DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections.

Sophie's POV

"Sir..." I called slowly, my voice dripping with something I didn't even try to hide.

"Yes, Sophie," Professor Hayes answered without looking up from the papers in front of him.

I leaned in a little closer, trying every move I knew to get him to notice me. My chest pressed forward slightly, my fingers fiddling with my pen, my thighs brushing together as my stomach twisted in frustration.

No matter what I did, no matter how I teased or moaned or pressed myself against him, this man always treated me like some kid, like I wasn't a woman. But I was twenty-two, and I was burning with need for him.

The way his dark eyes just casually scanned the room, the strong veins along his hands... God, I fantasized about those hands gripping my neck, choking me while I cried out his name.

Fuck! I'm so tired of wanting him like this. But if he were to say a word to me "Sophie, Good job for today"

What the fuck!? I would really do a good job if he let me give him a blow job.

"Are you there, Sophie?" His voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and deep, and a shiver ran straight down my spine. I was leaning on his desk, my chest pressing forward, heat pooling low in my core.

"Yes..." I stammered, my eyes locked on his lips. The way they moved, made my body ache to close the distance, to grab his head and taste him, hard and messy.

"Shit!" I moaned before I could stop it, squeezing my thighs together, trying to hold back the flood of need hitting me all at once.

"So... for tomorrow, you're in charge of the decorations. You can ask your team to help you," he said again, pulling me closer even though he didn't touch me. Every word hitting me like fire straight to my core.

I couldn't stop myself. I'd wanted him since he transferred here. And somehow, I felt like he only let me get close.

Was I really the only one he let near him? My stomach twisted thinking about how badly I wanted him inside me, how I dreamed of him every night, wet and desperate.

"Sophie, are you lost?" His voice came again as he picked up a bottle of water. My eyes followed every movement, my brain heart hammering in my chest. The way he uncapped it, lifted it to his mouth slowly, letting the muscles in his throat flex... I gasped, my thighs clenching without my permission.

Was he doing this on purpose? Was he teasing me? Or did he just not care?

Before I could stop myself, I leaned in closer.

"Professor..." I moaned, my breath warm against his skin. "Are you teasing me?" I whispered, my eyes locked on him. There was a flicker in his expression, something I couldn't name, but it vanished before I could catch it.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, voice low and dangerous, eyes boring into mine.

I moved around the desk, closer to him, feeling my heat thrum through every inch of me. His presence was overwhelming, and I wanted more than just attention, I wanted his hands, his mouth, his body on mine.

I bent slightly toward him as he sat down, letting my head drop lower, chest forward. My boobs dropped lower for him to see and I felt the thrill of him noticing me, his eyes flicking down just for a second before meeting mine again.

"What are you doing, Sophie?" he said, his voice rough, tense.

I leaned closer to his ear, letting my hands drift toward the shelf behind him, pressing my body slightly against him.

My boobs grazed him, and I let out a soft moan, backing away slowly.

"Oh, sorry, I was picking a book," I murmured, heat crawling between my legs, noticing the darkness that crossed his face. That look, it was something I could die for. I wanted to see it again.

"Fuck, Sophie!" He growled, yanking me onto his lap before I could even react. My legs straddled him, my clit directly pressing against the hard line of his trousers. My eyes went wide, my breath hitched, and a gasp slipped from my lips.

"Prof..." The word came out more like a moan as I clutched his shoulders.

"Why are you shocked? You wanted this too, didn't you?" His voice was low, raw, full of something that made my core ache even more.

I nodded quickly, and his lips crushed mine. I melted against him, straddling him, body pressed flush with his.

His lips moved over mine like he was devouring me, deep and messy, and I felt my hips shift against his, unable to resist, rubbing him slowly, wanting every inch of him.

His groan vibrated against my mouth as he pulled back slightly, his hips jerking under mine. My hands found his shirt, tugging at him, craving more contact.

"Sophie, don't stop," he moaned, finding my lips again, rough and demanding. His hands went under my top, lifting it slightly. My skin shivered when his fingers brushed my bare skin.

"Oh fuck, Prof..." I moaned into his mouth as he ripped my bra off in one swift movement, hands grabbing my breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples. My back arched, body trembling, and I let out a loud, needy groan.

"Do you want me too?" I whispered against his lips, heat pooling low, desperate for him to take me.

"Does it matter now?" He murmured back, his lips grazing my ear as he pinched and rolled my nipples. A loud moan slipped from me again.

In one motion, he lifted me off his lap and dropped me onto the table, my thighs kicking instinctively. His lips were on my neck immediately, biting and sucking, and I arched toward him, hands tangling in his hair, pushing him closer. He moved my top fully aside, leaving me bare in front of him.

"You got nice boobs, Sophie," he said, his voice low, a dangerous glint in his eyes. My stomach twisted, heat burning straight through me.

I grabbed his head, pressing him closer, and he took both breasts into his mouth.

"Hayes! Oh my god!" I groaned, my body shaking. He sucked and licked, roaming his hands down, brushing over me, and I adjusted myself, lining my hips to his cock, grinding against him, rubbing him through the trousers, desperate for every inch of contact.

My mind was a messy whirl of need, pleasure, and longing. Every movement, every moan, every touch made me feel more alive, raw, exposed, and wild.

I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him stretch me, take me hard and relentless, ruin me completely. And judging by the way he groaned, the way his hands pressed into me, I wasn't the only one.

I pressed harder against him, my hips moving slowly at first, then faster, letting him feel my need.

His hands moved lower,slipping my skirt aside and grazing my thigh. I gasped and moaned, pressing against him even harder. Every touch made my body shiver uncontrollably.

"Fuck, Sophie," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You're shivering"

I couldn't even form words. My body was alive with sensation, burning, trembling and soaking him through.

I nodded frantically, lips parted, moaning against him, clutching his shoulders like my life depended on it.

And then he pushed further, moving his hands more deeper.

My hips moved of their own accord, chasing release, chasing him, chasing everything he promised but hadn't yet given. I felt him hard against me, felt the friction, felt the need, and I couldn't stop.

I was done holding back. I needed him inside me, needed him to fuck me, need him to take me raw, need him to ruin me completely.

Sophie's Pov

I was trembling, my body practically vibrating with need. Professor Hayes's hands were everywhere, his fingers brushing over my bare skin, teasing my breasts, circling my hardened nipples. I arched into him, letting out a loud moan, pressing myself against his mouth, feeling him groan against me.

I love this, I love it so much.

"Fuck, Sophie... you're so wet already," he whispered, voice low and rough. His fingers slipped lower, teasing the sensitive line between my thighs, barely brushing, just enough to make me shiver and moan.

"Prof... please..." I gasped, grinding down against him, desperate for more contact.

He smirked against my skin, his hands teasing but not giving me exactly what I wanted. Then, in one swift motion, he shifted my panties and he dipped two fingers inside me, circling and curling it. I threw my head back, a loud moan ripping from me.

"Oh my!" My hands tangled in his hair, clutching him, dragging him closer as he fingered me hard, making me squirm and tremble.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he murmured, voice husky, lips grazing my neck. "So fucking dripping for me."

I shivered under his touch, letting my hips roll against his fingers. My other hand found the line of his trousers, tugging at the bulge I could feel through the fabric.

I rubbed him slowly, teasing him, dragging my nails lightly over the hard line pressing against me, the huge dick I have been fantasizing from afar is in my hands.

"God, Sophie...," he groaned, moving his hand faster inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that made my knees weak. "You're driving me insane..."

I pressed harder against him, my fingers stroking and rubbing him over his pants, feeling him twitch under my touch. He groaned so loud it vibrated against me, and I smirked against his chest, grinding him harder.

Then he shifted, pulling back just enough to look down at me. His eyes dark, dangerous.

"You want more, don't you?" he said, dragging his fingers over my slick folds, teasing the tip.

"Yes... please..." I whispered, heat pooling as I continue clinging to him.

With a smirk, he dropped his mouth between my legs, hot and wet. His tongue pressed against me, flicking on me while his fingers continued to curl and thrust inside me.

I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, moaning so loud I was sure anyone walking by could hear, but who cares? This is a golden opportunity for me.

"Hayes... oh God, yes..." I cried, grinding down against his mouth. My body shook, trembling under the dual assault of his tongue and fingers.

He groaned against me, sucking and lapping, making me arch, my hips rolling, my hands clutching his head as if I couldn't let him go.

"Fuck... Sophie," he growled, one hand gripping my hip, the other moving faster inside me. "You're going to make me lose it..."

I whimpered, grinding harder, rubbing him, moaning his name, letting every filthy sound escape me. My thighs were slick, my body alive, and I didn't want to stop.

He groaned against me again, pulling back just a little to look up at me, eyes dark, wet with need. "You're insane... absolutely fucking insane."

He growled, gripping me tight, both fingers to tongue curling in me, but they are no longer filling me again, I needed something thick and huge in me.

I pulled back slightly, my breath coming in short gasps. My hands moved toward his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I reached for what I desperately wanted.

But his hands caught mine, stopping me cold.

I looked up at him, confusion washing over my face. "What's wrong?"

His grip on my wrists was firm but gentle. "No penetration."

The words hit me like a physical blow. My entire body went rigid. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

"What do you mean?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, cutting through the tension between us.

"Sophie..." he started, but I wasn't having it.

"What do you mean no penetration? I'm fucking losing my mind here. I need you right now!" The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate.

He opened his mouth to explain, but I was already moving.

I couldn't bear to hear whatever excuse he was about to give me. I grabbed my shirt from where it had fallen, yanking it over my head with jerky, angry movements. My hands shook as I straightened my clothes, trying to salvage what was left of my dignity.

"Sorry Sophie..." he began, but I was already at the door.

I didn't look back, I couldn't, if I turned around and saw those sexy face of his, I might do something I'd regret. Instead, I pushed through his office door and into the hallway, my footsteps echoing off the walls.

What? No penetration....A scoff left my lips

Damn you, Hayes.

The next morning came too soon. I'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, my body still humming with unfinished desire. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel his hands on my skin, could taste him on my lips. It was torture, maybe I shouldn't have tasted him yesterday

I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through my window.

Maybe if I stayed in bed long enough, yesterday would stop feeling so real.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I considered ignoring it, but something made me reach for it anyway. When I saw the message, my stomach dropped.

"Event setup today - 9 AM sharp. Don't be late."

The event!! How could I have forgotten? I shot up in bed, my heart racing for entirely different reasons now. I had less than an hour to get ready, get to campus, and pretend like nothing had happened between Professor Hayes and me.

I rushed through my shower, threw on the first clean clothes I could find, and get ready to go to campus with my mind spinning. How was I supposed to face him? How was I supposed to act normal when every part of me was still wound tight from yesterday?

The student center was already buzzing with activity when I arrived. Some tables still needed to be set up, decorations hung and catering arranged. I threw myself into the work, grateful for something to occupy my hands and mind.

I was arranging flowers on the main table when I saw him walk in. Professor Hayes moved through the room with that same confident stride that always turns me on. He chose a table near the front.

That's when the idea hit me.

It came out of nowhere, wild and reckless and completely unlike me. But as I watched him settle into his chair, adjusting his papers with those same hands that had touched me yesterday, something inside me snapped into focus.

I need to get under that table, I will get under that table to get my revenge for not filling in last night.

I was still thinking when he stood up immediately, putting his phone on his ear then walked out from the hall.

Perfect!

I looked around and then when I saw no one, I walked to the table and crawled under it, adjusting the clothes spread on it to cover me.

Let's see if he will be able to keep his sanity when he is in the middle of his speech while I suck him down here.

A smirk escaped my lips.

Sophie's Pov

I held my breath, my mind going crazy, knowing what I'm about to do is reckless as fuck but I don't care anymore. My body already made the decision for me. I shoved the thought away, my only focus on Hayes and what I'm about to do to him.

As if he could feel me thinking about him, I saw his legs approach the table from under the cloth. My pulse jumped, my lips already wet just seeing those dark trousers. He adjusted his chair and sat down, leaning back like nothing was wrong, completely unaware I was crouched right beneath him, waiting for him. I shifted a little, hiding deeper so he wouldn't see me just yet.

My eyes dropped to his bulge and holy fuck, it was right there, thick and hard even before I touched him.

That cock was straining against his trousers, begging to be freed. I wanted to tear those pants apart, suck him until he couldn't breathe, but no, first I'm going to play with him. Teach him a lesson for saying "no penetration" last time.

Let's see if he still has the strength to say that when my mouth is on his dick.

The speaker in the hall crackled and a voice rang out, "Professor Hayes, please come forward and give the opening speech and prayer."

I bit back a laugh, my smirk spreading. Oh, this is perfect.

Opening prayer, huh? Good. Let's pray together then.

He started to rise, but before he could stand, I slid my hand up and grabbed his thigh. His whole body jerked like he'd been shocked, his eyes snapping down in complete terror.

His mouth fell open when he saw me under the table. His eyes went wide as fuck, like he couldn't believe it.

"Sophie! What the hell are you.." His voice was a harsh whisper.

I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling him to shut the fuck up. "Shhh," I hissed, then tilted my head, my own eyes dark with hunger.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked back, my voice low and taunting.

I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard, panic and heat mixing in his expression.

"Sit down," I ordered, my tone sharp, my hand now creeping higher up his thigh. "You're going to sit there and give that speech while I give you a blowjob you'll never forget."

Before he could even process my words, I yanked him back down into the chair. My fingers went straight for his cock, grabbing him through his trousers. His hips bucked forward, his mouth parting like he wanted to moan but bit it back at the last second.

"Stop... Sophie," he groaned under his breath, the sound of my name breaking apart in a way that made my clit throb.

That voice, half a moan, half a command, shit!It was everything I wanted.

"This is for denying me," I breathed, leaning in closer, my lips brushing his thigh through the fabric. "Do you have any idea how badly I've been craving you? How badly I wanted this cock inside me?"

The speaker blared again before he could reply.

"Professor Hayes? Are you coming to the podium to give the speech?"

Hayes' whole body went stiff, but my hand was already rubbing roughly from his trousers thick length. My eyes locked on his face, daring him to stop me.

"Take it from here," I whispered up at him, grinning wickedly.

His chest heaved and finally, he rasped out, "I... I'll take it from here."

"Okay, no problem," the man on the speaker replied.

Hayes barely had time to breathe before I yanked down his zipper, the sound loud as fuck to my ears.

I shoved my hand inside, past the waistband of his boxers, and gripped him bare. His hips shot up like he couldn't help it, a strangled groan slipping past his clenched teeth.

"Fuck," I muttered, staring at his cock as I pulled his trousers and boxers down in one rough move.

His cock sprang free, thick and huge standing out. My mouth watered instantly, heat pooling between my legs so fast it almost made me dizzy.

I heard footsteps coming closer and I almost froze, someone stopped right in front of him.

"Here's the mic, Professor," a voice said.

Hayes reached out to take it, trying to keep his breathing steady, but the second his hand stretched out, I wrapped my fingers tighter around his cock and gave a firm pump.

His whole body jolted, and he let out a low, guttural sound he barely covered with a fake cough into the mic.

A filthy smile spread across my face. Yes. This is what I wanted.

I stroked him harder, my hand twisting, sliding from base to tip while my tongue teased the swollen head. He was trying to hold his composure, trying to act like nothing was happening, but I could feel he wanted to groan badly.

His dick was hot, throbbing, pulsing in my grip, and I hadn't even taken him into my mouth yet.

He blew out a shaky breath into the mic, like he was about to start talking, but I wasn't ready to let him catch his breath, not even for a second.

I shoved his hips back, dragging him further under the table where no one could see us. The second I was sure we were hidden, I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around his cock.

His whole body jerked like I'd just shocked him with a live wire. A raw, strangled sound ripped from his throat, but he swallowed it down so hard it came out as a weird cough into the mic.

His hands clamped down on the chair arms, his knuckles turning white, gripping the arms like he needed something to hold him steady or he'd lose it completely.

His precum smeared on my tongue the second I took him deep and holy fuck, that taste only made me hungrier. I hollowed my cheeks and dragged my mouth down his thick length slowly at first, pulling back so I could lick up the sides, slobber running down my chin and dripping onto his balls.

Then I went deeper and rougher, my spit making everything sloppy and wet. My tongue swirled around the swollen tip, flicking fast, teasing him until his hips tried to thrust but I pushed him flat with one hand.

"Professor Hayes, are you alright?" another voice called out, closer this time.

Hayes' chest heaved like he couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth to answer but what came out wasn't even words, just a broken mess of sound.

"Y-yeah... I... uh-God-yes... I'm-f-fine..."

I smirked around his cock, sucking harder. Fine, yeah? Okay let's see.

His thighs trembled under my hands, his whole body fighting to stay still. He bit his lip so hard it bled just to keep from groaning.

I shoved my head all the way down, taking him to the back of my throat. My nose pressed against his lower stomach as I swallowed around him, choking slightly, but I didn't stop.

I pulled back with a loud wet pop, spit stringing between my lips and his cock, then slammed my mouth down again, faster, sloppier and messier.

The mic picked up every shaky breath he took. His words came out broken and staggered, nothing but random pauses between gasps, like a man trying to give a speech while being destroyed under the table.

"W-we... ahh... w-we g-gathe, uh-t-today... for... oh, fuck for the blessing! "

I giggled around him, the sound vibrating against his cock and making his hips jerk. His free hand slammed against the table, almost knocking over the mic stand.

His leg kicked wildly under the table. He was falling apart, barely holding himself together while my mouth worked him like a toy.

I twisted my wrist around the base while my mouth pumped him fast, my tongue sliding over every vein, sucking so deep it made my throat ache. Slobber poured down my chin, soaking his balls as I cupped and squeezed them, my fingers digging into the soft skin.

Hayes' head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to breathe, tried to talk, but his voice cracked apart completely.

"Th...ank you lord.."

His breath came out in a ragged moan he couldn't stop.

The teachers up front probably thought he was sick or nervous, but not knowing I have him throbbing in my mouth and he is so close, so fucking close.

I didn't slow down. I went wilder, bobbing my head so fast my throat burned, my hand stroking in time with my mouth, twisting, squeezing, my tongue flicking at the tip every time I pulled back, and my clit hissing loudly, begging for something to touch it.

His chair creaked violently under him as his body shook, his hand slamming down on the table again, his other hand gripping my hair so tight it hurt, but I didn't care, how would I even care?

How fucking will I!?

"P-praise–ahhh....praise the... the l-lord...fuck, Sophie–"

That last word was half a moan, half a whimper, his control breaking completely.

I sucked harder, determined to swallow every drop when he finally lost it, no penetration? Fuck damnit!

"I will go first, sorry" his voice boomed out from the speaker.

He removed my head slightly, "Follow me, find a way to get yourself out there, without getting caught" he said sharply, as he pulled me away slightly and he pulled up his trousers, then picked his bag to cover up his bugle as he walked away from the hall.

A smile crept on my lips.