professor » jack gilinsky

six

as i was told to, i wait outside of the locker room. i can practically smell the horrible stench from all the way out here. after what feel likes hours, it's silent and i feel like he just ditched me and left after everyone else.

i feel a tug on my wrist and i practically squeal as i'm pulled into the locker room. i face to face with the one and only.

"i was waiting for every to leave so we could be alone." he tells me, using his hips to pin mine against the cement wall.

"jack, what do you want?" i ask. "don't you have someone else to see?"

he shakes his head, "no, she's old news."

how can she be 'old news' if she was just with him yesterday?

"not really-"

"i wasn't done talking. i was also going to say that i love my name coming out of your mouth." he tells me, his face mere centimeters away from mine. "but i'd like it better if you moaned it."

he leans his right forearm right above my head and my breathing hitches. i can't let him walk all over me like this. he just had sex with someone yesterday.

"i'm still not over the hickey on your neck." i tell him and he sighs.

his minty breath fanning my face, making me wish i could scoot closer back towards the wall and away from him.

"do you want to mark me? will it make you feel better?" he asks me and my eyes widen.

"w-what?"

"do you want to give me, your professor, a hickey, mercedes?" he smirks down at me.

"i think that's inappropriate, mr. gilinsky." i mock his words from previous days.

"i love your smart mouth." he groans and then instantly places his lips onto mine.

my fingers immediately go to the top button of his button up. don't coaches usually change into basketball shorts and a dri-fit shirt or something? he's wearing his teacher attire.

i finally get the button undone and i undo two more. when his pecks are exposed, i place my lips right on his chest. he looks down at me and i suck harshly. i want to mark him where no other student- or anyone else besides me and him- will be able to see.

a moan escapes his lips and he forcefully grabs my hips. i gasp as he lays me down onto the bench. in this mens locker room. thank god there aren't any cameras in here.

"this is so wrong, but it feels so right." he murmurs in between kisses, feeling up and down my body as he hovers on top of me. "you're so sexy."

i cradle his head as he kisses down my neck. he abruptly pulls me so i'm sitting up. he takes his shirt off by the back of his neck after loosening the cuffs on his wrist. then he grabs onto the hem of mine. he strips it off of me, gazing at my chest.

"i've been waiting to do this for a while." he breathes. "months to be exact."

"me too, mr. gilinsky, you have no idea." i pant from the intense make out.

he mumbles something about having some idea and then goes for the button of my jeans. i lay back down and he easily slips it off of my legs along with my panties. he spreads my legs open by my knees.

he hums at the sight and i feel so exposed. his thumb presses against my clit, sending a jolt through my body. he dips his index finger in and out of me.

"so wet for me, babygirl." he grins, sliding back on the bench.

i watch as he bends down, his face in between my thighs. i suck in a deep breath when i feel his warm and wet tongue flick across me. he firmly grips down onto both of my thighs and then puts his entire tongue on me.

i look down at him and he's always staring up at me. my eyes flutter close as he licks quickly across my clit.

"f-fuck, jack." i moan, tugging at the roots of his hair.

he suddenly pulls his head away when i'm close and then licks his lips. who would've known? my algebra teacher is an oral god.

"you taste so good." he tells me, stroking his index and middle finger against my vagina.

i bite my bottom lip, closing my eyes as he reattached his lips to my neck. he stands up, tugging his pants and boxers down. i realize that my bra is still one. maybe he likes black lace.

i intake a deep breath as he produces a condom from his dress pants. this is really happening. after dreaming long about this, i'm having sex with my professor.

"tell me if it hurts, okay?" he says and i nod my head.

he rolls the condom into his length and then sits on the bench. he grabs me so i'm straddling him. oh. we're doing it this way. my specialty. though, he is a bit bigger than nate. it might hurt more.

jack slaps my butt, a sting radiating off of it as i slowly sink down onto him, shutting my eyes in completely pleasure. when i open them back up, jack is gazing at me. jesus christ, he looks like a greek god.

"you like that, dont you?" his deep voice speaks, interrupting my thoughts. "having sex with your teacher in a locker room on campus? dirty girl."

i moan from his seductive words and put my arms around his neck. i move up and down and feel his lips connect to my shoulder, sucking harshly. i want him to mark with hickeys all over my damn body.

he moves his hips to mine and it feels like he's going to much deeper. profanities leave his mouth as moans leave mine and this continues for a few more minutes. i just want to savor the feeling because he might not want to do this a second time.

i grind my hips onto his and he uses one hand to balance himself on the bench whilst the other is gripping the side of my hip. i giving my educator pleasure and he's actually enjoying this just as much as i am.

this is literally everything i imagined it would be and it feels so surreal, but it feels so fast and my insides are bunching up quickly. that familiar feeling starting to build up.

"baby, i'm so close." he pants, kissing just above my breasts; right on time.

my nails dig into his back, causing him to groan. he creates more hickeys on my chest and that's what i want. sweat beads on his forehead and i kiss him on the lips once more.

"you're amazing." i say, breathless from all of the physical movement.

he starts to thrust into me sloppier and slower, signaling that he is about to come. i feel him twitch inside of me. when he's filled the condom, i get off of him.

"that was a nice talk." jack grins up at me, sliding off the condom.

"indeed it was, mr. gilinsky." i kiss his lips and put on my panties.

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