Verse & Vice

It all started with your voice, whispered low in my ear.

“What are you looking for?”

My finger stopped on the spine of the book in front of me, trailing downwards as you pulled my attention away.

“Professor Alexander? What are you doing here?”

I tried to play dumb even as my heart began to race. There was only one place this could end.

But here?

You didn’t answer my question. You didn’t need to. You simply repeated yourself. 

“I asked what you were looking for, Mia.”

“I need a book for your class.”

The words didn’t matter, not really, not when your hands were already skating up the side of my hips, pulling me flush against you. It was late at night – the library was never truly empty at a university, but this was as close as we could get. Still…

“Alexander, we can’t do this here. We could get caught.”

I felt the desire building in me even as I said it, chipping away at the logic I was trying to hold onto. I needed to stop this, for your sake more than mine… You hummed dismissively, slipping your hand under my skirt as you pressed me into the shelves in front of me.

My legs parted on their own.

Your fingers found bare skin, slipping their way through the slick arousal already going there. My breath caught in my throat, face flushing as you realised exactly what I was.

“And who was this for?”

I didn’t answer.

Your hand came to my throat, pulling me closer so you could growl low in my ear.

“It was just for anyone, then. Aren’t you lucky I found you first, slut?”

Half a moan escaped me before you stuck your fingers in my mouth. I sucked without thinking, the rational part of my mind slowly losing itself in the cloud of lust.

It tried to fight through.

“Alexander, your job –”

Your hips ground against my ass, the length of you hard and hot against the soft curve of me.

“Nobody’s going to fire me for fucking the school slut. But just in case… I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet, mm?”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile.

You knew well enough what I’d really come here looking for.

“Make me, then.”

The challenge in my voice was all the permission you needed. You let go of me, one hand clumsily pushing my skirt up around my hips, the other undoing your pants.

This wasn’t going to be gentle.

Luckily you’d known exactly what to say to get my body ready for it.

The first whimper escaped me as the blunt head of your cock slid between my folds. You clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to force it back in.

“Don’t fuck this up, Mia. If I go down, you’re coming down with me.”

You slammed into me, sharp and cruel. The angle was just wrong enough – you drilled into my walls with bruising force. You were already thick to begin with, and the extra pressure made it unbearable. I wailed gently against your palm, losing myself in the confused pleasure-pain of it as you bottomed out.

You held yourself there for just a moment, and I took the opportunity to shake your hand off.

“And just how are you going to do that?”

Each word was a pant.

“If I’m going to be fired for fucking a student…” Your cock thrust into me, driving into the core of me with new determination and pulling a gasp from me. “I might as well get them pregnant, no?”

My legs almost dropped out from under me.

I imagined what it would look like: my stomach, slowly growing round with your child. Classmates asking me who the father was, and not being able to answer them… With my reputation, they’d assume I just didn’t know.

I could already feel the humiliation of their knowing gazes dancing across my skin.

“Please, professor –”

It was too loud, too desperate as it echoed between the stacks. My face burned, hoping the paper would muffle it.

Your hand clamped back over my mouth.

“Guess we’ll have to make this fast, then. You asked for it.”

You started thrusting inside me, hard and fast, the rhythm focused more on your pleasure than mine – but that only made it all the sweeter. To know I was being used by you, that you were using my body as just a toy to get yourself off…

I keened into your hand.

I wasn’t even trying.

You pressed your mouth against my shoulder, biting down and groaning into the flesh yourself. There was no clarity to the sounds of us. Even the sound of our hips meeting was muffled by the fabric of your pants. But it would only take one person turning the corner to find us, to ruin this –

I wondered if they would fuck me too.

Then I really wouldn’t know who the dad was.

The tension was building to a breaking point. Part of me worried that it was too quick, that I would disappoint you… But then I felt your quick pace inside me, the sharp shudders that left it drifting off course.

I held on for just a moment, feeling you swell slightly inside me, stretching my walls even further as your thrusts grew shallower –

The first throb of you was my sign to let go.

Any thought of trying to remain quiet was lost immediately. My moan was unmistakable, and your groan, even buried against my throat, was enough to let any eavesdroppers know I wasn’t enjoying myself alone. The panic of the realisation sent my orgasm jittering as adrenaline course through me, my hips stuttering and pulling away from yours.

Your cum poured out of me, dripping on the floor below.

“We have to get out of here.”

I pushed down my skirt and grabbed you by the hand, covering my face as we dashed out of a back door. Our best hope was that anyone listening would think that what they heard was just a sleep-deprived hallucination, that the cum would have dried into the carpet before anyone bothered to check.

We kept running until we were a few buildings away before collapsing against a brick wall, both panting. I felt more of you seeping out of me and looked over at you before we both collapsed in a fit of laughter.

I spoke between the gasps.

“I didn’t get the book I needed. Bastard.”

You patted me on the back in mock consolation.

“Don’t worry, Mia. If you’re not expelled, I’ll give you… Extra credit.”

I smiled at him, rolling my eyes before the laughter slowly died away into shocked silence.

You cleared your throat.

“So about what I said…”

“I’m not on birth control.”

“The school slut isn’t using protection?” We both cringed as the joke fell flat. “Sorry, bad joke. Do you, um, do you need me to buy Plan B?”

I paused, thinking it over, remembering the fantasies that had flashed through my mind. They seemed much less interesting now that I’d cum, but still…

A faint drip of electric shame started making its way through my veins, sending a pulse of pleasure through me. More of you poured out of me.

“If you want.”

I bit my lip, hoping I would get the answer I was looking for.

The world paused for just a moment, and then you spoke.

“And if I don’t?”

I smiled, turning my head away from you to try to hide it.

“I guess it’s going to be an interesting semester.”