Oh, Professor!

A/N: Sorry its taken me so long. Life has been really crazy right now, I\'d almost finished chapter seven, and then boom, my computer breaks. So I had to get another one, and update all my software, and I wasn\'t able to recover the old hard drive, so that chapter seven\'s out the window. Here, however, is an all new chapter seven, and I hope you enjoy it, and review.

DISCLAIMER: Title of this chapter is a title of the Who song, \"squeeze box\". Listen to it and maybe you\'ll see what I mean with this one.


CHAPTER SEVEN: SQUEEZE BOX

\"Hungry for something?\" He asked her, a lustful glint in his eyes. Lainey felt a pool of wetness seep in at her crotch, no doubt a result of that look he gave her that screamed sex. Her cheeks flushed, eyes darkened and flitted up to meet his as a sultry smile played at the corners of her sensual mouth. She licked her lips, staring down at the table, and then looked back up to him with a casual shrug.

\"What do you have in mind?\" She said, her voice throaty and low. Wood smiled softly and rose, crossing over to her, behind her as he placed his strong hands on her shoulders and began to rub them softly.

\"Well, there are lots of things... ways... we can quench this thirst.\" He said softly, pushing her hair to one side and bending to kiss the soft skin of her neck, running his tongue from the bottom up to her jaw. Lainey shivered at his touch and responded with a soft sigh. Her lover continued, \"We can take it slow, and soft... I can make you feel every emotion one can feel from an encounter.\" He replied, planting soft, open mouthed kisses along her neck and jaw. \"Or,\" he continued, his voice thickening, \"we can take it fast, and rough.\" He almost growled the last word, taking a nip at her neck, tugging at the skin with his teeth before smoothing the bite with his tongue. Lainey outright moaned at this, one hand curving behind him and holding his head to her neck.

\"I\'ll take that as a yes.\" He laughed, and swiftly pried her hand off, and used it to pull her up into his arms, feet off the ground as he kissed her hard. Her eyes widened in surprise then closed as his tongue slid into her mouth. This was entirely different from last night\'s gentle lovemaking, and it gave her quite the rush.

She threw her arms around his neck as his hands started traveling up and down her body, copping a feel of her tight ass and then wandering back up to the hem of the t-shirt she wore. He broke the kiss to back off and pull the shirt up off her body, throwing it back behind him and practically ripping the boxers off her legs. Then before she could even register her sudden nudity, the dark eyed scotsman did a clean sweep of the table and lifted her back into him, guiding her long legs to wrap around his torso as he kissed her furiously again. He moaned into her mouth, running his hands over her flawless back and ass, and slammed her down hard on the wooden surface of the table.

Her eyes flashed open at his sudden act of violent passion, and when she caught the look in his eye, she sighed in relief and out of lust. Oliver examined her, lying bare on his table, her wet juices visibly accumulating at the apex of her thighs, and smiled softly. He pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor, shedding his pants as well. He stood there, his erection prominent in his boxers, and stepped towards her, ridding himself of the final garment. Lainey watched as the older man crawled up onto the table and over her, admiring her body as he went, smoothing one rough hand over her tanned skin. His hand traveled from her calf up the outside of her thigh, then brushing over the soft inner thigh as he pushed it open and settled himself between her and then brought it up further over her skin to take one firm breast in his palm, letting his head drop to the other to take a hard nipple in his warm mouth. \"Oh!\" she sighed aloud as his mouth worked her, biting gently. She could feel his hard on pressed against the inside of her left thigh, and rubbed her leg against it, making him groan and rub back. He lifted his head, a soft slurping sound as his mouth detached from her nipple, and slid up against her, bringing her legs up at angles so her feet rested flat on the one edge of the table and his manhood was now brushing up against her wet bush. She shuddered at the feeling, he responded with a soft moan and a nip at her neck, a hand migrating down to slide its fingers inside of her. The contact sparked a fire down there, reminding her of how painfully sore she was, but how much she wanted him nonetheless. He slid a second finger into her, and her hands grasped his shoulderblades, sinking her nails into his skin as a third joined them, pumping in and out of her, loosening the tight hole for what was to come.

\"Wh-what am I supposed to...\" She panted, her thoughts rocketing around in the confines of her head as he continued his ministrations.

\"Hm?\" Came his reply as he moved his thumb to circle lazily over her swollen clit.

\"I- what should I be calling you when we\'re... doing... this?\" She asked, blushing more, her cheeks doubly flushed.

\"Oliver. It\'s my first name.\" He whispered, kissing her throat gently and removing his fingers. Lainey whimpered in protest.
\"Unless I tell you to call me something different.\" He grinned as he slammed his entire length inside her. Lainey\'s eyes shot wide open and she gasped as though she were running out of air. Wood suddenly recalled it had only been her first time a few hours ago, and worried it was too much.

\"Shit, are you all right? I guess I got a little overexcited.\" He said, looking into her eyes.

\"I-I\'m fine. Keep going.\"

\"You sure? We can stop if you want.\" A dark look passed over her eyes.

\"Professor, if I didn\'t want this, I wouldn\'t have let you fuck me so hard last night.\" She replied huskily and clenched her muscles around him.

\"Ahh! Don\'t, baby.\" He whispered, eyes closed.

\"Why not?\" She asked innocently.

\"I don\'t want to get out of hand. It\'s only your second- uhh!\" His thoughts were interrupted as she clamped down on him again. His hips bucked forward, harder and deeper, in response, and he leant down and bit down hard on her neck. Her hand flew up and ran through his hair, thrusting her hips up against him, desperate for more friction. He responded, pulling almost all the way out of her, then slamming back in, hard. They set a steady, rough rhythm that they maintained until they were desperate for variation. Wood\'s hand reached behind her head and pulled it up to his, kissing her so hard she was sure her lips would be swollen. His other hand reached behind her and lifted her torso off the table, then slammed her hard back down onto it with a deeper, angled thrust. Almost animalistically, Lainey responded by rocking his body gently to one side, then propelling herself over so they flipped over with her on top, straddling Oliver\'s waist. She pushed his shoulders down onto the table roughly, making Oliver quirk a curious brow at her actions. \"Like the rough stuff, baby?\" He practically purred, running his hands up over her sleek frame.

She smiled coyly at him and began riding him, varying the pace and intensity as she saw fit, until finally, her buildup was too much, and she came with a shudder, her walls clamping down and a rush of her juices flooding his cock. The sensations of her orgasm and the sight of her, beautiful as ever, atop him with her silky hair falling over one shoulder, her breasts bouncing as she rode him, sent him over the edge and he shot his load. When she finished, she rode him out for the rest of his orgasm, and then collapsed lightly onto his chest.

The two breathed heavily, recovering from their orgasms. Oliver languidly stroked her hair, and Lainey closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into his neck.

\"Wow.\" She breathed softly, a slow smile creeping in at the corners of her mouth.

\"Mm.\" He agreed, tilting his head to look down at her flawless face. Her lips were pouty and swollen from his brutal kisses, her dark eyes were soft and rich, that alluring sparkle in them that always seemed to mystify him. He realized then that as much as she confused and enriched him, he was a powerful figure in her eye. Her admiration and lust for him was part of what drove him wild, and the sudden arrogance and conceit he felt as a result of realizing the pleasure it brought him was disquieting.

\"What\'s wrong?\" She asked softly, noticing a puzzled look cross his face. He snapped out of it, and looked back down at her with a wry smile.

\"You\'re so beautiful it\'s disturbing.\" He replied, kissing her lips chastely. Lainey\'s eyes remained open as she tried to process what he had said. It was complimentary, not even! She\'d been praised for her beauty before, but the way he said it made her almost a heroine and a villian in his eye. Disturbing? What on earth...?

Oliver looked over at the clock on the mantelpiece of the fireplace. \"Bloody hell!\" He exclaimed. \"I have a staff meeting in two minutes.\" Lainey\'s eyes shot to the clock as well.

\"And my mates are probably up and about.\" They looked back to each other, and Oliver rolled them over, kissing her deeply and pulling out of her.

\"We\'ll continue this later, right?\" He asked her, cupping her face in one hand. She nodded and he kissed her gently again and stood. He helped her stand, and magicked her some clothing from her dorm room. She pulled the clothes on, having a bit of difficulty with the jeans, since her legs still felt like jelly. She brushed her hands through her hair so it wasn\'t as wild, and watched as he pulled his jeans and then his t-shirt on, grabbing his teaching robes off a hook by the door.

He\'s so sexy, she thought as he adjusted his robes and turned around. I can\'t believe any of this just happened.

\"Well.\" She said. \"I should get going, then.\" With that, she began to walk towards the door, pulling her emotions back together and preparing to lie to her friends. Wood stepped in front of the door, took her by the shoulders, leant down, and gave her a sweet kiss goodbye.

\"See you later?\" He asked, a hopeful, almost boyish look in his eyes. He\'s really only twenty four, twenty five, she thought. Young, for a professor, even if he was seven years older.

She smiled and nodded, pursing her lips together and blushing softly. \"Bye.\" She said shyly, opened the door, and stepped into the hall. She hurried down the corridor of the fourth floor, trying quickly to remember what it looked like so she could remember how to come back later on. She found a back staircase, and took it down to the second floor, where she then hurried down the hall to the portrait of the fat lady. She gave her the password, and was given a knowing, disapproving look from the woman in the portrait, and hurried inside, eyes focused on the ground, hair flying behind her.

\"Lainey! Over here, gorgeous.\" A cool british voice called. The voice of her ex-boyfriend, David, to be precise. She looked up, and made eye contact. He was sitting next to his current girlfriend Adrienne Morose, and a quiet boy Lainey used to have a crush on, Trey Belbor.

Adrienne was a pretty girl who sang with long, thick red hair that came almost to her waist, was pale with freckles and had bright green eyes. She was in fifth year and had always subtly resented Lainey, probably for having had David first, then dumping him. Everyone was aware that David was still very much interested in Lainey, and was only dating Adrienne as a convenience. Everyone, that is, except Lainey.

Trey Belbor was a seventh year boy who had been a close friend of Lainey\'s during her relationship with David, from the middle of fourth year to the end of fifth year. She broke up with David when she realized she liked Trey, and was shocked when Trey came out after she told him her feelings. The two had managed to stay pretty good friends afterwards, though they\'d been distanced because of it.

\"Hi, David. Trey, Adrienne.\" Adrienne looked up from her sheet music for the chorale performance, nodded politely, then bent her head again. David removed his arm from around Adrienne\'s shoulders and used the other hand to pat the space on the couch next to him.

\"Have a seat.\" He smiled. Lainey tried to remember why she liked him in the first place. He was tall, around six three, with a solid build from playing first string beater on the quidditch team. He had dark, shaggy hair, deep brown eyes and a charming smile. But he was so incredibly boring and predictable, interested in quidditch, looks, and hard liquor.

\"Uh, actually, I should probably...\"

\"Sit.\"

\"Er... okay.\" Adrienne looked up from her music again to examine Lainey.

\"You all right, Lainey? You look rather flushed.\" She said snobbily before looking back down.

Lainey\'s hand flew to her cheek. \"Yes, I suppose I am a bit. I should probably go take a shower... I was just taking a bit of a jog around the track, you see, and that\'s why I came in late.\"

Adrienne snorted. \"Jogging. In jeans?\" She asked, eyeing the article of clothing.

\"Well, I walked, and then I decided it wouldn\'t hurt to get a few laps done early. They\'re baggy, so it wasn\'t a big deal. I should-\"

\"Yes, you should, rather.\" Adrienne spat. Lainey smiled inwardly. She knew Adrienne suspected something, and would have loved to see the look on her face if she found out she\'d done the unthinkable with the sexy quidditch instructor... twice!

\"See you guys later, then.\" Lainey said softly, turning and heading up to the staircases.

\"Bye, Lane.\" She heard David call, and ignored him. She didn\'t care about him anymore. She had someone else.


AN: Sorry that cut short. I meant for it to be longer, but at this point, I just want another chapter up there. Hopefully now that stuff\'s settled down I\'ll be able to get another one up before Monday of next week (the 17th). If not, feel free to throw rocks at my window or hold a knife to my throat as I type furiously.

Actually, hold the knives. But you can throw rocks, so long as they aren\'t too big.

Also, thank you for all the lovely reviews! I\'m so glad everyone is liking my story, and please continue to let me know via e-mail or review what your opinion is, or what you\'d like to see happen. I\'m a big fan of free speech, so feel free to respond however you feel is appropriate. Also, if you\'d like me to e-mail you once I update again, leave your e-mail address and a quick note in a review saying you\'d like that. I appreciate all the hits and reviews, hope you enjoyed this long-waited addition!

And as a quick quote of the song that inspired the chapter:
\"Mama\'s got a squeeze box, daddy can\'t sleep at night!\"

Sleep? Who needs that when you can have sex with Oliver Wood/Sean Biggerstaff?