A Pissed-Off Professor

Tuli

Armand’s reaction caught me off guard.

“Armand, we’ve only known each other for a week,” I finally managed to say, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

He was about to reply when a familiar car pulled up. “That’s Jayce,” I muttered, standing up.

Armand hugged me from behind. It was a brief hug, but it was filled with care. “Be careful, okay?” he whispered in my ear.

“I’ll be fine,” I reassured him, turning to face him. “You take care too.”

He gave me a comforting smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’m staying at a friend’s place tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” I mumbled.

As Armand retreated back into the house, Jayce emerged from his car and headed my way. He looked as upset as Armand had been. He grabbed my arm, but I pulled away. “I can get to the car on my own,” I snapped, shooting him a glare.

Pulling away from him turned out to be a bad idea. My stomach churned and I quickly bent over, throwing up my breakfast and lunch. Jayce was right behind me, holding my hair back.

“You had me worried, you know,” he grumbled, but I could hear the worry in his voice.

After a few dry heaves, my stomach finally settled. I stood up again, but before I could take a step, I felt strong arms scoop me up.

Jayce had lifted me into his arms, carrying me like a bride. I started to protest, “I just told you I can walk,” I growled.

“You’re drunk and you just threw up. I’m carrying you,” he stated firmly.

I squirmed in his arms, but he ignored me and headed for the car. He managed to open the passenger door, even with me in his arms, and gently placed me inside.

I wanted to hurl insults at him, but the plush seat was so comfortable that I couldn’t muster the energy to speak.

His car felt familiar, almost comforting. I could easily fall asleep in it. I barely noticed Jayce sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The silence was broken when he asked, “What’s your address?”

“Uh…” I blanked. I never really memorized my address. I just knew how to get home.

“You don’t remember your address?”

“I’m sorry, it’s not like I memorized the exact address! I just know how to get there.”

“Well, then...” He trailed off. “You’re staying with me tonight.”

“I’m not fucking sleeping with you again,” I protested.

“Relax, damsel,” he grumbled. “I don’t want to sleep with you again, either. Plus, you’re drunk.”

“You’re an asshole!” I shouted.

“You’re not exactly a delight yourself.”

The car fell silent again. I stared out the window, watching the trees and houses pass by.

After what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to a house. “I forgot you moved,” I muttered.

“You forgot?” He turned to look at me. “How did you know I moved?”

“None of your business,” I snapped.

He just pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine, and got out of the car. I was about to get out when he stopped me. “Let me help you inside, please.”

“Fine,” I sighed. I agreed only because I didn’t trust my legs. They felt like jelly.

He opened the passenger door, and once again, picked me up. I was starting to get used to being carried. He carried me upstairs to the living room and gently set me down on the couch before heading to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I called out.

“Just getting you some water,” he responded loudly. “Do you want something to eat?”

My stomach growled in protest. “I don’t think I can handle any food.”

He returned with a glass of water and some Advil. “Take these,” he murmured, placing the water and pills in my hands.

I swallowed the pills with a gulp of water, but Jayce stopped me. “Slow down or you’ll throw up again.”

I set the glass down on the table. We sat in silence for a few minutes, until he broke it. “Why’d you call me?” he asked.

“When you’re drunk, you do stupid things,” I replied, looking at him. Why else would I have been stupid enough to call him? “Speaking of which, were you at the school?”

“You called my cell phone,” he responded.

“Why the hell is your cell phone number on the school website?” I groaned.

“So students can contact me in case of a school-related emergency,” he said smugly. “Your situation wasn’t exactly a school emergency, but you’re going to be my student next week. I’d rather you call me than hear about your death a week from now.”

“So dramatic,” I said.

His eyes hardened, and he placed his hands on either side of my head, forcing me to look at him. “I’m not being dramatic. Mr. Evangelista told me some drunk jerk almost took advantage of you. If it weren’t for him, you’d be reporting a rape to the police tomorrow. As I’ve said before, you really are a damsel.”

I pushed his hands away. “Maybe if I was more attractive, I would be in bed with you and not some rapist!”

His eyes widened. Hell, I surprised myself. I looked down at my hands.

After a moment, he said quietly, “I never said you were unattractive.”

I looked up at him again, and replied harshly, “You sure act like I am.”

Jayce rolled his eyes. “You’re driving me nuts. Do I need to remind you that you’ve turned me down twice now? You’re so damn attractive to me. I’m fighting the urge to touch you right now, because you’re my student and you’re drunk.”

I felt my cheeks heat up, flattered, but I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “Why did you bail on me two months ago?” I asked.

He let out a sigh. “I’ve told you before, I’m not the commitment type, I don’t date. I don’t do serious relationships. I’ve been married once, and that girl knocked me flat. After that, I just didn’t want to commit anymore. It’s not about you.”

I stayed quiet for a moment. Jayce didn’t say anything else, just waited for me to respond. “So, you like me?” I asked, looking at him.

He chuckled. “More than I’d like to admit.”

“Prove it,” I dared him.

He blinked. “Tuli, I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not. I want you to fuck me again.”

He shook his head. “No. You’re drunk. You’ll regret it in the morning.”

I growled, frustrated. He just kept shaking his head and chuckling. Then an idea popped into my head. “What if you just go down on me, then?” I asked sweetly.

He looked at me curiously. I could see his cock harden through his pants, but he didn’t make a move. “I suppose I could,” he said thoughtfully, “but are you sure you really want that?”

“I am,” I murmured, determined to convince him to at least relieve me of this sexual tension that’s been building for two months now.

“You’re positive?” he pressed. “You might regret it tomorrow.”

“How could I regret having a sexy guy go down on me?” I replied, rolling my eyes.

He grinned sheepishly. “You think I’m sexy?”

I rolled my eyes again. “How could you not know that?”

He smirked. I was about to tell him to put his head where the sun doesn’t shine, but he placed a finger to my lips. “Enough talking for now, okay?”

My insides clenched, and I nodded. He removed his hand, and leaned in, about to kiss me. I stopped him. “I threw up, remember?”

“I don’t care,” he murmured, pushing my hand out of the way.

I sat up. “I care.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. How about we get you cleaned up, then? Are you okay with taking a shower?”

A shower sounded really good right now. Except I didn’t have any extra clothes with me. Jayce must be a mind reader, because he said, “Don’t worry about clothes. I think I’d like to see you in mine again.”

I blushed, remembering that morning he caught me wearing his underwear. He stood up and started to approach me, a look of lust in his eyes.

I turned to stand, but he was faster. He picked me up. “Asshole,” I muttered.

“Just be quiet and let me carry you to the bathroom,” he grumbled.

In less than a minute, we were in the bathroom, and he set me down on my feet.

This bathroom didn’t have a separate bathtub and shower, but a pretty big shower. “How do you afford this on an assistant professor’s salary?” I asked in disbelief.

He laughed as he went to turn the shower on. “Why don’t you worry about that later?”

He turned around and walked past me, about to leave the bathroom. “Where are you going?” I asked, unsure.

“I was gonna go wait for you in the bedroom. Don’t you want to wash yourself off?”

“No, I want you to,” I pleaded.

I could see his dick strain against his jeans, but he looked hesitant. “I think that’s going too far.”

“No, it’s not. I might throw up again or pass out in the shower. Please?”

He growled. “Dammit, alright!”

He closed the door and took me in his arms. He hoisted me up onto the counter and kneeled down before me to take my heels off. He stood back up and reached behind me to unzip my dress.

He pulled it down my arm, revealing my bare breasts. “You are making it hard for me not to touch you,” he groaned.

“Then touch me.”

“This will be the point of no return,” he grunted.

“For fuck’s sake, stop being so chivalrous already,” I growled, reaching for his hands and placing them on my breasts.

Jayce groaned and began to play with my breasts, rolling and teasing my hardened nipples between his fingers. I leaned back, moaning softly as pleasure spiked through my body.

“Oh, God, Jayce,” I whimpered.

“Christ,” he snarled. “I don’t give a fuck if you puked.”

And with that, his lips crashed down on mine.