Oh, Professor!

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CHAPTER NINE: DRINK IT DOWN

The man in question sat in his office, reading the sports section of the Daily Prophet and chugging firewhiskey. Anything to keep his mind off of Lainey, and how sexy and flushed she\'d looked after she\'d caught that snitch. He wanted her too much, too badly... she was going to be the end of him. He couldn\'t help feeling flames of envy as her friends would hug her, one even kissed her forehead. She was his, they couldn\'t have her! True, they had every right more than he did to touch her, but it didn\'t stop the violent passion he felt for her from
flowing in his veins.

He tossed the paper down onto his desk and snatched the bottle of whiskey, not even bothering to pour it into a glass, he polished off the rest of the bottle. By this time he\'d had a whole bottle in forty five minutes... not to mention six butter-beers before that at the Three Broomsticks, so he was pretty sloshed. He stood violently, knocking over the chair and throwing the bottle at the wall. It shattered with a loud noise, and he sat on the edge of his desk, running a hand through his hair.

I\'m turning into my dad, he thought as he stared at the broken glass. I drink too much for my own good, or for anyone else\'s.

There was a knock on the door, and Wood cast his eyes to the clock on the wall. It\'s late, who could that be?

He opened the door to find Lainey standing there, looking a little distraught, but adorable in a slinky, dark purple top that was cut low enough to reveal a generous cleavage and barely supported by two thin silky ribbon ties that rested on her shoulders, tight black pants, and boots that made her almost as tall as he was. Her hair was swept back into a low ponytail and her eyes were even darker than usual. Her beauty always startled him, whenever he saw her.

\"Hi.\" Oliver said, unable to register her presence.

\"Hey.\" She said. \"Are you busy?\"

\"Get in here.\" He demanded. She smiled at his forwardness and stepped inside. Wood closed the door and walked around to his desk.
\"Want a drink?\" He asked. She giggled.

\"I\'ll have one. I\'m kinda drunk already, though.\" She admitted as he pulled another bottle of whiskey out of a desk drawer.

\"Me too, actually.\" He smiled, opening the bottle and pouring some into a glass for her. \"Straight up, or with tonic?\"

\"Straight.\" She said. \"I really only want a little.\"

\"All right then.\" He handed her the glass and started on his own. She looked around, and noticed the glass on the floor.

\"Get angry at the wall?\" She asked him. He laughed.

\"No. The bottle.\" She giggled drunkenly and took a sip. She made a face.

\"Glah! That stuff is strong!\"

\"You get used to it. What were you drinking before?\"

\"Raspberry rum and sprite. An American sixth year brought the sprite in.\"

\"Sounds good. Celebrating the victory?\"

\"Yeah. Not so much a celebration for me.\"

\"Why? You were amazing.\" Wood said, sitting next to her on the edge of the desk.

\"Eh. It was fine. I just don\'t connect with it, I guess.\" She shrugged.

\"Yeah. I guess I can get that.\" She raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled sheepishly. \"I mean, I connect with Quidditch, but my entire family is composed of Aurors and members of the ministry. So when all I wanted to do was play Quidditch, my parents weren\'t exactly thrilled.\"

\"Really? I would have thought they\'d be thrilled you were so good at something you loved.\" Lainey commented.

The man looked down and gave a little chuckle, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Eyes focused on the clock at the other end of the room, he simply replied, \"If only.\"

Lainey watched him, a pensive gloom passing over his face as he stared fixated at the clock, until he finally stood and smiled at her, putting his drink down on the desk.

\"But you didn\'t come here to hear the sob story of a poor little rich boy,\" Wood said as his walls slammed back up to hide his weakness, and suddenly, he was the sex god again. \"Did you?\"

His accent and the look he was giving her were making her so vulnerable; the alcohol had made her body feel so heavy and her head feel so light and dizzy, she knew if she stood she\'d melt into the old wooden floor. All she wanted to do was let him take her, let him take over and be violently passionate and loving and kiss her into a frenzy. So she stood, and fell into his arms. He laughed gently, a rough hand reaching up to cup her chin in its palm, and he kissed her. It was a gentle, almost feather-light kind of kiss at first, and Lainey felt herself wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer. Breaking away, she whispered hoarsely, \"Take me, please!\" He smiled wryly, and unbuttoned her jeans, slowly, torturously pulling down the zipper. He knelt before her and pulled them down her legs, and she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled the top up and off her, baring her chest to the cool air of his office. Her nipples stood erect and dark from the lazy ceiling fan, and as Oliver slipped her lacy black thong off, she found her epidermis to be shivering from the cold and her insides boiling from the heat of his presence.

His hands ran up her silky thighs, and he looked up at her from his position on the floor, her full breasts now exposed, her hair still up but in a frenzy from their kisses, and her dark eyes looking down at him, almost haunting. He grinned at the sight; she was his.

Her expression changed suddenly from one of lust to one of impatience. \"Well are you going to fuck me or not? Get on with it!\"

\"In good time, baby.\" He whispered, standing, and as he did, sliding his hand up along her inner thigh to cup her wet pussy.

Lainey moaned and rested her head in the crook of his neck. He walked her back to the desk and sat her down on it, kissing her deeply. She broke it and mumbled, \"I don\'t want gentle right now.\"

\"What do you want, then?\" He asked, kneeling again. He spread her thighs and leaned in close, pinpointing the spot exactly, sucking hard, giving it a tiny nip and then withdrawing as soon as he had begun. \"You want me to tease you? You want it rough?\"

\"Don\'t tease me. I just need you.\"

\"Do you?\" He chuckled, repeating the action, and then dipping his tongue inside quickly, then pulling away again.

\"Uhh! Stop that, I need you inside me.\"

\"Well in that case...\" He stood, and kissed her again. \"Turn around and bend over the desk.\" She eyed him suspiciously, but obliged. He grabbed his wand, muttered a contraceptive charm, and then thrust into her deeply from behind. She let out a cry of surprise; he could go deeper from this new angle!

Wood thrust his length as hard and fast as he could into her, moaning when she\'d push back, her ass wiggling a little and the little noises she\'d make with every thrust and withdrawal. \"More!\" She\'d keep groaning, and he would continue. Eventually he found it hard to keep restraining himself, and he reached around and started playing with a nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. She moaned, and eventually with a pinch of her clit, she came, just a tiny bit before he shot his load. They came together, calling out each other\'s names, and Lainey collapsed slightly onto the desk from relief.

Wood pulled out of her reluctantly, and picked her up by the middle and sat her down forwards on his desk, her legs still spread. He thrust back into her again, the tip of his cock bumping her clit before thrusting back in again. She smiled, hooking her legs around his midsection and closing her eyes. Her hair, still slightly up, was messy, with strands handing down wildly in back and in front of her face. Her eyes were dark, her cheeks flushed and her pink pouty lips open slightly. She threw her head back and let out a moan as he angled himself slightly to the left and thrust. \"Look at me, baby.\" He whispered. He knew it would be a little while before either of them came again, and he wanted to jazz it up. He withdrew completely, and her hips rose up with him, her cunt aching for his length.

Her dark eyes met his, and he climbed on top of her, pushing her back onto the desk so that they were lying vertically along it. She spread her legs for him to settle in between, and keeping his hands braced on the desk, he moved very slowly towards her with his hips. The very tip of his cock just barely brushed over her wet heat, and she shuddered with delight and need. When she thrust up to try and meet him, he pulled back and laughed softly at her frustration. \"Don\'t mess with me.\" She growled.

\"Remember who the professor is, sunshine.\" He smirked and thrust in hard. She wasn\'t expecting it this time, and her eyes shot open in surprise.

\"Ohhhh wow!\" She groaned. Torturously, he started to pull out, but ever so slowly that it took him a good forty five seconds to withdraw almost fully. He left the tip in, wiggled a little, and then pumped back in hard. He continued teasing her, sometimes reversing it so he\'d enter slowly, and then withdraw and slam back in. It was sweet, hot torture, and Lainey was loving every second of it.

Bored, she flipped him over on the desk and smiled down at him when he suppressed a groan. She clenched her muscles tight around him the way she knew drove him crazy, and he let out a long moan of pleasure. She curled her fingers in his reddish brown hair and bent to kiss him wildly, then shifted her hips intentionally and tightening again so he was jerked inside of her. She slowly began riding him, rising up and down on his cock and sometimes just grinding down on him, relishing the friction. He watched her breasts bounce as she rode him, that sexy hair really falling out of its ties, the look in her eyes as she had her way.

She rode him harder and faster as their joining escalated, and finally they both came, kissing each other and moaning into each others\' mouths.

When they\'d finished, Lainey was the first to move. She rose up off of him, and with wobbly legs stood on the floor, and began collecting her clothes. Oliver watched her, lazily lounging on the desk, as she bent over and picked up each article of clothing. She felt his stare, and felt a blush rise in her cheeks.

\"Where are you going?\" He asked her.

\"My friends will be wondering where I wandered off to.\" She replied coolly as she slipped her underwear back on. He inwardly groaned, thinking, \"Please, don\'t put that back on.\"

\"Well if you were so concerned about that, why did you wander off in the first place?\" He asked sexily, standing up off the desk and walking towards her as she pulled her shirt over her head.

\"Because,\" She replied bossily, turning towards him. When her eyes met his, suddenly seeing him so close and so much larger than her, she felt a shiver of excitement coarse through her body.

At her silence, he smiled softly. \"Because what?\"

\"B-because... It makes more sense than this.\" She said softly, unable to look him in the eye.

\"What do you mean?\" He asked. \"You want to stop?\" He asked her, pulling her in close by the waist. Her thoughts flashed back to how violently David had pulled her in earlier that evening, and she felt a twinge of pain and her head started spinning. Probably from the alcohol.

\"No, I just can\'t keep staying overnight. People are beginning to suspect things, about me. And I can\'t risk-\"

\"Who?\" He demanded.

\"Just... one friend. I denied everything, obviously, we just need to exercise more caution when we\'re doing this.\" She said, looking into his eyes. She couldn\'t read his expression for a moment, and then that same sexy smile was back, and he stepped away, hands in the air, and said one word,

\"Fine.\"

He watched her nod, standing there awkwardly for a moment, and then walk to where her pants lay abandoned on the floor. She pulled them on, and then picked up her boots, leaning against the desk to put those on as well. He slid on his boxers and jeans, watching her run her fingers through her hair and try to pull it back up so she looked somewhat presentable. He was aching for her still, as he watched her tie her golden brown hair up that accentuated her heart shaped face. He watched her lick her lips, smooth out her pants and her top over her body, now off limits for the evening. He wanted to run and grab her before she could walk out the door, but with one glance back, and a soft good night, the door was closed, and only the scent of her permeated the room.

AN: Sorry it got a bit melancholy at the end there. But when one is drunk (not that I\'d know... *shifty eyes*) emotions are all over the radar. Thank you so much for all the awesome reviews, I really appreciate them! Sorry, again, that it takes me so long to update. Some of my own issues have gotten in the way. I\'ll try to be better.

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CHAPTER TEN: WORDS HYPNOTIZE... Someone begins to catch on, while Lainey and Oliver test each other\'s boundaries.