Professor Bryant

Chapter Nine

If I were brave enough, I would grab hold of him right now and force him back to his knees despite who may be watching us. Something about the intensity in Dylan’s eyes made that side of me want to surface. We had been out for an hour already, but it only felt like minutes. Noting could have prepared me for the storm called Dylan, and he was sweeping me off my feet. Everything that he said and did pulled me in more. Part of me wanted to go back to being mad at him because it was easier that way.

      I was about to open my mouth and practically beg Dylan to end my suffering by f*****g me right on this table. At this point, I was so turned on that I didn’t care if someone was watching us. The only thing that I was concerned about was having s*x with him.

      Our waiter, Michael, came back to the table, holding two trays of salmon and two glasses of water. “Please let me know how your dishes are tonight. I will be back in a little bit to check up on you.”

      Dylan smirked, leaning toward him again. Whatever Dylan whispered to him had Michael blushing and smiling as he walked off.

      “You really have to stop doing that,” I said while taking the first bite of salmon. I have never had something that tasted so flavorful as this right now. Pizza had always been my favorite food by far, but salmon was suddenly coming close in second. “Mhm,” I moaned. “So good.”

      “Not nearly as tasteful as you are, Ms. Bell.”

      “What did you say to our waiter this time?” I asked to change the subject as quickly as possible. Talking about how I tasted was something I didn’t want to discuss, especially now when Dylan was looking at me like his mind was exactly where mine was.”

      He shrugged. “Nothing important. I just told him not to come back anytime soon, that I could take it from here. I have plans after we get done eating.”

      Plans? What could be much better than this? Maybe Dylan couldn’t see it, but I could. Simply having dinner with him was the highlight of my entire week. Like I said before, nothing exciting ever really happened to me, and to know that I was having dinner with someone as amazing as Dylan made me want to leap off this table with my fist in the air.

      “Good, isn’t it?”

      “Mhm,” I moaned again as I took another bite. Slowly, my salmon disappeared on my plate. I was one of those girls that didn’t give a damn about being modest while out on a date. I’d eat what I wanted to, whether my date liked it or not.

      Dylan sat back in the little booth we were in, now sitting across from me instead of beside me. “On to a more serious conversation. What is your relationship with Mr. Summers?”

      I matched his movements, sitting back in the booth as well. “Friends.”

      “Do friends always try to take advantage of the girl they like when they are wasted?”

      His face was more serious now. The playfulness in his eyes was entirely gone. I like this look least of his looks so far, but it didn’t matter the look he gave me because all of them still made me want him.

      “Justin made a mistake and has apologized for it. We have talked it out, which we were obligated to do anyway considering that you paired us together for the rest of the semester.”

      “Yeah. I’m starting to regret that decision. Mr. Summers is a little too fond of you.” He leaned in, resting his elbows on the table and his hands under his chin. “I don’t like to share or compete with any other man, Riley.”

      Was he seriously jealous of Justin? Justin was hot, sure, but he came nowhere close to Dylan. Dylan had everything that a woman only dreamed about when she envisioned her perfect man. No one was perfect, but I’d bet that Dylan came pretty damn close.

      “Like I said, Justin is a friend.”

      “Hmm,” he hummed in the back of his throat. He stood up and reached out for my hand. “Onto the next part of our evening.”

      I placed my hand in his and walked alongside him with our fingers intertwined toward the elevator. Dylan pressed the sixth-floor button, which went all the way to the top. My heart started doing that thing again where it began beating out of control. I was terrified of heights and have been since I was old enough to walk.

      When the doors dinged, Dylan pulled me out with him onto the top of the building. It was chilly, but the view was breathtaking. We could see the whole town from up here, all sparkling in the darkness. I wanted to keep this image in my head forever.

      “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

      “It’s gorgeous.”

      When I turned toward Dylan, he was staring at me again. “Yes, you are.”

      I smiled, playfully hitting him on his arm. “I was talking about the lights.”

      “I know, but still. Do you trust me, Riley?”

      Honestly, it was strange because I felt like I could trust him. I’ve never been able to give my trust out like this to anyone but him. I’m not sure what that meant, but I already enjoyed the feeling of being able to lean on someone else instead of always depending on myself.

      Dylan picked me up and laid me across the long sofa that stretched out one side of the entire building. It had red cushions, reminding me of some fancy nightclub with a rooftop bar.

      “You see, the chill from the wind will make what I am about to do that much more intense. Riley, I need to hear you say that you want me as much as I want you.”

      “Yes,” I breathed out slowly. The truth was that I wanted him from the second that I laid my eyes on him. I wasn’t going to turn down the chance when it was finally going to happen. Besides, I didn’t know after tonight if there would ever be another time, so I wanted to make the best of it.

      Dylan pulled me into him, reaching behind me to unzip my dress. He pulled the straps down over my shoulders and pulled the rest of the dress off until I was in nothing but a thong and bra. I felt so exposed, so much more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt with another man before.

      He continued to remove my clothes, beginning with my bra next. Once he unclasped it and it fell to the ground, he groaned as my n*****s responded to the cold wind. “Riley,” he moaned my name right as his lips closed down onto my hardened n****e.

      My back arched off the cushion. I could feel his erection digging into me now. As he continued to torture me by biting and sucking on my n****e, he dipped his hand between my legs, moving lightly over the little fabric of my thong.

      “How are you already so wet for me, Riley? Do you have any idea how much that turns me on, knowing how much you are enjoying this?”

      “Please,” I begged. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was begging. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to end.

      I sat up on my elbows, watching Dylan start to remove his clothes. When he ripped off his shirt, I thought that I was going to explode right on the spot. No way did a teacher have this nice of a body. It was clear that he worked out, and by the shape of his abs, I would say it was at least four days a week.

      Dylan slowly unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs just enough for his length to spring free. s**t! I have felt him through his pants, but I obviously didn’t get to feel all of him because he was large, like massively large. I watched as he pulled a condom out of one of his pockets and slowly spread it over his length.

      My pulse had quickened watching him draw closer to me. Was this a dream? It felt like a dream. No, not a dream, my fantasy. I wanted to pinch myself to see if this was really happening, but I could feel it. I knew everything about this was real.

      He entered me slowly, making me draw in my breath. “Damnit, Riley.”

      I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” Dylan wasn’t moving anymore. He was inside me but staying completely still when all I wanted him to do was screw me already.

      “No. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. How long has it been since you have had s*x?”

      That was an embarrassing question to answer. Chad and I used to have s*x all the time, but once I started noticing him pulling away from me, our s*x life came to a halt. We split up just over three months ago now, but it had been way before that when we last had s*x.

      I shrugged, biting on my bottom lip for comfort. “Maybe six months. Give or take.”

      Dylan smiled briefly then pressed his lips to mine. The taste of his tongue against mine made me want him even more. He slowly started moving inside me. It was a little painful due to his size, but once that pain diminished, it was freaking fantastic.

      “Harder,” I whispered. His slow movements were torture.

      He slammed into me, making me cry out. “Scream my name, Riley. No one is going to hear you up here but me.”

      I did exactly that. I screamed his name so loud that I was sure, despite what he said, everyone in this city could hear me. Something about that made this even more exotic. All I knew was in this moment, nothing else mattered but him. 

      “Ah, s**t,” Dylan moaned into my neck. “I need you to come for me, Riley.”

      Something so sensual in his words made my body immediately respond to him. He thrust himself into me one more time, and I lost all control over my body as the most intense orgasm pierced through me. Dylan followed right behind me, moaning my name into my neck. 

We both had to stop to catch our breath. I wanted it to last so much longer than that, but I couldn’t deny how incredible it was.

“Are you hurting?”

I stared up into his eyes, confused by his question. I let out a slight laugh. “No. That was really good, Professor Bryant.”

He growled into my ear, biting at my earlobe, moving his hips to pull out of me. “Keep talking like that, and I will have to take you on every square inch of this building.”

Now there was an idea.

Dylan moved off from on top of me, beginning to put his clothes back on. I should be putting my dress back on, but I couldn’t stop watching him. Every way that he moved made me stop and stare. I realized how huge my crush on him was. I did like Dylan, even if he did only want me for s*x. Right now, I didn’t care what he needed me for. All I knew was that he needed me.

When I caught him staring at me, I stood up to place my dress back on. This time, he was the one watching me. That fire swirling around in my stomach started again. I craved him even more now after only just having him. 

“Here. Let me zip you up.” Dylan walked behind me, but instead of going toward my zipper, he pulled my dress up above my waist. He slipped a finger inside me and started swirling it around, arousing me again. “You like that, don’t you, Riley? You like what I do to your body.”

“Yes, Professor Bryant. Yes.”

He was standing so close now that I could smell his cologne. It was the most hypnotizing smell in the world, putting me at ease but also riling me up. I almost begged him to take me again, but he was in control now, not me.

I moaned when he slipped another finger inside me. “Riley, you should know that once I have a taste of something that I enjoy very much, I can’t stop. I want you to stop seeing Justin.”

How could he ask me to stop seeing Justin? We had class together, and he was my partner. Besides, Justin and I were just getting to a good place. I also felt like Justin would become one of my closest friends if I let him in a little. 

“Don’t say anything now. I don’t want a response. All I want now is the response from your body.” He kissed my neck, making me rest it on his shoulder as he pumped his fingers in and out faster. 

Was it even possible to orgasm twice in a row like this? The answer was yes because I felt the build in my stomach as he went even faster. Just as I was about to come again, he removed his fingers.

I turned around, furious that he kept doing that. “No. You can’t just stop when I am about to….” I couldn’t finish the sentence. Saying the word out loud felt so dirty.

“Come? Is that what you want, Riley?”

“Yes!”

His smile alone turned me on. “Okay. One more time, then I will take you back to your dorm. After tonight, we can’t see each other anymore. As bad as I want you, I can’t have you, Riley. You are my student.”

“You keep saying that to me, but here I am in your arms, begging for you to touch me again. Do you think it will be that easy for us to stay away from each other? Besides, if you have no intention of seeing me again, then why ask me to stay away from Justin?”

“Because he can’t have you either. Just because I said that we couldn’t be together doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.” Dylan picked me up, forcing my legs around his waist before guiding us over to the side of the building. “You see the lights in the city? That’s how I feel when I look at you. It will be incredibly hard to resist you, but I have to. My career is on the line here, Riley. I love teaching.”

“And I would never ask you to stop doing something that you loved just to be with me. I get it. Just stop talking.” I grabbed his face and forced my lips to his, pouring my heart into every kiss, every touch we shared. If this was going to be the last and only time we were together like this, then I was going to make it memorable.