get some stuff finished.”

  “Bored? I guess you really don’t have a life.”

  I know I shouldn’t have said it. The words just tumble out of my mouth. Howard glares at me and Parker blinks, surprised.

  “Don’t be a bitch, Clara,” Howard says.

  “Seriously. This is why nobody likes you.”

  I tense up, anger flaring through me. They started this crap, and here they are acting like I’m out of line.

  This is the problem with being a woman. You either sit back and take their asshole bullshit, or you fight back and suddenly you’re a bitch. It drives me absolutely insane. It’s just another double standard I’m forced to deal with on a daily basis, and I hate it.

  “Just sit down and leave me alone,” I say to them. “You guys are just big babies.”

  Howard shakes his head. “Seriously, I don’t ev
en know why you’re here. Everyone knows you suck at this stuff.”

  “I don’t suck at anything,” I say.

  “Except dick,” Parker adds, and the two guys laugh.

  “Great one, idiot. I bet nobody’s ever touched your dick, except for maybe Howard here.”

  Howard glares. “I’ve never touched his dick.”

  “Yeah, seriously,” Parker adds.

  I roll my eyes. “Oh my god, you guys are so insecure, it’s pathetic. Who cares if you’re gay? It’s freaking 2018.”

  “I’m not gay,” Parker stutters. “Seriously, I’m not.”

  “Shut up, idiot,” Howard says to him, and looks back at me. “You’re just a nasty bitch, you know that?”

  “You guys came in here and started this,” I say. “You want me to roll over and take it.”

  “Yeah,” Howard says dangerously, taking a step closer, “I really do.”

  We stare at each other and nobody speaks. I can feel Howard’s anger, matching mine at least. Parker looks between us, uncomfortable, uncertain. He takes a step back, not sure he wants to be involved in this.

  But he doesn’t have anywhere to go. The door opens again, and this time, Jason walks inside.

  We all turn toward him, surprised. He looks at the three of us, frowning.

  “What are you three doing here?” he asks, suspiciously looking between me and Howard.

  “We, uh, came to get work done,” Parker says. “Clara was already here, so, yeah.”

  “Clara?” Jason asks.

  “I wanted to get ahead,” I say. “They had the same idea, I guess.”

  Jason sighs. “You two, get out. Clara, save your stuff.”

  Howard and Parker hesitate, but they obey. They quickly leave the room as I start to save the work I got done before they interrupted me.

  Once the door shuts, Jason walks over to me. “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “I’m fine.”

  “I could feel the tension.”

  “I’m fine,” I repeat. I finish saving my work, shut down the computer, and stand. “Seriously, they’re just little boys.”

  “Little, angry boys,” he corrects. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

  “I’m fine,” I say again, a hint of annoyance in my voice. “What are you doing here anyway?”