Chapter 4 Professor Dickson's Dick (IV)

The rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, warming my face. I blinked slowly as my eyes fluttered open. For a moment I simply stared at the ceiling, my mind still foggy with sleep.

My gaze drifted around the room, confusion settling over me as I realized something was wrong.

This wasn't my room.

My heart skipped a beat as memories from last night rushed back into my mind all at once.

I sat up quickly, the sheets sliding down my body as realization hit me. I was in Professor Dickson's room.

"Oh my God..." I whispered under my breath.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and checked the time.

8:30 a.m.

My eyes widened instantly.

"Shit!" I gasped, jumping out of bed. "I'm going to miss my practicals!"

My heartbeat sped up as panic rushed through me. I quickly scanned the room and noticed some clothes neatly folded on a chair near the bed.

They were my clothes from last night.

"How did he even bring these here?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

There was no time to think about it.

I quickly pulled on my clothes, my fingers fumbling slightly as I rushed. Once I was dressed, I hurried out of the room and down the road toward the school building.

By the time I arrived, my breathing had become uneven from rushing.

I walked straight to the practical room, pushing the door open nervously.

But the room was empty.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Where is everyone?" I murmured, glancing around the silent classroom.

For a moment I stood there alone, my thoughts racing.

Did the class already finish?

Was I too late?

Before I could figure it out, footsteps echoed behind me.

"The practical has been cancelled."

The deep voice made me jump slightly.

I turned around quickly.

Professor Dickson stood in the doorway, his arms crossed casually while a faint smirk rested on his lips.

"Cancelled?" I repeated, frowning slightly.

"Yes," he replied calmly. "I cancelled the practical."

My eyes widened in surprise.

"You did?" I asked, stepping a little closer.

He walked further into the room, his gaze lingering on me.

"I did it for you," he added quietly.

My brows knitted together in confusion.

"For me?" I questioned.

He leaned slightly against the table, watching me carefully.

"When I woke up this morning, you were still asleep," he explained. "I knew if I left you there, you would end up missing the practical."

A small smile tugged at my lips.

"So you cancelled it?"

He nodded slowly.

"Yes."

I exhaled softly, relief washing over me.

"Thank God," I murmured. "I thought I was really going to miss it."

He stepped closer to me, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

My lips curved into a small playful smile.

"Thank you, Professor Dickson," I replied.

His gaze lingered on my face before slowly drifting down my body. The look in his eyes made my stomach tighten slightly.

"So," he continued, his voice lowering a little, "how exactly are you planning to thank me?"

I tilted my head slightly, curiosity dancing in my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked softly.

A slow grin spread across his face.

"I want you to bend over that table," he murmured, pointing toward the desk behind me.

My pulse quickened instantly at his words.

"And let me have you before school starts."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but instead of resisting, a thrill ran down my spine.

"Gladly," I breathed.

Before he could react, I stepped forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward me.

Our lips crashed together instantly.

The kiss was rough and hungry. My fingers curled into his shirt while his hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling my body against his.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as heat spread through my body.

His hands pushed deeper into my thighs as he leaned over me, his breath hot against my neck. The sudden movement made a sharp gasp escape my lips as pleasure shot through my body.

"Fuck... you're so tight," he groaned roughly, his voice low with desire.

My fingers tightened around his shoulders as he kept moving inside me. My whole body trembled with each deep thrust, my breathing growing uneven.

"Ahh..." I cried softly, my head falling back against the couch.

He grabbed my hips firmly and pushed harder, making the couch creak beneath us.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against my ear.

A shiver ran through me as his voice sent warmth spreading through my chest.

"Don't stop," I breathed, my fingers digging into his back.

He suddenly pulled out of me, making me whimper from the sudden emptiness.

"Get on your knees," he ordered firmly.

I quickly obeyed, climbing onto the couch and leaning forward slightly. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt his hands gripping my waist again.

Without warning, he pushed back inside me.

"Fuck!" I gasped loudly, my body jerking forward as he filled me again.

His grip tightened on my hips as he began thrusting harder. The force of his movements made my body rock forward with every push.

"Oh God..." I moaned, my fingers clutching the cushions.

"Look at you," he growled. "Taking every inch."

His hand suddenly came down on my ass with a sharp smack.

The sting sent a wave of heat through my body, making my legs tremble.

"Ahh!" I cried, my back arching instinctively.

"You're such a mess," he muttered breathlessly.

His thrusts became faster, harder. The sound of our bodies moving together echoed in the room as the couch shifted slightly beneath us.

My breathing became ragged, my chest rising and falling quickly as pleasure built inside me.

"Professor..." I gasped, my voice shaking.

"Yes," he groaned behind me, his hands gripping my hips even tighter.

"I'm close," I whispered breathlessly.

He leaned forward slightly, his chest pressing against my back as he kept thrusting.

"Not yet," he rasped.

His fingers slid over my body, grabbing my breast and squeezing roughly.

The sudden touch made another moan escape my lips.

My body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve in my body seemed to spark with heat as he kept moving inside me.

"Fuck... you feel incredible," he groaned.

My legs trembled beneath me as pleasure built faster and faster.

"I can't..." I gasped.

"Yes, you can," he breathed.

His thrusts suddenly became deeper, pushing me forward against the couch again.

"Oh God...!" I cried out.

"Fuck... I'm going to cum," he groaned hoarsely.

My body tightened as waves of pleasure rushed through me.

"Ahh..." I moaned weakly, my fingers gripping the cushions tightly.

With one final thrust, his body tensed.

"Fuck!" he groaned as he climaxed.

I felt the warmth spread through me as his breathing became heavy.

Slowly, he pulled out and collapsed beside me on the couch.

Both of us lay there for a moment, trying to catch our breath.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as the room fell into silence again.