CHAPTER 52: TAMING THE PROFESSOR – I

Tisha gripped the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, but the way she pressed forward told Alex everything... she was desperate to get home, eager beyond reason.

A smirk tugged at his lips as his mind flashed back to the theater... her teasing hands, the way she’d felt him up while his friends sat inches away.

A wicked thought sparked, and before she could react, his fingers trailed up her thigh, hooking beneath the thin fabric. With a slow, deliberate tug, he slid her panties aside, savoring the bare, slick heat of her folds against his touch.

Her eyes locked on his, wide with shock and heat, as a shiver ran through her.

"Alex... please," she whispered, voice trembling. "If you keep moving like this... I could... " Her fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles white. "I could crash... we might hit something..."

Her words were shaky, part warning, part plea, yet her body pressed instinctively against him, unveiling her desire.

Alex’s lips curved into a slow, playful smirk, leaning closer until his warm breath ghosted over her ear. "Crash?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

"You think I’d let a little danger stop me? Naughty teacher... trying to act careful while your body betrays you."

Alex’s grin darkened. He didn’t pause. His fingers pressed deeper, teasing her warm folds with deliberate, slow strokes, coaxing shivers from her with every touch.

"Getting me worked up while my friends sat just inches away... do you really think I forgot?"

Tisha’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping. "I... I don’t know what you mean," she purred, batting her lashes with mock innocence. "I was just... making conversation." Her heart thudded... thrill and fear mingling.

"You like testing me, don’t you?" he murmured, voice low and smooth, brushing a thumb along the sensitive line of her thigh. "Trying to act composed while your body screams otherwise."

A shiver ran up her spine. Tisha’s breath hitched, and she pressed her legs together instinctively, trying to stop him, even as warmth pooled deeper inside her. Every nerve seemed to fire at once.

Her fingers tightened around the wheel, nails digging into the leather.

She tried to pull away subtly, to regain some control... but Alex’s hand followed, unrelenting, coaxing, teasing.

"Alex... stop... I... I can’t..." she gasped, voice shaking, each word half command, half surrender. But even as she protested, a soft, helpless whimper escaped her lips, betraying her resolve.

He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear, warm breath making her shiver again. "Stop?" he purred, voice dripping with mock disbelief. "You think you can tell me to stop after all the games you played in the theater? Naughty teacher..."

Tisha’s heart pounded, heat suffusing her, yet a flicker of logic, of risk, flashed in her mind. If I lose it now... I could crash... Her fingers clutched the wheel harder, legs trembling, but her body yielded completely, quivering against him.

She squirmed, back arching slightly, heat pooling in her core despite herself. "I thought... you liked it that way," she whispered, voice trembling. "All secret and sneaky."

"Oh, I did," Alex murmured, low and dangerous. "But now? It’s just us. And you’re going to pay for every second I had to hold back." His fingers inched higher, teasing along the lace edge of her panties.

Tisha’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. "You’re playing with fire," she breathed, hips shifting slightly against him, betraying her control.

"Maybe I like fire," he said smoothly, voice thick with promise. "Watching you fight it... trying to act composed while your body betrays you. I love it."

The tension coiled tighter between them, the car’s engine hum beneath the charged silence.

Then, a sudden impulse: Tisha’s hands clenched the wheel, heart hammering. She swerved slightly, taking a side road that cut through a darkened field. The city’s neon glow faded behind them, leaving only shadow and anticipation.

"Looks like we’re not going home anymore," Alex teased, grin wicked, voice low, as his hand traced a slow circle over her thigh, fingers sliding higher, brushing the lace, coaxing heat from her.

Tisha groaned, hips pressing against him despite herself. "Alex..." she whispered, voice taut with want, fingers gripping his wrist as though to anchor herself. "I can’t... I won’t... not here..."

"Shh," he murmured, leaning closer, breath warm against her ear. "Just drive. Don’t you dare think about stopping me. You wanted this... remember?"

Her control shattered. A shiver ran up her spine as his fingers danced in maddening circles, every touch igniting her nerves. She gripped the wheel with desperate tension, the car lurching slightly with every shift of her hips, pulse racing. ’He’s driving me insane... and I love it.’

"Please..." she gasped, barely able to form words, every nerve screaming for more.

"Please what?" he purred, low, fingers teasing deeper. "Please beg? Please surrender? You started this little game, teacher... you started it, and now I finish it."

Tisha’s breath hitched, body shivered, and a wicked, desperate thought took hold.

She guided the car deeper into the open field, turned off the engine, and before Alex could speak, she straddled his lap, lips capturing his in a demanding, searing kiss. I’m not just giving in... I’m taking control, too.

He groaned, hands finding her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her nails raked his shoulders, teeth nipped his lip, the power balance flipping in an instant.

"Not so fast, darling... I’m not done playing either," she whispered, voice low and dangerous.

Alex’s smirk widened, eyes dark with desire, every inch of him alert to her defiance. "Oh, I’m counting on that," he murmured, hand drifting once more, but she was ready, pressing into him, teasing, taunting, daring him to lose control entirely.

The night stretched around them, shadowed and infinite, the field their private stage.

Every touch, every gasp, every whispered command promised more... a game neither would surrender, a fire neither could resist.

Tisha hiked up her skirt, fabric bunched around her waist as she reached beneath and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked panties.

With a quick, jerky motion, she shimmied them out, then pressed the soaked fabric against his lips, demanding he taste her.

"Taste how wet you’ve made me. I’m dripping for you, Alex." His tongue lapped at the lace, and she could hear him groan, savoring her desire.

"Let’s not keep this trapped any longer..." she whispered, fingers teasing at his waistband.

In one smooth motion, she freed Alex’s cock, her eyes widening at the sheer size. "Oh my god, Alex," she breathed, wrapping her hand around him. I knew you were big, but... this is overwhelming.

She shifted, straddling him, her gaze locked with his. The heat in his eyes made her breath hitch as she positioned herself above him, her body trembling with anticipation.

For a moment she lingered there, teasing both of them with the closeness, before lowering herself onto him, a shuddering cry spilling from her lips.

"Aaannhhh!" Her head fell back, hips trembling as he filled her completely, every inch stretching her tight, burning walls.

Pleasure and ache tangled together, shivering through her spine, while she gripped his shoulders, helpless and wanting, every nerve alive.

"Ohhh godddd, you feel so good inside me," Tisha screamed, body clenching around him.

She started to move, rising until just the tip remained, slamming back down with abandon. "So big, so deep. Fuck, Alex, you’re splitting me open."

Alex groaned, primal, hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.

His hands slid up, tugging her top higher, fingers slipping beneath the fabric with impatient hunger. He hooked a finger under her bra, shoving it aside just enough to bare the soft swell of her breasts

He cupped her breasts, laving his tongue over nipples, teasing, biting, pulling gasps from her.

"Ohhh fuck, yes," she cried, nails tangling in his hair. "Play with them, suck, bite. I want to be marked, claimed, owned." Her hips ground harder, every movement a mixture of desire and defiance.

Alex growled, vibrations rumbling through her body, stoking the flames of her pleasure. He could feel her coiling tighter, chasing her release.

"You know what makes this hotter?" Tisha panted, nails digging into his scalp. "Knowing your friends imagined me like this... spread on your lap, impaled on your cock." She shuddered, moaning at the thought.

"Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl," Alex taunted, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. He grinned up at her, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Getting off on the idea of my buddies knowing what a slut you are for their friend’s dick. I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for long, haven’t you? Masturbating in your office, imagining it was my fingers buried inside your dripping cunt, my tongue licking up your juices."

"Ahhh fuck, yes!" Tisha cried out, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure. "Every fucking day, Alex. I tried to fight it, tried to be a good girl, but it was impossible. The way you kissed me that day, claiming me in my own office... I was soaked, fucking drenched, and I couldn’t...

Tisha continued, her voice a desperate, broken keen. "I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I just kept thinking about you, wanting you, needing you inside me. I’ve never felt like this before, Alex. Never been so consumed by lust, so desperate for cock."

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Author’s Note :

Control, desire, and danger... neither of them is backing down. And this is just the beginning, things are about to get hotter.

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