Dirty Little Secrets

　　~Ava~

　　I walked into Professor Calder's office ready to beg because that midterm grade was going to kill my opportunity to be part of the top students. The door clicked shut behind me and I just started word-vomiting before he even looked up from his laptop.

　　"Please, Professor Calder, I swear I studied, I just blanked, I swear I can rewrite it or do extra credit or clean your office or whatever, just don't fail me, please…"

　　He closed the laptop. Slowly. Like he had all the time in the world. Then he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and finally looked at me. Those stupid blue eyes that every girl in his 8 a.m. lectures drooled over. I hated him on sight for being that kind of hot.

　　"Sit down, Ava."

　　I sat. My knees were shaking so bad the chair squeaked.

　　He didn't say anything for like ten full seconds. I was about to start crying for real when he finally opened his mouth.

　　"You're not failing because you're stupid. You're failing because you spent half the semester eye-fucking me instead of listening."

　　My jaw dropped. "I did NOT…."

　　"Don't lie. It's insulting." He stood up, walked around the desk, and suddenly he was way too close. "You want the grade?"

　　I nodded like an idiot.

　　"Then stop shaking and look at me."

　　I looked. My heart was hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it.

　　He reached out, super slow, and brushed a piece of hair off my face with his knuckles. His wedding ring was cold against my cheek. "I'm going to give you an A," he said, voice low, "but you're going to earn it. Starting right now."

　　"Have you ever sucked a dick before?"

　　"No I haven't really….."

　　"Cuz I'm hard right now and your protruding nipples are doing nothing to help."

　　"I've never really…"

　　"I'll teach you how to do it, only if you want to. "

　　Fuck even without needing this grades I've always wanted that dick in my mouth fuck! I opened up like a happy baby.

　　"Yes please…" I looked up at him with my doe eyes.

　　He wrapped one hand around the base of my dick, gave one lazy stroke. "Open." I opened.

　　He fed himself slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch my lips, hit the back of my tongue. I gagged a little on instinct and he groaned like I'd done something perfect.

　　"Relax your throat, baby. You're gonna take all of it today."

　　I tried. God, I tried. Hollowed my cheeks, swirled my tongue the way Riley taught me freshman year on a popsicle and a lot of alcohol. His hips jerked forward and he cursed under his breath.

　　"Fuck. Look at that."

　　I pulled off just long enough to glare up at him. "Don't sound so surprised."

　　He laughed, low and dark, threaded fingers through my hair and guided me back down. "Surprised? Sweetheart, you've got a mouth made for sin. Look at me."

　　I looked up, eyes watering, lips stretched around him, and he stared down like I was the best thing he'd ever seen.

　　I took him deeper, swallowed around the head, felt him throb against my tongue. His grip tightened, hips rocking now, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts.

　　"Jesus Christ, Ava. You're a fucking natural."

　　I moaned around him just to watch his eyes roll back. Those damn eyes. I just wish I could describe or find the perfect words to describe this man. He was like a big Alpha straight out of a comic book. He looked like the big Alphas I read about in Mangas and manhwas.

　　He let me set the pace for maybe thirty seconds, then took over, hand fisted in my hair, sliding me up and down exactly how he wanted. I drooled, I gagged, I moaned like a porn star and I didn't even care.

　　Spit ran down my chin and he swiped it with his thumb, pushed it back into my mouth alongside his cock.

　　"Swallow it all. Every drop."

　　I did. When he came it was sudden and hard, flooding my tongue, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed fast, greedy, didn't spill a single bit.

　　He pulled out slowly, still half-hard, wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then pushed it between my lips so I could suck it clean too.

　　I did that too.

　　He tucked himself away, took a wiper on his desk and cleaned my mouth first before cleaning his dick. Such a gentle man^^, he zipped up, then crouched down so we were eye level. His voice was wrecked.

　　"You're too good at that. Dangerously good."

　　I licked my lips on purpose, tasted him still. "Maybe you just cum easy, Professor." His eyes flashed. He grabbed my chin hard, tilted my face up.

　　"Keep talking shit, little girl. I'm gonna ruin you for every single day until the only thing you crave is my cock down your throat and my cum in your stomach. You'll wake up wet dreaming about it. You'll sit in my class clenching those thighs remembering how I taste. And when you finally break, and you will, you're gonna crawl in here on your own and beg me to fuck every hole you've got."

　　I swallowed, throat raw, voice small. "You sound pretty confident."

　　He smiled, slow and cruel, brushed his thumb across my swollen bottom lip.

　　"Baby, I don't need confidence. I've got your mouth print on my dick and your heartbeat in my hand. You're already mine. You just haven't admitted it yet."

　　I stumbled out of his office with his cum sliding down my mouth and ran straight into the girls' bathroom to puke.

　　Two days later my mom got remarried in a courthouse because apparently love is blind and also…. Well fuck it. I stood there in a thrift-store dress watching her kiss some rich guy named Richard Sinclair while his son (my brand-new stepbrother) leaned against the wall smirking at me like he knew exactly how much the idea of my mom getting married pissed me off.

　　Jax Sinclair. Twenty-four. Tattoos everywhere. Same height as Calder but built like he

　　bench-pressed trucks for fun. He waited until my mom and his dad were busy signing papers, then walked over, leaned in way too close, and whispered, "Hey, little sis. Try not to look so pretty at your mom's wedding. It's weird."

　　I stepped on his foot with my heel. Hard.

　　He laughed in my face. "Oh this is gonna be fun."

　　That night I got home (well, the new home, this stupid mansion that smelled like money damn,) and Riley was already in my room, sitting cross-legged on my bed drinking straight from a bottle of alcohol she definitely stole from the kitchen.

　　"You okay?" she asked, eyes red. She'd been crying again. Probably over Harper, her on-again-off-again girlfriend who cheated on her every other Tuesday.

　　"No," I said, flopping face-down next to her. "My life is a dumpster fire with extra gasoline."

　　She poked my side. "Tell me."

　　So I told her. Everything. The professor.

　　She took another swig, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, "Huh. That's kinda hot."

　　I threw a pillow at her face. She caught in and rolled on to me.

　　I shoved her off me so hard she fell off the bed.

　　"Get out."

　　"Hehe….see ya tomorrow"

　　"Girl I thought you were heartbroken." I yelled out.

　　"Not anymore I guess."

　　Next morning I woke up to Jax banging on my door like the police.

　　"Rise and shine, princess! Dad says family breakfast!"

　　I opened the door ready to murder him. He took one look at my puffy eyes and bed head and grinned.

　　"Rough night?."

　　I slammed the door in his face.

　　He opened it again. "Also, I wanna leave you a welcome gift." He tossed something onto my bed.

　　A box of condoms. Magnum size. With a sticky note that said: Be safe, sweetie :) Love, Jax.

　　I screamed.

　　Jax laughed so hard he had to lean on the doorframe.

　　I spent the whole breakfast staring at my plate while Jax kept kicking my foot under the table and my mom kept asking why I wasn't eating. Richard just smiled like he was in a toothpaste commercial. I wanted to die.

　　But I couldn't stop thinking about Prof Calder, God help me.