Oh, Professor!

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CHAPTER TEN: LOVE SHACK

Lainey walked down the corridor, her boots clacking on the stone surface softly as she crossed her arms over her silky top. She slid her hand over her shirt and thighs, in an attempt to make her clothes presentable, and hurried down to the Gryffindor dormitory. She said the password and stepped inside to the raging party. She smiled at people who greeted her, and her eyes fell on David on the far end of the room.

He was slumped in a chair lazily, legs apart and his arms thrown casually over the chair, a flask in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His dark eyes were focused intently on her as he licked his lips and took a swig from the flask. He stood and slammed the now empty flask down on the surface of the table and started to make his way over towards her.

Her heartbeat picked up. It was like he could see right through her- almost as though just by looking at her, he was visualizing Oliver pounding into her from behind, her riding him on the desk, the professor popping her cherry as she screamed in fulfilling agony and lust. She started to walk briskly towards the stairs to her dorm, grabbing a shot out of someones hand on her way and throwing it back. David caught up to her on the stairs- and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him.

\"Where the fuck were you?\" He growled.

\"What are you, my mother?\" She retorted. He grabbed her shoulders and slammed her hard up against the stone wall.

\"Answer me. Were you with him?\" At her silence, he grew more frustrated. \"WERE YOU WITH HIM?\"

She flinched at his tone, then coolly looked at him, her dark, unreadable eyes meeting his angry orbs of blue.

\"What\'s going on here?\" A voice asked. They each turned quickly and looked at Trey, who stood solid at the landing of the stairs beneath theirs, a beer in his hand and an eyebrow raised. David looked back at Lainey, she looked down to the ground, his burning gaze making her feel almost as vulnerable as when she was with Professor Wood.

\"Well I was just asking Lainey here where she disappeared off to for a good hour.\"

\"Do you have to pin her to the wall to do that?\" The other boy asked.

Thank you, Trey. Lainey thought to herself as she felt David place her lightly on the ground. She knew she\'d be getting bruises.

\"Dave, can I have a word?\" Trey asked after what seemed like an eternal silence.

\"I\'ll be there in one second.\" Trey nodded and walked off. David reached out to her and she stepped back instinctively, drawing in a
breath sharply from her gut.

\"Don\'t be afraid of me. I- fucked up. Please, Lainey.\" At her silence, he tipped her chin up towards him. \"Please.\"

Lainey bit her lip, saying nothing.

\"You\'re shaking.\" He noticed, touching her arms so gently, so differently from before.

\"I\'m terrified.\" She admitted.

\"Why?\"

\"Every time you touch me it hurts. And not in a good way. So just, please. Let me go to sleep.\"

He began to walk away, and then called back to her,

\"Don\'t think you didn\'t hurt me the way I hurt you.\"


Two days later, Monday, at breakfast, Lainey found herself sitting next to Trey and a fifth year girl. She nibbled on a scone, but focused mainly on the tea in front of her. She loved tea beyond all other beverages- even alcoholic ones. And when she had a hangover, tea was the thing to alleviate it. Which was exactly the case this morning.

\"You all right?\" Trey asked her as he took a bite of waffles.

\"Mm. Tired. Headache. There\'s tea.\" She said softly, downing a cup and pouring herself another one. Her eyes drifted up to the staff table where her Scottish sex god professor sat, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the Daily Prophet. He was so concentrated, his brow furrowed, eyes intensely focused on what was in front of him, much like he was when he was shagging her. She gave a little smile at the thought until she realized she was staring. Oliver\'s eyes drifted over to her, and caught hers for a second. She licked her lips and drank more tea, looking away.

\"Hangover\'s a bitch. Sorry I just spaced on you.\" Trey smiled a little, having witnessed their little exchange.

\"Not a problem. You couldn\'t have drank half as much as David did last night, he was so sloshed he couldn\'t get up this morning.\"

\"Is that where he is?\" She asked nonchalantly.

\"Yeah. I\'d think you\'d be glad he was away from you after...\"

\"Let\'s not talk about that.\" Lainey said decisively, finishing her third cup and pouring herself another.

\"Whatever you want.\" Trey replied.

\"Good. Good.\" She said softly. She finished her fourth in silence, and caught Professor Wood\'s eye again. She winked and looked towards the door as she set down her cup. He looked taken aback almost, and pretended to be reading his newspaper. She felt his glances as she walked out the door. She walked deliberately slowly down the hall and leaned against the open doorway leading out to the breezy courtyard as she ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool wind on the side of her bare neck. In a good two minutes, she felt his presence and opened her eyes slowly, turning towards him with a smile. His eyes were dark and he looked down at her with need.

\"Let\'s take a walk and talk about those plays, Lainey.\" He said, noting the students in the hall.

\"Of course, Professor. Thank you for agreeing to help me with them.\"

\"Not a problem. He said as they walked quickly out the door and through the courtyard. They turned and headed in the direction of the pitch in silence. Lainey had an impulse to take a hold of his hand and just walk with him- but she knew she couldn\'t.

Wood wanted to slip his arm around her tempting little waist, lean down and kiss the soft spot right behind her ear that made her squeal. He knew he couldn\'t touch her until they were masked and alone.

He led her down a quiet path far away from the main building and off towards the pitch- she realized they were heading towards the locker and supply rooms.

\"Where are we going, professor?\" She asked him. That word sent shivers down his spine. I should not be doing this. But I want it so bad, he thought.

\"I used to come by here when I was a student.\" He replied, and opened the door to a lonely looking building Lainey hadn\'t seen before.
He held it open for her and watched her step inside before following.

The room was dark, and after a quick lighting spell, the windowless shack was dimly lit. Lainey watched him slip his wand back inside
the deep pocket of his robe. Lainey hopped up on top of a crate, her plaid skirt riding up to reveal her thighs a little. The top button of her blouse was already undone so the collar of her shirt opened up over her jumper to show off one shiny silver chain necklace. Oliver looked at her, long hair falling neatly over her shoulder from her ponytail, her little schoolgirl uniform tempting him and reminding him of how wrong what he was doing was.

\"Don\'t you have class?\" He asked her.

\"First block is off for me.\" She replied softly with a smile, one hand reaching back to her hair to pull it softly out of its tie. Golden brown locks fell softly over her shoulders as she looked shyly up at him, crossing her legs on the crate.

\"Ah.\" Was all he could say in response as his eyes travelled over her perfect body. He\'d come to this room when he was a student with different girls from all the houses. He\'d lost his virginity in here, and he felt just as nervous now as he did when he was in his fifth year and had lost it to a sixth year girl, Alice. Lainey was about ten times as pretty as her, though, her perfect body, smile, voice all drove him up the wall. All his years of experience melted away when he looked at her sometimes, just when he looked at her. When he touched her they both knew who was in control. Him.

\"So did you bring me out here just to look at me, Professor?\"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her with a smile as he licked his lips. \"Take off that jumper.\" He ordered her. Her hands found the hem of her vest and she pulled it up over her head, leaving her only in her white linen button down shirt, her skirt and shoes. Wood pulled his robe off and left himself in his black t-shirt and jeans. \"Unbutton your blouse, Lainey.\" He told her. She smiled a bit and undid the top button, then the next, and all the way down until both sides hung open and left her in a black bra that contrasted her tan skin nicely. \"Take it all the way off.\" He continued, his voice huskier. She did as she was told, and felt goosebumps rise on her skin at the cool air while her flesh underneath burned.

\"Come over here.\" She hopped of the crate lightly and approached him slowly. She looked up at him with those dark bedroom eyes of hers, and he smiled at her gently. Lainey felt a pool of wetness accumulate at the apex of her thighs, just from that one smile, and licked her lips softly.

\"Kneel.\" He whispered hoarsely. She did, and did not need any further instruction. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down to pool around his ankles. She did the same to his boxers, and took his erection in one hand and started rubbing it before leaning in and licking the tip. Wood shuddered at the warm, wet contact, and as she started to swirl her tongue over the head of his cock, curled his fingers in her hair. \"That\'s it, baby.\" He whispered softly. Encouraged by his hand and his words, Lainey\'s hand started to stroke him teasingly and her tongue travelled all along the length from the head to the base, then back up before she engulfed him suddenly in her warm mouth. Wood moaned aloud and tightened his grip on her head as her mouth took him in tortuously, inch by inch, her tongue caressing the bottom of his cock as she went. She got in well over half of him, the tip of his cock grazing the very back of her throat, her hand teasing the rest of him as she pulled off of him, then back on. She started sucking him off, her head bobbing up and down on his cock faster, occasionally stopping to lick the places she knew would make him crazy the most. She deep throated him hard, and he knew he wouldn\'t last much longer.

\"Stop, Lainey.\" He whispered hoarsely, looking down. Her big, seductive eyes opened and looked at him as her mouth pulled slowly off his cock. The sight made him groan inwardly. \"I\'m close.\" He explained.

\"So I want to swallow you.\" She smiled gently, her mouth back on him in a flash. She started sucking harder, her tongue flicking over the tip gently and running along the sensitive bottom vein. He finally came with long, panting breaths, and she let her head go back up to the tip and start milking him with her hand, swallowing his salty seed. He finally finished, and she licked the last little bit off her lips as she stood up. Wood was now leaning against one wall of the cabin, braced by one arm as he panted from his release.

She smiled at him. \"I hope you aren\'t too tired to get me off, too.\" She said, approaching him with one hand playing over his hard chest. Her shirt still hung open and she looked so hot in her black bra and short skirt.

Professor Wood smiled cockily at her before standing up straight. \"I\'m never too tired.\" He replied. With that, he reached out and grasped her by her slim waist, picking her up and pressing her up against the wall of the cabin. Her legs hooked around his waist when he stepped in, and he eased them off to slide her black lacy panties down that were already wet. His hand drifted in to touch her there, already soaking wet and ready for him. She was held up there on the wall by his other arm, and his mouth grazed over her jaw, neck, and collarbone before travelling down to her right breast, still encased in her bra. He sucked on the clothed nipple and she gasped, her hands on his head as she whispered out breathy words begging him not to stop.

\"Please, please, don\'t stop, oh, fuck me, fuck me please!\" She begged.

He laughed and kissed up her chest to whisper tauntingly in her ear, \"You want me to fuck you, baby?\"

\"Oh, yes, please...\"

\"Didn\'t catch that,\" he replied, sucking on her earlobe and pinching her clit. She gasped, her big brown eyes opening with her soft mouth.

\"Fuck me, please, Professor Wood, I need you!\" She cried out.

\"Shhh, baby, or we\'ll get caught.\" He whispered with a chuckle before thrusting his now hard cock into her expertly.

\"Ohh! Please, harder!\" She whispered, grinding down on him. It was his turn to moan as she raked her hands through his hair while he sucked on her pulse point, thrusting deep into her over and over again.

He kept fucking her up against the wall, the soft material of her skirt tickling his lower abdomen and her hands crawling up underneath
his shirt and scratching his back. He\'d moan and bite her shoulder, her, his ear, after a soft moan and a whisper of, \"hush\". Finally, she came, milking his cock for his release, and panting, he pulled out of her, and sat on the floor, pulling her into his lap for a kiss, the taste of his cum still on her lips. After a good few minutes of passionate kisses, he felt himself getting hard again, and she started rubbing his cock with her hand, still covered in their mixed release. He rubbed her with one hand, fondling her breast with the other underneath her bra, their tongues battling in each others mouths. He pinched her nipple and bowed his head to lick it in apology, sucking on it gently like a hungry baby. She rose up and then sank down onto his hard pole, and he bit down on her nipple with a moan. She started riding him hard, and it didn\'t take them long to come again, her collapsing atop his chest. They lay like that for a little bit, her skirt pooled around his hips, knickers round her ankles and her hair messy, chest bare with one breast popped out of her bra, rubbing up against his t-shirt clad, damp chest.

\"You\'re amazing.\" Wood groaned gently, his accent husky. She smiled softly and kissed his neck.

\"No, you. You\'re perfect.\" He laughed softly, rolling her over, still inside of her.

\"C\'mere, sexy.\" She giggled softly as he continued, time falling away as they continued.


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