Taught by the Billionaire Professor

Chapter 2: Goodbye, Virgin Ellie

He pressed his body to mine and nudged me until my back was against the wall. His hands slid up and down my sides as he kissed me roughly. Although he had me trapped against a wall, he didn't grip me too firmly, almost as if he was giving me the chance to leave if I really wanted to. His kisses were similar, briefly hesitant, and as soon as I responded, they became rougher and more intense.

My head was spinning from much more than the alcohol at that moment.

Mal had tried to get me to mess around with guys in the past, but I always thought it would be awkward and frightening at the least. I certainly didn't expect to have the exact opposite experience.

We had never met and yet, it was as if I had kissed and touched this man many times in the past since somehow, we were moving as one. His body was warm and flush against mine, and he deepened the kiss.

His tongue skillfully parted my teeth and entered my mouth, exploring every inch of it and teasing my own tongue.

I moaned into his mouth.

Being a virgin, my experience was embarrassingly limited. Even with the help of videos that Mal forced me to watch with her, all I could do at this moment was let him take the lead while gripping his thick, manly shoulders subconsciously.

His hand slipped up from the hem of my shirt, and caressed my lower back, sending electricity throughout my body. Pressure and warmth were building between my thighs. It was a sensation that was foreign to me, yet I never wanted it to stop.

I almost whined when he pulled away, his eyes were only inches apart from mine, and he narrowed them as if he were trying to look through me. I couldn't believe how horny I was when I heard myself ask, “Why did you stop?"

He stared at me for a moment longer and then chuckled lightly. “Interesting. This may work out much better than I thought."

What was he talking about? However, he didn't give me the chance to think it over. Before I knew it, he had already taken my hand. “Let's find a room."

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but it was most likely just the fact that this stranger's voice was completely hot. It was slightly raspy, but the roughness gave him a manliness that caused another shiver to go through me.

He pulled me through the dance floor and took me toward the other side of the building and up a dark staircase. His hand was tight around my wrist, the warmth of his skin causing a spark to go through me.

My heart was drumming, but I wasn't afraid. This man's posture and confidence screamed maturity. He knew what he wanted and what he was doing. However, even though his hand was tight around mine, I knew that if I wanted to leave, he would let me, at any time.

He pushed open a small door at the end of the hallway, a dimly lit room with string lights hung just below the ceiling.

His arm wound around my waist as he spoke again, “Last chance to change your mind."

I squinted into the darkness and saw a blurry, large rectangular shape that resembled a bed. I tilted my head to look at him, still couldn't see his facial features, but I could tell he must be extremely handsome based on the shape of his nose, jaw, and chin.

“Would we see each other again after this?" I asked.

“That's up to you."

I gave myself two seconds to make the decision, and walked into the room with determination. Without further words, Mystery Man shut the door behind him.

I was making my way to the bed-shaped object when strong hands found my hips and hoisted me onto the piece of furniture. Confusion filled me briefly when it wasn't a soft blanket that I felt beneath my fingers, but a smooth, padded counter, almost like an exam table.

As soon as my ass hit the padded table, his lips were on mine again, his hands running up and down my sides. My head spun and I reciprocated without hesitation, wrapping my legs around his waist and bringing him closer to me. He kissed me harder and slowly lowered me onto the table.

“Be gentle with me," I murmured.

He let out a light chuckle and I was again astonished by how someone's voice could turn me on to this degree.

Obviously, he heard me, because he slowed his movements. However, his grip was still firm. He lowered his hands to the hem of my short dress, pushing the fabric up my thighs. I reached up and ran my fingers along the thick strands of his beard, marveling at how smooth it was.

Mesmerized by his eyes, I didn't even realize that my underwear had been pulled down my legs until he lifted my wrists above my head and used my underwear to tie my hands together.

“What are you—"

“Look at me," he ordered.

My words caught in my throat and I did as I was told. His green orbs were illuminated by the dim lights above us. It was the only part of him I could fully make out. Then I sucked in a breath when his fingers crept up the inside of my thighs, the most intense shiver going through me as the tips of them grazed my lower lips.

Another moan escaped my lips, and a warm flow left my body, moisturizing between my legs.

“You're so wet for me," he chuckled and his finger kept circling around my entrance.

His knee was in between my legs, keeping them apart. His body pressed against mine, but I didn't even have the mental power to appreciate his ripped, firm chest and ripped abs, because all I could feel was his enormous, rockhard arousal rubbed against my inner thigh through the fabric of his pants.

I groaned as more pressure built up in my core, and warmth pooled under my body. I couldn't help but tilt my head back. He immediately dropped his smooth lips to the side of my neck, while his thumb found my clit and started rubbing it mercilessly.

“Ah…" The sudden and intense bliss shot through my body, and I gasped and moaned at the same time while my whole body melted into his touches. He didn't give me any chance to adjust to the bliss before his thick finger thrust into me.

“Ah!!" I cried as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

“So tight," he praised, his breath heavy and a little surprised, but that didn't stop his finger from shoving in and out of me faster and deeper. “Let me hear you."

He didn't have to tell me.

“Ah … oh … ahh!!" I cried out as his fingers sped up and my body quivered with desire and pleasure.

Thud.

Something slid from my shoulder and fell onto the floor. Perhaps my purse, but who the hell would care at this moment?

He had added another finger, while his other hand yanked down my bra, and squeezed one of my breasts hard. I couldn't even make a sound before his lips moved from my neck down to my other breast and started sucking on my n****e.

My brain was totally short-circuited by the mind-blowing sensation. My head was spinning and I started to feel extremely light. My consciousness started to fade away, all I could feel was wave after wave of pleasure.

“I … I … Ah…" I tried to tell him that I couldn't handle it anymore, but I wasn't even able to make out those words. So I shut my eyes, letting his thick fingers continue to explore my core relentlessly, hitting the peak of my pleasure at each thrust.

Finally, a flood of warmth poured out of me as I spasmed. My whole world started to shake and my eyes rolled back. As blackness took over my vision, I heard myself murmuring something.

“Goodbye, virgin Ellie."

***

When I opened my eyes, I sat up violently from the bed.

It took me a moment to realize that this was my dorm suite.

Glancing down at the stream of sunlight that danced across my plush white comforter, I swiped a hand over my face, entranced by the extremely vivid and sexy dream I had just had.

I was about to drop back down against my bed in bliss when I spotted something on my chest, just above my low neckline. It was dark red and oval-shaped.

A hickey, a large one.

Holy s**t!

I shot up again, looking down at myself. I was still in the dark blue dress that I wore to the club the night before, but there was way more than just one mark.

Not only that, when I started to move around, the strange soreness between my legs made something clear as day.

It wasn't a dream.

The mysterious incubus had been real!

I shot out of my bed and sprinted to the attached bathroom, staring at myself in the large mirror.

Hickies lined the top of my chest, a few on the lower sides of my neck. I looked at the rest of my skin and flushed with embarrassment. I would have to wear nothing but high neck clothes for the next few weeks, despite the fact that it was August.

I blushed even darker as one important question swam through my mind.

So … I had lost my virginity to the mysterious stranger?

The realization sank in, and for a moment, my brain went blank.

I didn't even know what I felt. Upset, anger, or shame? Logically, I should've been panicking or freaked out, right?

But no, I didn't feel any of that.

I just lost my virginity, but I wasn't afraid. The man last night make me feel so good and so alive that all I could do was wanting more…

If anything, I was disappointed in myself for not asking his name or number!

Oh god, what was wrong with me? Was I really that horny?!

I covered my face with my hands.

“Ellie, are you awake?"

Mal's voice successfully pulled me out of my own miserable thoughts, followed by the knockings at the door.

“Yes. One moment!" I shoved myself into a hoodie before letting her into my room. “Hey, Mal."

The moment she saw me, she let out a long breath of relief.

“Great to see you up. Are you feeling okay? You were OUT last night!" She walked in while giving me an odd look. “It's the middle of summer and you're wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt? Ellie, you'll give yourself a heat rash."

“I'm fine. It's just the AC is freezing," I lied.

Knowing Mal, had she known I'd really slept with a stranger, she would be grilling me for details now. Based on her reaction, she probably didn't know much either.

I let out a sigh of relief. I still needed some time to digest what happened last night. I was so beyond puzzled. What happened to me after I passed out? Did I have s*x or not?

Also, how did I get back?

“Why are you staring at me like that?" Mal's voice was suspicious. “Ellie?"

I cleared my throat and shifted my gaze from her. “Mal, did you get me back last night? You said I was out?"

“Yes, you were! You gave us a heart attack. The club was closing, and Aiden and I couldn't find you. We called your cell but you didn't pick up. We were about to call 911 when a waitress took us to a booth at the corner, and you had passed out there. We brought you back, you didn't even wiggle the entire way! It's nice to see you up and around now."

I didn't know what to think at this moment, other than being even more curious about what happened between me and that stranger…

Mal pulled up a silly smile, “Well, I hope you had fun last night, but since I was responsible for delaying you from finishing your registration, I'm going to make it up to you now."

I raised my eyebrow at her suspiciously.

Her smile widened. “See, I decided to come over to register classes with you, so that you're not so lonely doing this boring work all by yourself. Aren't I so considerate?"

“Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes at my friend's silly grin and handed her a piece of paper. “Take it. Here are all the classes I've signed up for. And yes, you can be my teammate for group projects and I'll cover your ass when the professors check attendance."

Mal jumped up and kissed my cheek. I didn't need to look to know she had left a bright red lipstick mark on my face. “Ellie, you're an angel!"

I narrowed my eyes. “You have 30 seconds to clean up what you've done to my face before I change my mind."

“Ellie, angel, sweetheart, I'm sorry! My fault!" Mal feigned an apology as she grabbed a tissue and started scraping the lipstick mark off my face. “But don't you still need one more class?"

“Yes, and that's the one I was about to do when you dragged me to Neon Dreams."

Mal immediately shifted her gaze from my computer to her own as she typed in the same course IDs according to the paper I gave her, pretending that she didn't hear my snarky comment.

My Theater major was required to take one literature course. Once I logged into the Edenbrook website, I realized there was only one that had available slots.

English 526: Shakespearean Ethics and Morality by Professor Samuel Bennett.

I stared at my screen for a few seconds before bursting into a ferocious roar.

“Mal! I'm going to kill you!!"