DIRTY ASSIGNMENT

Ella's Pov Flynn tensed beside me, his grip tightening more forcefully on mine. "I'll wait with you." He said tightly, his eyes locked on Garrett. "We'd walk back together." I shook my head. Gosh, he could be pushy. "It's okay, Flynn. I'll be fine, I promise." Flynn didn't move. If anything he held on tighter. His gaze stayed on Professor Garrett sizing him up. "I don't mind waiting." He said, gritting out the words. It took a whole lot for me not to tell him to get lost. The lecture hall was deserted now. I tried pulling my hand off his but he wouldn't let go. Professor Garrett took a deep breath and stepped away from the podium. His muscular, strong body doing things to me. His sharp green eyes bore into Flynn's not blinking a bit. "Mr Carter." He said in a low, intimidating voice. "I need to speak with Miss Thompson privately. You're dismissed." His tone left no room for argument. It was like watching a duel. The way Professor Garrett stood on business made my n*****s rub painfully against my lacy bra. After what felt like a lifetime, Flynn let go of hand with a pissed off huff. "Fine." He muttered, shooting Professor Kane a nasty look. Flynn gave me one last look, then stormed out. The door shut behind him with a loud bang, echoing in the empty hall. Oh my god. I and Professor Garrett was alone. The man in question waited until he no longer heard the angry sounds of Flynn's footsteps before he turned to me. He slowly walked towards me, way too close for a professional relationship. His rich manly scent hit me immediately. My nostrils flared up, greedily taking in his smell in. He smelled so good. A smell that made my head spin and p***y clench. "Ella," he said my name softly. "Are you alright?" I swallowed, throat as dry as someone who just got throat f****d. "Yes, Professor." He wasn't buying it. His eyes scanned my face, taking in my still red cheeks, heaving big titties rising and falling inside my shirt. Did he know Flynn fingered me in class?? "You look a bit uncomfortable during the lecture," voice dipping low, almost a growl. "Distracted. Like you were being touched." My eyes widened, and I quickly schooled my reaction. He caught onto it anyways. Did he really see Flynn stretching my p***y?? The thought alone made my cunt throb, slick trailing on my inner thighs. I needed to c*m. Before I could come up with a lie, he reached out. His big fingers brushed my collarbone as he fixed the strap of my designer bag. Then, he moved to tuck a stray, strand of hair behind my ear. Finally, he pushed my glasses up my nose gently, making them sit properly on my face. It felt like a claim. My legs were shaking, heart thumping, eyes almost spinning. I was sure if I wasn't putting on a bra, my n*****s would be at attention, hard peaks begging for an even harder suck. My unsatisfied p***y burned and ached for his large c**k to stretch me open right there. "You seem a bit quiet today." He murmured, hand tracing my jaw before he dropped it. "I'm... I'm really concerned about your focus, Ella. If someone, or something is distracting you....I need to know." I could barely breathe. The words coming out of his mouth was hardly heard by me. All I could do that moment was pray that my cunt cream didn't plop onto the floor with how wet I was. "Uhmmm... I.... I'm okay, sir, really." I mumbled, eyes darting away from his. This man's stare was super intense. It's like he could see into my clothes. See how my panties were barely covering my finger f****d p***y properly. How my tight virgin pucker was slick with wetness. "If you say so." He rumbled in that voice that made my insides melt. He moved away from me and walked over to his desk, tight ass flexing in his slacks. Professor Garrett grabbed a notebook and handed it to me. His fingers brushed mine which made tingles rush up my spine. "I'm assigning you a special paper. I want it to be ready in three days. You're going to work on Personal Experiences with Arousal. Be completely honest too. It's for research. " Were my ears playing me? Personal experiences? Like mine? I should write about being pleasured? Being f****d? He stepped close. Closer than before, his big body blocking me. I could literally map out the veins in his neck, his chest rising and falling. "Do you understand what I'm asking from you, Ella?" "I.... Yes... Yes, sir." I whispered, the neediness in my tone evident. Professor Garrett's eyes grew darker, hungry. Without expecting it, his large hand wrapped around my waist, fingers digging into my soft skin. Lord. I wanted him to do things to me. I wanted him to carry me bridal style, walk over to his large desk and slam me on it. I don't want any stupid foreplay, just his big c**k in my tiny wet p***y. That's all I'm asking for. A hot f**k. He should rip my panties off and go to town on me. "Good girl. " He whispered lowly, his mint breath brushing my face. As quick as his body heat wrapped around me, he let go. "You can leave." My legs were trembling as I headed for the door. My body was strung tight. I could still feel this gorgeous man's scent on me. If it weren't for self control, I'd just push my panties to my knees, bend over and present my cunt for him to f**k. Just as I grabbed the door handle, his voice stopped me. "Oh, and Ella?" I looked back over my shoulder, breath hitching. His face was filled with raw lust. I was sure we were both thinking about the same thing. "Make it very thorough. I want you write about every inch."