Sinful Desires (Volume 1)

Chapter One –

Avena's POV

I had always thought about what it would feel like to have Professional Noah D'Artagnan's cock inside of me.

He was way older, but I mean, who cared?

I know I didn't.

Judging from the strain in his tailored pants, he was HUGE.

No, I was not exaggerating and yes, I was currently staring as he paced the platform, trying to explain something I wasn't even paying attention to.

The fabric stretched over his thigh with every step he took, and the outline of his shaft pressed against the dark wool like it was demanding to be freed.

Oh what I'd do just to get a chance to free it.

I bit my lower lip hard and felt a pulse between my legs that had nothing to do with my heartbeat.

Three years.

It had been three years of watching his recorded lectures in my dorm, headphones on, and hand shoved down my pajama bottoms, imagining his low and commanding rumble of a voice, ordering me to touch myself.

I had come to the sound of his name more times than I could count. And now he was right there, silver at his temples, and dark eyes scanning the room like he owned every inch of this university.

The same way I wanted him to own every inch of my body.

He was not only older, but he was seasoned and the kind of handsome that didn't need youth to burn.

I was too lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that he had caught me staring. His gaze locked onto mine and the lecture notes in his hand dropped to the podium.

His lips curved into something that was barely a smile and I felt my breath hitch, and my thighs clenched so tight a damp heat spread through my panties.

The man fucking knew.

He knew I'd been watching him, wanting him, and imagining his hands on my body.

The worst part?

He wasn't looking away.

I forced my gaze away, looking everywhere else but at him as he went on with the lecture. The rest of the class was a blur and I couldn't tell you a single word he said.

I just sat there, soaked, trying to steady my breathing while my cunt throbbed in time with his footsteps.

Then when the lecture ended, I tried to slip out with the crowd. I was almost at the door, a sigh of relief escaping my lips when his voice cut through the chatter like a blade.

"Ms. Thomas. A moment, please".

I froze.

Students shuffled past me, some glancing back with curiosity. After taking a deep breath, I swallowed and turned slowly. He was standing behind his desk, arms crossed, with that same predatory look fixed on me.

I walked towards him, legs unsteady while my heart slammed against my ribs. I stopped in front of his desk but he waited until the door clicked shut.

"My office. Now".

Then he walked out of the class first and I trailed far behind, heart still slamming against my ribs.

When I entered, I found him already sitting. His gaze was fixed on me as I approached his desk steadily.

Then he lowered his gaze to a folder on his desk. It had my name-Avena Thomas, boldly written on it.

My academic file, I realized.

He picked it up, flipped it open, then scanned the pages, and let the silence stretch.

"Avena Thomas". My name in his mouth made my stomach flip. "Your previous semester's grades are... concerning".

His voice was a low rumble, the same one that had made me come in the dark of my room.

He looked up with those dark eyes. I was pinned in place by them. "I've reviewed your transcripts. Your potential is clear, but your performance has dropped significantly".

He set the folder down and stood, moving around the desk until he was towering over me. The scent of his cologne-wood and something strong, filled my lungs.

"We'll need regular meetings. I'll be assigned as your academic supervisor". He said and his hand brushed my arm lightly. I shivered. "Effective immediately".

I couldn't speak as he stepped closer. Then he walked past me, causing me to turn around to watch as he strode to the door and put the lock in place.

Click.

Then he walked towards me and I was backed into the edge of his desk. He didn't just stop at that, his hands came down on either side of me, caging me in,

Heat instantly enveloped me.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?".

The question was soft and almost amused and my lips parted, but no sound came out. Then his mouth descended to my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I gasped, eyes closing.

"I've seen you in my lectures", he murmured against my throat. I fought the urge not to swallow. "Watching me while touching yourself in the back row, thinking I wouldn't notice". His teeth grazed my pulse. "I noticed".

"Yes". The word tore out of me, desperately. "Yes, I've been thinking about it. About you".

I opened my eyes and he pulled back just enough to meet them. His were dark and his pupils were blown wide.

"Good. Because I've been thinking about you too".

Before I could even say a word, his mouth was on mine. It was hard, demanding, and he tasted of coffee. His tongue slid past my lips, and I moaned into him, my hands fisting into his jacket.

He lifted me onto the desk like I weighed nothing and shoved the papers and files aside. Then he pushed my skirt up, the cool wood pressing against my thighs as his fingers found the waistband of my panties.

"Damn", he breathed against my lips. "Already wet, aren't you?".

I couldn't answer.

He pulled my panties aside and I felt his fingers...those long, deft fingers I'd dreamed about... slide over my slick folds.

"Uhhhh..."

I licked my lips, mouth opening in a silent cry. He didn't tease, he just buried two of his fingers inside me without preamble.

"Fuck", I gasped, my head falling back.

"Wet already. Good". He said, thumb finding my clit, and circling it in a rhythm that made my legs shake.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt, slow at first, before he moved faster, the sound obscene and perfect in the empty office.

I grabbed his shoulders and my nails dug into them as my head spiralled. "Professor -".

"Noah", he corrected, his voice strained. "When I'm inside you, you call me Noah".

"Mmmm....". I moaned in response as he continued working inside me, the slick squelch of his fingers, echoing off the four corners.

His thumb pressed harder, and I felt the coil tighten in my belly. I was going to come, right there, on his desk and on his fingers while he watched me fall apart.

"Please", I whimpered. "Please, I want your cock. I need you to fuck me-".

He chuckled low. "Not yet".

He continued curling his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. My moans echoed off the walls and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to.

"I'm so close, Noah". I moaned, bitting my bottom lip.

"That's it", he murmured. "Come for me".

Like I had always been fantasizing about his voice ordering me to cum, I did. I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, and causing my cunt to clench around his fingers while my body arched off the desk. But he kept moving, drawing the cum out and pushing it back in, until I collapsed, gasping while my forehead was slick with sweat.

He withdrew his fingers slowly then took them to his lips. With his eyes never leaving mine, he licked them clean.

"Good girl". He muttered, and adjusted the huge rod straining against his pants.

Then leaned in, but I was still trembling.

"Tonight", he said, his breath hot against my ear. "Seven o'clock. My office. We'll begin your lessons".

I swallowed, my throat dry. "Lessons?".

He smiled. A wolfish kind. "On how to properly earn that A+".

He paused.

"And how to take my cock when I decide you've earned it".

Chapter Two –

Avena's POV

I arrived at his office at exactly seven o'clock.

My thighs were still sore from the afternoon...supervision. And my pulse hammered against my ribs.

The hallway was empty, and the building was quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights lighting it. It seemed the night classes had already commenced.

I knocked at Professor Noah's door, staring down at the thin blouse and mid-thigh skirt I had changed into deliberately.

The door suddenly swung open and I almost staggered back.

Professor Noah D'Artagnan stood there with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his tie loosened. His eyes swept over me slowly and I felt heat crawl up my neck.

"Right on time". He said, stepping aside to allow me entry. "Come in".

I entered, my shoulders brushing his clothed chest lightly as I walked past. The office smelled of old books and his cologne-that same woody scent that had completely engulfed my senses.

He closed the door behind me and I heard the lock click. My breath caught instantly. Then he walked past me, settling into his leather chair behind the massive oak desk. He gestured to the space in front of him.

"Strip to your underwear".

My stomach flipped and I hesitated for only a second. My hesitation was long enough for his eyebrow to arch.

I swallowed then reached for the buttons of my blouse, my fingers trembling as I worked them open. As soon as I slid the fabric off my shoulders, the cool air hit my skin instantly.

I unfastened my skirt, letting it pool at my feet, and stood before him in nothing but my black, delicate lace bra and matching panties.

A deliberate choice chosen for this exact possibility.

He leaned back in his chair and studied me, his gaze travelling from my face down to my breasts, my hips, and then settling for a moment longer, on the damp spot already forming on my panties.

He didn't speak, he simply held up a hand and crooked his fingers.

Come closer.

I walked around the desk on unsteady legs and he swiveled to face me, then picked up a stack of papers from his blotter.

My thesis proposal.

He flipped it open and began to read, his eyes scanning the text, while one hand reached out and traced the edge of my bra strap.

My breathing was uneven.

He wasn't even touching my skin yet, but fuck.

"Your introduction is solid", he murmured, not looking up. "But your literature review lacks depth. You're citing secondary sources when primary ones are available".

His fingers slid under the strap, hooking it, and pulling it down my shoulder. I shivered at the feather-light contact of his fingers with my skin.

This man just kept reading, his thumb brushing over my collarbone, then down to the curve of my breast.

He squeezed my left breast just once. "Turn around. Bend over the desk".

I obeyed, placing my palms flat against the polished wood, my ass presented to him. I heard him shift in his chair, then heard the rustle of paper.

Then his fingers were there, sliding under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down to my knees. The cool air hit my slick folds instantly.

"Your methodology needs work, Avena".

Two fingers pushed into me from behind, sliding deep without warning. I gasped, my knuckles whitening against the desk with how hard I dug my fingers into them.

He moved his fingers slowly, curling, and exploring my folds, while his other hand held my proposal steady.

"Tsssss...". I closed my eyes, the squelch of his finger fuck distracting me from whatever he was saying.

"You're relying too heavily on quantitative approaches. Your sample size is insufficient". His voice was steady and unhurried. "You need to consider-".

He thrust his fingers deeper, and a moan escaped my lips.

"-a mixed-methods framework. Surveys followed by interviews". His thumb pressed against my clit, circling. "Do you understand the value of that approach?".

"Yes", I breathed, barely coherent.

"Good". He said and withdrew his fingers. Then I heard the wet sound as he licked them clean. "Now come here".

I turned and my eyes widened, mouth hanging open.

He had unbuttoned his pants and brought out his cock. It was standing hard and thick against his stomach.

I had not being exaggerating when I said he was HUGE.

Damn.

I was still in a daze when he gripped my hips, pulling me into his lap, and positioning me over him. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I held my breath.

He didn't push in yet. He just held me there, teasing me while he picked up my proposal again.

"Theoretical framework", he said, scanning the page. "You've chosen a post-structuralist lens, but your analysis means toward critical theory. That's a contradiction".

Know what else was contradicting?

Him placing me on over his cock but not fucking me, but instead, treating it like a thesis supervisor.

I opened my mouth to say something when he lowered me onto his cock, making me cry out as he filled me, inch by inch.

"Ohhhh Fuck!". I cried. He was impossibly deep.

He groaned low in his throat, taking a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, circling his tongue over it, and grazing his teeth lightly, sending jolts through me.

"Mmm...". I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

He moved to the next nipple and did the same thing. He groaned when he withdrew and I looked at him, but his eyes were on the proposal again.

"Fix this inconsistency". He lifted me slightly, then lowered me again slowly. It was agonizing. "And your citations are sloppy. Page numbers missing in half the references".

Each word he said was punctuated by a thrust. He gripped my waist, fucking up into me with measured precision, his rhythm matching the cadence of his critique.

"Uhhhh yeah. Ohhhhh.....ahhhhh. Fuuuuck. I'm gonna break, profe-.

"Noah". He corrected in a growl. "And no, you're not going to break, at least not until I tell you to".

"Tsssss. Yes. Right there. Yessssss".

"This...line of argument...is weak...". He drove deeper, harder, and I clung to his shoulders. "But this". He slammed into me, his voice breaking. "This I approve".

He sped up, his breath coming faster as his hand slid up to grip my hair. I rode him, my hips moving in desperate circles while his chair creaked beneath us.

The coil inside me tightened until I couldn't hold back. "Please", I gasped. "Please, I'm -".

"Look at me".

I met his eyes and he thrust once, twice, and then I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me while my body convulsed around his cock. I leaned into him, my hands wrapping around his neck while my pussy continuously clenched around him.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!". He kept moving in and out, riding out my climax, while chasing his.

Then he suddenly pulled out, guiding me to get up his lap and kneel in front of him. He stood, his cock slick, glistening and inches from my face.

He fisted himself, stroking fast. "Open".

I opened my mouth and he thrust inside, instantly flooding my tongue with the heat of him. He groaned, his hips bucking and then he came, hot cum painting my throat.

I swallowed, desperate to take all of him, even then I gagged, my hands gripping his thighs as he emptied himself into me.

He pulled out slowly, breathing hard, and I just stayed there on my knees, lips swollen, while cum trickled down my chin. He looked down at me and his expression softened for just a moment.

"Your proposal shows promise". His voice was rough. "We'll need another session, tomorrow".

He bent down, wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, and smiled.

"Wear something easier to remove".

Chapter Three –

Professor Noah's POV

It was late but I waited in my office staring at the wall clock waiting for it to strike at 10 PM.

Just like how drawn to her I was from the very moment I noticed her in my class for the first time, I left my office and strode to the library where I knew she was.

Her thesis proposal sat on my desk, marked with my notes, and I'd told her to revise the theoretical framework but I hadn't told her I'd be checking her progress personally.

I found her in the back corner of the second floor, tucked between the stacks of political theory. She didn't see me approach as her head was bent over a textbook, her hair falling forward in a curtain of honey-brown, while a pen sat behind her ear.

She wore a thin cardigan over a white blouse and her legs were crossed beneath the study table, and she was so absorbed she didn't notice me standing over her.

"Working late?".

She jumped at that, her head snapping up. Her eyes widened when she saw me and a flush spread across her cheeks. It was a reaction I'd memorized and correlated with her.

"Professor". Her voice came out breathy. "I didn't-what are you doing here?".

I set my briefcase down on the adjacent table. "I had papers to grade and then I saw the light and came to check". A lie.

I had been waiting for the building to empty, watching not just the clock but also the parking lot until her car was the only one left.

"Let me see your revisions".

She fumbled before sliding a notebook toward me. But I didn't look at it, I was watching the way her fingers trembled, and the way her chest rose and fell faster now.

Good

She remembered.

"The methodology section", I said tapping my index at said section. "Did you incorporate the mixed-methods framework?".

"Yes. I-". She swallowed as I rounded the table. "I added surveys and -".

I didn't hear the rest. I was closer to her now and then I reached down, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, turning her face to the side and tilting it up to meet my gaze.

Her lips parted and her breathing stopped .

"You shouldn't be here alone this late, Avena". My voice was low and deliberate. "Dangerous things happen to pretty girls in empty buildings".

She didn't look away and I saw that defiance fighting through the submission. "Maybe I like dangerous things". She whispered.

And that was all the permission I needed.

I instantly pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and pressed her into the shelves behind the chair she was sitting on. The shelves shuddered and a few books rained down, thudding against the carpet.

She gasped as my body pinned hers, my front against her ass, and my chest against her back. I swept her hair aside and buried my mouth against her neck.

"Do you know", I growled against her skin, "how many night I've thought about finding you here? In the dark. Alone".

She whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the shelf. "Noah-".

Those lips...moaning my name that way...sent a bolt through my cock.

I bit down on the curve of her neck, though not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. She arched back into me, her ass grinding against my growing erection.

"Oh, Noah-".

My hands found her waist, and I slid down her skirt, bunching the fabric in my fists. "I can't take it slow tonight", I said, pulling her skirt up over her hips. It had been days. "I've been too patient".

I didn't care if anyone would come in or see us. Maybe I should've but I didn't. I just tore her panties, and the cotton ripped easily, the sound sharp in the silent library. I dragged it down and it fell to her ankles.

Her bare ass pressed against my trousers, and I groaned at the friction.

"Mmm...". She moaned, still grinding.

I turned her and lifted her onto the study table. My hands gripped her thighs and spread them wide. She lay back on the scattered books and papers, her blouse riding up as her chest kept heaving.

I stood between her legs and looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips were parted, and there was a glistening evidence of her arousal.

"I'm going to taste every fantasy you've had about me".

She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip.

Then I dropped to my knees. the carpet was rough beneath me but I didn't care. I pulled her to the edge of the table, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and buried my face between her thigh then dragged my tongue through her folds, slowly at first.

"Ahhhh...". She let out a choked sob as her hand flew to my hair, gripping the silver strands.

I groaned against her and the vibration made her hips buck.

"Please -please-".

I answered her by circling my tongue around her slit teasingly. Then I pulled back when she got close, causing her to whimper in a desperate, broken sound.

I did it again, and again, until she was trembling, and her thighs were quaking against my cheeks.

"Nowhere to run, Avena. I want to hear you".

I sealed my mouth over her again and sucked hard. I felt her climax building again by the way her walls fluttered and the way her breath caught. I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them.

"Ohhhh, fuck. Tssssss. Yeahhhh, just like that. I'm close...Noah...". Then she broke, her orgasm hit her in waves, her body convulsing and rippling with aftershocks.

Her scream was muffled by her own fist pressed against her mouth but I didn't stop. I licked her through it, drinking her down, until she was totally spent, gasping, while tears fell at the corners of her eyes.

I rose and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Her blouse was unbuttoned now and her bra was pushed down, leaving her breasts bare and damp with sweat.

I leaned over and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while squeezing the flesh.

"Oh fuck!". She cried, her hands tangling in my hair again.

"Legs around my waist". I commanded straightening

She obeyed and locked her ankles behind me as I unzipped my trousers to free my cock. I pressed the head against her slick, swollen entrance but I didn't enter yet.

I just held there, watching her face and the desperate need in her eyes.

"Say my name when you come", I told her. "Not professor, not sir, but my name".

She nodded, her lips trembling. "Noah. Please".

So I thrust into her.

She was so tight and so wet I had to pause at the first inch, just feeling her clench around me.

"Ohhhhh you're so big, so so big, Noah". She cried out, her head falling back when I drove deeper, burying myself to the hilt.

"It has just been a few days since the last time but you're already this tight? Fuck". I started driving in and out, causing the table to creak beneath us.

I fucked her slow but deep and thorough at first.

"Oh god-Fuck. Tsssss....". Each stroke drew a moan from her throat.

Her legs tightened around me, pulling me closer. I bent her legs back, pressing her knees towards her chest, and increased the pace.

"Uhhhhh yeah. Uhhhhh yeah. Yeeeeees".

The table rocked and the books scattered around slid to the floor.

"Look at me".

Her eye met mine and I saw how dark and full of surrender they were.

"This is where you belong", I said in a rough voice. "On my cock. In my office. In this library. Wherever I want you".

"Yes", she breathed. "Yes, Noah".

I fucked her harder, the rhythm turning frantic and primal as the slap of skin against skin echoed off the high ceilings.

Slap. Slap.

Squelch.

Slap.

She was close. I could feel it given how her walls clenched and the way her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hand slipped between us, her fingers pressing against her clit, but I knocked it away.

"Let me".

I circled her with my thumb as I drove into her.

"Noahhhh....". She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, as she screamed my name in a raw unguarded cry of pure ecstasy.

"You said my name", I said, my own control fraying. "Good girl".

I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound as I came, buried deep inside her. I emptied myself into her, my hips jerking and my breath torn from my chest.

I stayed there, pulsing, and still filling her, until the last tremor faded then I pulled out slowly with a wet pop, my cock slick with the both of us.

She lay there, panting, her body limp and her legs till open. I looked at the mess we'd made -books on the floor, her torn panties, and the wet spot on the table between her thighs.

I helped her sit up and steadied her when she swayed. I tucked myself back into my trousers, straightened my tie, and picked up my briefcase.

"I'll have more revisions ready. And yes, this was good luck for the final exams".

She laughed. "I might get used to being the favourite student".

"You might have to earn that as well".