Oh, Professor!

CHAPTER FIVE: RESISTANCE...?
PART TWO


She looked out the window and below to see Professor Wood sitting on his broom, casually, as he floated gently up to the window, smirking at her in the sexiest way possible. She smiled and blushed, feeling a surge in her body when he looked at her like that.

“Hop on, Lainey.” Wood motioned for her to sit behind him, and she climbed out the window and sat behind him on the broom, wrapping her arms around his strong torso. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked her again, turning to look into her eyes. She nodded and rested her head on his shoulderblade. “All right, then.” He smiled, and took off into the night sky.

She squealed at the sudden movement and smiled, shuddering a bit at the temperature and the winds, sure her hair was going berserk but not caring because he was taking her somewhere to be her first. They went over halfway round the castle before Oliver moved up so they were level with a fourth floor window, open wide. This must be his room, Lainey supposed when he motioned for her to climb into the room. She stood on the broom shakily and climbed in, holding the top windowsill for support, and hopping down from the windowsill and into the room.

It was a warm, cozy room dimly lit by assorted candles, with a roaring fire blazing in the sitting room fireplace. It was rather a small and intimate a setting, with one room consisting of a living area, one large doorway opposite the window leading probably to the hall, and another doorway leading off to what must be a bedroom. Books lined the mantlepiece that probably weren’t his, his possessions were scattered about the room variously. A small bar equipped with large amounts of alcohol was in a corner by the windowseat she’d just stepped on to get inside, and she looked around in awe, never having been in a professor’s quarters before.

She heard a light clicking noise and whipped around to see Professor Wood closing the window behind him, as he leant his broom against a coat rack in the corner. He turned back to her, a sexy smile spreading across his mouth as he watched her take in her surroundings. As much as he wanted to grab her and take her as fast as he could, he knew he had to take it slow. It would probably be only a one time thing, he couldn’t afford to mess it up.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked her politely, as he crossed the room to the bar, sorting through his extensive collection of liquor.

“Uh, are you supposed to be giving me alcohol?” She asked quietly. Merlin, Lainey, could you be any more naive? She inwardly bashed herself as a blush rose in her cheeks. You never act this stupid around boys, get it together before he kicks you out!

Wood grinned away from her. Merlin, she’s adorable. He thought to himself before casting over his shoulder, “Are you supposed to be here in the first place?” Bloody hell, don’t pressure her, mate, it’ll be over before it begins!

If possible, Lainey blushed even more from where she awkwardly stood in the center of his quarters. “Good point.” And, making up her mind, “I’ll have a little of what you’re having.” Wood casually took another glass and filled it with a little of Kraine’s Finest Flaming Vodka, as he had the first. He took each of the glasses and moved towards her, strangely calm as he handed her a glass.

“It’s strong, be careful.” He informed her before she downed it and made a little face. He smiled at her expression, loving how innocent she was.

“And I thought I met my match with firewhiskey.” She said in her smooth, British voice with a little smile up at him. She became suddenly aware of how close they stood together, his body almost looming over her as he studied her closely. She nervously let her eyes flicker up to his face, intensely hardened and strong.

He caught her staring at him with her big brown eyes and he winked at her, casually downing his own drink without so much as a flinch. “Hm, you’re right. I probably should have dilated it with something.” He shrugged, putting his empty glass down on the bar. She was practically shaking, wondering when he was going to touch her. He was a sex god, and she was just a shaky, naive little teenager who wanted him more than anything else, while he played everything off so coolly. She knew, of course, he wanted her, she’d had him practically begging for it back at the Quidditch pitch. He was a mystery to her, hot one minute and cold the next.

She was sick of waiting for him to make the move. He’d brought her here, to not touch her? To not steal her innocence? It didn’t make any sense! She put her glass down on the table by his sofa, and crossed gracefully and quietly over to his turned figure by the bar before slipping her hands around his waist. Her heart was pounding, there was no turning back from this, she thought, as she let her hands wander over his torso while she pressed her body against his back. His hands caught her wrists in a firm grip and she almost felt her heart stop beating. Please, don’t make me regret this! She inwardly sobbed as he placed her arms at her sides and turned slowly to face her. She looked down at the wooden floor, and she knew he was looking at her. She felt one calloused hand cup her cheek and smooth over it gently with a rough thumb.

“Look at me, Lainey.” He said softly, not a request or a demand. She looked up at him, her brown eyes emitting signs of her vulnerability as he looked down at her beautiful, perfect face with a sexy smile. “Do you really want this?” He asked her, trying not to let on how affected he was by her presence. Lainey nodded assuredly, and she licked her lips, making him supress a moan.

“I-If you don’t want to...” She trailed off, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes flitted back to the ground. She has no idea how much I want her, he thought. She has no clue as to what she does to me.

Wood couldn’t take it anymore. His arms wrapped tightly around her lithe body and he pulled
her up into his embrace, kissing her hard on the mouth. Lainey let out a squeak of surprise as he did this, lifting her easily off the ground and pressed her to the wall, kissing her with that delectable mouth of his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers curling in his hair and her mouth responding instantly. Wood moaned when she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, and grabbed her long legs and pulled them up and around his waist. She got the idea and hooked them around him, clinging to him desperately, kissing him as if there was no tomorrow.

Wood pulled her away from the wall, supporting her weight with one hand cupping her perfect ass, the other pressing her body into his with his hand on her back. She kept kissing him as he moved them both into the adjacent bedroom, setting her down on the bed lightly and pulling away from her kiss.

Her eyes, dark and shiny with lust, looked back at him, puzzled. “Is something wrong?” She asked him timidly at his unreadable expression.

“Everything’s perfect, babe.” He told her with a soft smile, moving on top of her and kissing her neck, nipping at her pulse point with his teeth and suckling on that sensitive spot on her collarbone. She mewled and arched into him as one of his hands slipped under the sweatshirt and thin tank top. He pulled his mouth away and laughed gently. “Didn’t know you played muggle football, \'Malone 16\'.” He teased her about the sweatshirt.

“Not mine.” She replied breathlessly, liking his teasing.

“Then let’s get it off you.” He continued, sitting her up. Lainey lifted her arms in the air as he pulled it up over her head, leaving her hair tousled and her upper body exposed. He then pulled off the tank top she wore, to reveal a silky black bra underneath. Wood took oppoopportunity to gaze at her toned, tan stomach, her plentiful cleavage that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and her perfect curves. Lainey watched him scrutinizingly evaluate her body, making her a bit uncomfortable with her appearance for the first time in her life. He looked back into her eyes, her anxiety obvious, and he smiled and bent to kiss the middle of her stomach gently, a strong arm wrapping around her torso and pulling her gently into his mouth as his tongue flicked out to taste her skin. She shivered at the contact, and he picked his head up to look at her, whispering reassuringly, “Don’t you worry, love. I like what I see.” With that, he slid down hody ody even further and undid the button of her pants with his tongue, then slowly, tantalizingly pulling down the zipper with his teeth. He kissed the flesh just above the line of her lacy black underwear before hooking his fingers underneath the fabric of her jeans and pulling them off her body,turituring himself with each new exposed milimeter of her silky, young skin.

She got the idea and kicked off her shoes and socks, leaving her only in her matching black bra and underwear. The color contrasted sharply to her flawless tan skin, her hair was loose and silky on the pillow, her legs were long and perfect, he couldn’t wait to be between them, to touch and suck on those perfect breasts and to bury himself in her completely. It was shocking that he actually could, that this beautiful young teenager was spread out on his bed, waiting for him to make a move.

Lainey watched his eyes roam over her body appreciatively, glad she worked out so much and had instinctively chosen good underwear for tonight. She sat up, propping herself up on her hands as she looked at him, still fully clothed, and she began to move over to where he sat on the end of the bed. She shifted towards him, unsure but needing contact, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her hips into his and letting her hands find the hem of his robes and pull them off of him with his help. She took the bottom of his white t-shirt and untucked it from his jeans, letting her hands rest on his waist, trying to get eye contact with him. Lainey leaned forward and kissed him very softly on the lips, barely grazing him. Wood opened his eyes and looked into her soft, brown eyes, timid and confident, dark but warm, scared but ready, and he pulled his shirt off his body. She licked her lips appreciatively at the muscles he’d worked so hard to bring out from Quidditch, and she ran her soft hands up and down his chest, over his abs, shoulders and biceps. Oliver let her explore his body, let her pull off his pants before he stepped out of them clad only in dark blue boxers before he decided to speed it up.

Wood unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled it off of her, leaving her chest bare. He bent and captured one dark, hardened nipple in his mouth, the other hand fondling the other gently. Lainey gasped in surprise, letting him continue his ministrations. Oliver simply let his tongue lazily pass over her nipple before sucking the whole thing into his mouth, biting gently enough to make her moan but not so hard to draw blood, then kissing the sore nub in apology. She let him lay her down and take control, moving his mouth to the other nipple to play with that one as he had the first. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him do something that had barely had an effect on her before. His rough hands pinched, caressed and fondled her in a way she didn’t know possible until he administered it to her. His hands began to roam, his mouth moved back to kiss her neck as he hooked his thumbs under her sexy black underwear, caressing the flesh he found beneath it.

“You little tease, wearing these for me,” He whispered in her ear before pulling them off her body, making her gasp. His voice was like rich, smooth coffee, setting her body afire when it spilled onto her flesh. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted this from you,” he continued, hovering above her, one hand sliding up and down her inner thigh, getting closer to her soaking pussy with each stroke. She moved her hips so that they were trying to reach his hand, desperate for contact.

“Please,” She whispered, her voice husky with need.

“Please what?” He said, laughing gently against her neck, his hand dancing over to her other thigh. “Be nice, now. If you’re a good little girl maybe the professor will let you indulge yourself.”

This is SO not fair! Lainey’s mind screamed, her body was lit up with an unquenchable thirst for him, and he was playing games with her after being so stoic and calm? And he called her the tease!

“Please, professor, I need you to touch me.” She groaned. He pulled her into his lap so that her back rested against his chest, and let his hands flutter gently over her, making her hips buck against him, rubbing against his raging erection.

“Mmm, Lainey. You’re so wet for me.” He whispered, caressing her inner folds aakinaking her moan. He casually let his hands explore her, spreading her juices around all areas of her sopping cunt. “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” He asked, kissing her jaw and letting his tumb graze over her clit.

“I- I don’t know, I just- ah!” She cried out as he pinched her clit gently between his thumb and forefinger. “I need more!” She begged, her hips rubbing back against his hand, and her tight, perfect ass rubbing against his boxer-clad hard on. Wood suppressed a moan as he watched her moan in ecstasy. He continued to rub her up and down, watch her facial expressions as he learned what made her tick before swirling a finger around her entrance. Her breathing was heavy and thick now, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a perfect O, and she had no idea what all this was doing to him. His body ached with a need to be inside her, but he had to take it slow. Slowly, he slid his index finger into her, and watched as she reacted by bucking her hips up toward his hand and moaning softly. He moved his finger in and out of her, loving how much she was enjoying the contact. She was so tight around his finger, it was almost as though she’d never been touched there before. She had to have been, she had to have had tons of boys desperate to get in her pants, willing to do anything to please her, this goddess, Wood thought as he slid another finger in and began pumping them in and out of her. She gasped and rubbed back against him, driving him insane.

“You like that?” He whispered against her as she whimpered and nodded wildly. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He said, sliding another finger inside her, watching the perspiration rise up on her flawless skin. Everything she was doing, without her even knowing it, was making him harder for her than he ever was for anyone else before. He couldn’t take it anymore, and lifted her, turning her around so that she faced him, and rolled on top of her, kissing her panting, pink mouth deeply.

His erection pressed against her through his boxers, and Lainey quickly shed them from his body and tossed them aside. She moved her hands to stroke his erection, her mouth still busy kissing his, and her eyes widened in surprise at the size of his length. She lightly ran her fingers over the thick, hard rod, exploring the subtle contours of it, letting her fingertips play over the tip of it and run back down to the base. Wooaneoaned into her mouth, and replaced his fingers in her pussy, making her react and start to tug on him harder. The sweet, tempting friction of her soft hands rubbing him up and down was driving him crazy, especially after how turned on she’d gotten him from watching her getting fingered.

“That’s enough.” Wood rasped, pulling his fingers out of her and rolling over onto his side to fumble in the drawer of his nightstand for his wand. Taking it out, he cast a quick contraceptive charm and a silencing spell so that no one outside the bedroom could hear them, then tossed the wand back in his nightstand. He moved back over her, hovering above her body; she was trembling with anticipation and a bit of fear. What if he was too big? What if he reported it afterwards? What if someone found out? What if he hated it and never wanted to be with her again?

He must have noticed her fear, for he kissed her forehead tenderly. “You can always back out,” he reminded her softly. “I’ll stop, if you’ve changed your mind.”

She shook her head no, and told him, “I’m sure. Just... go slow.” She said, letting her hands slide over his bare back as he positioned himself at her entrance. He swiftly but as gentle as he could muster, he pushed himself inside of her, using more force to break her virgin barrier.

She let out at crt cry when he broke her hymen, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He stopped moving, worried that he’d hurt her too much, and bent to kiss her gently, wiping the tears away with his forefingers.

“Shhh, it’ll get better.” He promised her, his accent heavy and thick with lust. She was incredibly tight, being inside her heat was driving him insane and he needed to pound into her hard. He wanted to make it good for her, though, so he concentrated on moving slowly in and out of her, kissing her every few thrusts, hearing her soft whimpers of pain develop into little moans of pleasure as she began to respond. He filled her to a capacity she didn’t know was possible, and though it hurt, she felt like she needed even more. Hooking her legs around him and moving her hips off of the bed to meet his thrusts as he went deeper, faster and harder into her, angling the thrusts to tease her walls, making her groan. She clenched herself around him, teasing him back, which made him throw back his head in a long, throaty groan of ecstasy.

She felt so good underneath him, he continued to thrust into her harder and harder as he began to feel his climax coming on. He let one hand slip in between their bodies so he could tease her clit, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer. At the unexpected contact, she moaned and came with a shudder, her orgasm raking every ounce of energy from her body as her walls fluttered and clamped down around his hard cock, making him come. He emptied his seed into her, burying his face in her neck as he groaned from their shared orgasm, finally stopping his movement inside of her to rest atop her perspiring body, planting a soft, chaste kiss on her pulse point.

The lovers lay against each other, breathing heavily, hoping it wouldn’t be their last time together.

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