Poetry

“You left your notebook here last night.”” 

Jenna's cheeks flushed as she looked up at Alex Carver. She saw him every Tuesday and Thursday evening, but he never failed to take her breath away. And now she had even more reason to be embarrassed. She'd left her journal, her most personal thoughts and feelings, with this man. And many of those thoughts and feelings were about him. She reached out to take the small blue book. 

“Thanks, Professor.”
 
She was the only one left after Ceramics class. Professor Carver was a successful local artist as well as the state university's art professor, and Jenna had fallen hard and fast for his abstract work and show-stopping smile. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, trying not to let her nerves show through. She took the book from his hand. He must not have read it. His face didn't reveal any discomfort and there was no awkwardness in his words.  

”I'll see you Thursday, then”,” she murmured. 

Jenna turned for the door, relief replacing her initial fear. That could have been a mortifying situation.

But her writing, her secret words, were still safe. He never needed to know how much she thought about his deep, sexy voice or how often she fantasized about his full lips on her skin. 

”Why don't you wait a minute, Jenna.”” 

Alex's voice stopped her dead in her tracks. There was a husky edge to it she'd never heard before. Instinctively, she knew it was the tone of voice reserved for a lover. Jenna turned slowly, a new fear taking over—the fear that all of her fantasies could become reality. His gaze was hot on her skin, shamelessly exploring her modest curves. 

“Yes, Professor?”” 

She was playing dumb. She knew exactly what he wanted. And she knew there was only one way he could know that she'd be willing. Alex moved closer, reaching around Jenna to pull the door shut. He was so close to her. She could smell his masculine cologne, feel the heat of his skin. The lock clicked, and she jumped. He grinned, and her heart pounded a little harder. 

"I was hoping you could give me a reading".” 

“Of what?”” 

"The last page.”” 

Jenna wracked her brain. What was the last thing she'd written? But it didn't matter, really. She was backed up against a locked door with a man who could be a male model. He was sexy, he was older, he was her professor. This was dangerous and it meant breaking a lot of rules. It turned her on. She would do whatever he wanted her to. 

His eyes studied her as she opened her notebook with shaking fingers. Oh. Yes, what she'd written was pretty straightforward. She licked her lips and began to read.  

"Two hands
just enough to hold, to mold.”” 

Alex touched her arm, and she sucked in a breath. His fingers caressed her skin tenderly, easing her into this new intimacy between them. But Jenna didn't need coaxing. He excited her; he didn't scare her. And she didn't want to think about how it would be between them if that simple touch sent her senses flying. 

"Keep going",” Alex whispered, his lips at her ear, his breath making her skin tingle. 

“Shape me, sir. 
Let your hands glide
across my wet skin—
gentle, yet relentless.”” 

His lips were on her neck now, and she gasped through the next stanza. 

“Show me
what you want me to be.
Spin me around until
I'm dizzy.”” 

Jenna gripped the back of his shirt with one hand for support and held the journal up over his shoulder so she could see the page. He pinned her against the door, keeping his lips on the sweet spot just beneath her ear and his hand on her ass. She was finding it hard to breathe, let alone read. 

”“You've awakened,
created,
A masterpiece in me.
Your fingers...”” 

Then Alex moved his mouth to hers, cutting off her poem mid-verse and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She dropped the journal carelessly on the floor and wound her arms around his neck. Her body pressed eagerly against him, and his hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly, holding her in place. 

“Do you want me, Jenna?”” he asked in a rough voice. 

She nodded, and could feel his cock hardening through his jeans, and she moaned softly as his lips came down on her neck once again. 

“Say it”, ” he told her. 

“I want you”,” she managed. 

He kissed her again, hard, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. She met him wantonly and could only hope her desperate movements were as talented as his. She barely noticed when his hands undid the zipper of her clay-spattered jeans. He pulled them down her thighs, and Jenna mimicked his movements,  taking it one step farther by removing his boxers. She gripped him firmly in her hand and gasped into his mouth. Alex was long and thick; just the thought of having all of that inside her made Jenna's knees weak.  

Eventually, they had to come up for air. But Jenna continued to pump him, her eyes locked on his, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Until now, he'd been in control. He was making the moves, telling her what he wanted. But Jenna needed a power rush of her own.  

Slowly, carefully, she kicked off her sandals, her jeans, and her panties. Then she knelt down on the dusty floor and took Alex's cock into her mouth. He let out a long groan, and a shiver ran down her spine. She bobbed her head up and down, her saliva making him slick and wet. Her tongue looped around his silky flesh, teasing him. She sucked him, licked him, loved the way his hands felt in her hair. The whole situation made her impossibly wet. She couldn't help it; her own fingers reached down to find her clit. She played with herself, rubbed herself. Then she looked up at him.  

He was watching her, his lips parted, his breath coming in pants. The movements of her mouth and fingers quickened. She wanted him to come. She wanted to show him that she could take him, all of him, and she wanted to be there with him. But he stopped her. 

“No”,” he said through ragged breathing. 

He pulled her to her feet, and in one movement, he had her turned around, back against the door once again. But this time, he grabbed her ass and lifted her. Jenna's blue eyes widened. She'd known he was strong—she'd spent hours admiring his well-defined muscles—but she had no idea he'd be able to do this. 

“Tell me you're on the pill”,” he growled. 

She nodded, once again unable to find her voice. He didn't give her the chance. Alex pressed himself against her warm, wet entrance and thrust himself deep inside her. A cry of pleasure escaped her mouth; he filled her completely, caressed the sweet, fleshy spot within her easily. Just the knowledge that she was pinned between his hot, hard body and the locked door was almost too erotic for her to handle. He moved hard and fast, making sporadic contact with her sensitive clit. Jenna's pleasure was building too quickly. 

“Oh, God”,” she moaned. 

Her eyes were closed, her head was back against the wall. Alex buried his face between her clothed breasts. She felt her muscles tense around him as the first wave of ecstasy hit. 

“More”.
 
Alex delivered, pounding into her, and Jenna knew it wouldn't be long. She opened her eyes. She wanted to see him. Concentration was etched in his features as he struggled to keep control, and his dark skin glistened with sweat. But she was going to make him lose that control, and he was going to like it. 

“Come with me”,” she ordered. 

He gave into her, and Jenna moaned as his movements became more erratic. A tremor ran through her body, his cock entered her again, and her muscles clamped down around him. She dug her fingernails into his back and panted his name. He thrust into her again. Jenna felt his hot sperm enter her body, and she shook against him. There was too much heat, too much sensation. His moan of pleasure assaulted her ears, strengthening her waves of ecstasy. 

When the orgasm passed, Alex let her down as gently as he could manage, and they held onto each other, trying to catch their breath and regain their strength. Then Jenna gathered her clothes and forced her aching legs to step into them. 

She picked up the journal and held it with trembling fingers. That was what had started this whole thing. Thank God she wrote everything down, and thank God her professor was a nosy son of a bitch. Alex had his clothes back on, and he unlocked the door. He had a cocky grin on his face, clearly pleased with himself and what had just transpired. 

“So I'll see you Thursday, then”,” she said, returning the self-satisfied grin. 
“
“I'm looking forward to it.”” 

He held the door open for her, but Jenna turned around before he closed it. 

“Oh, and there are a few more things in my notebook I'd like to show you. If you'll have time after class.”” 

“I always have time for my students.”” 

Jenna smiled and flipped through her journal as she walked into the dimly-lit parking lot. Even though she couldn't see the paper very well, she jotted down a few lines as she walked. By Thursday, she'd have a very explicit poem, inspired by true events, to read to Professor Carver. 

Tight