Testing Her Professor (Sister Switch Book 1) Page 2

  Good. I thought I was going crazy. Instead, I’ve fallen for a completely different woman, and she’s most definitely not my student.

  I’m staring at the image, using my fingers to zoom in on the picture. The difference between them is more noticeable than before because I never paid any attention to Alexa other than the necessary requirement as a teacher. Suddenly, I’m fucking obsessed with staring at Alyssa in every single way. The image of her eyes wide open as I breach her womb, planting my seed is too damn erotic to handle.

  I never imagined having a family, but for the past hour, that’s all changed. I feel someone put their paper up, but I’m so lost in her picture that I miss my Alyssa. Ben walks next to her and says something as she sneaks out away from me. Motherfucker.

  I sit there, unable to leave. I check Alexa’s schedule and see this is her only class. The only one she needs to graduate. Shit. Now I’m pissed that it’s taken Alexa years to use her sister.

  I don’t grade hers yet because I need to concentrate. Slowly the students drop the tests off, and I go through each one, marking the answers quickly. By the time the last student finishes, Summers, of course, I’ve graded almost all of the exams. I take his exam. He leans on my desk with a smirk. “You know, since you caught her, maybe you could ask her out.”

  The fucker’s a little too nosy for his own good. “It’s wrong to date students.”

  “Your loss. Alexa’s got a long line of guys after her.” He struts out of the classroom, and I want to punch him in the face, wondering how he knows that. Then I remember he’s talking about Alexa, who he’s probably seen around campus.

  Needing to claim my woman soon, I rush into my office to get these exams graded and results uploaded before the end of the day. Once I finally grade her exam, I’m surprised and not.

  “Fucking perfect like her,” I grumble and shake my head. It’s a perfect score. Shit, it’s even better because she nailed the extra credit. I enter the scores in the system and laugh. She nearly brought her sister’s grade up to a high ‘C.’ She could have at least missed a couple of problems.

  I smile, letting out a laugh. My girl couldn’t help herself.

  Using my connections by the end of the day, I have a full report on Alyssa in my email. When I open it, I’m shocked and annoyed to see that she works for Oliver King. He’s one of the wealthiest and most eligible bastards in the US and my friend. The sisters live together in an apartment halfway between King’s offices and the college, running my method of attack through my head. I immediately drop all those ideas because it makes my dick hard as hell.

  I power down everything just in time to avoid an eager admin who’d like for me to give her this big stick that I have only for my Alyssa. I make it to my car and rush to her apartment with wicked as fuck intentions. Time to revert to my lock picking skills.

  Chapter 3

  Alyssa

  I manage to sneak out of his class without another interaction between us. Relief hits me then quickly moves out of the way for sadness. I’m never going to see him again. Sighing, I do my best to control that unmistakable ache in my chest. There’s nothing for me to be upset about. It’s just the adrenaline wearing me down.

  I get in my car and drive to the apartment. Shit. I haven’t powered up my phone. Once I do, I’m in for a shock.

  Ten messages from Alexa:

  Answer your phone. It’s important.

  Fucking shit. I think I just got you fired. My eyes slam shut, doing my best to hope things get better through these.

  I need help. He’s intense and growly. Growly and intense brings Stuffed Shirt to my mind. Why didn’t I learn his name?

  Answer your fucking phone.

  Answer your phone. Class should be over with already.

  He’s taking me on his trip to Paris.

  Shit. We need to switch.

  I think he’s on to me.

  Shit, are you okay?

  I’m on a plane already. Call you when I land. Wish us luck.

  It doesn’t tell me how many times she called since my phone was powered down, but damn it, she’s going to get me fired.

  I think about the time it takes to get there. Damn, I probably won’t hear from Alexa for another six hours. I walk into the kitchen to make myself a stiff drink, freezing mid-step.

  I pull my phone out of my pocket and reread my messages. Why is my boss taking her? I’ve never gone on a business trip with him. Wait, why are they going to Paris? His meeting is in London.

  I can’t even message him. How could he forget where he was going?

  This is a nightmare. I’m going to get fired, and no one is going to want to hire me. Maybe Alexa will tell Mr. King that I’m sick and she offered to fill in for me, so I didn’t freak out. She’s good at getting herself out of trouble or more like getting herself into trouble.

  Needing that drink, I pour it and sit down with my book. My mind doesn’t want to be invested in the book. I should be worrying about my job, but all I can think about is those light brown eyes that penetrated my soul during the class. I polish off the last of my mixed drink and set it on the table. I rarely ever drink, but I needed it today. I feel good as I doze off.

  I wake up, and it’s dark outside, but I’m not alone. I sense someone’s in the room. “Alexa?” I call out.

  “It’s not Alexa.” A low rumble rips through the room.

  “Ah,” I scream, falling off the sofa and hitting my hip on the floor.

  “Shit.” He’s by me in a second to help me up.

  I stand before he can touch me, and I cross my arms and do my best to glare. “What are you doing here? How did you get into my apartment?” My heart’s racing and not because he snuck in, but that he came for me. I’m really losing it.

  “It’s my little secret, Ms. Mathers. Do you care to share yours?” His smooth voice washes over me.

  “I don’t have secrets,” I lie.

  “Little liar.” He stalks toward me, causing me to fall backward and land back on the sofa. Damn, he’s sexier than I remembered. Holy hell, I’m so in trouble. I told Alexa it was a bad idea.

  “Um…um…Mr…” I stammer because I really have no idea what his name is.

  “I know you’re sleepy and a little tipsy, but I can’t imagine you forgot my name after all these years.” He’s playing me. He already knows the truth.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “This.” He holds up the test and with a hundred and ten percent circled in red marker. Shit. A perfect score. I gave myself away.

  Since my sister isn’t here, I’m assuming my cover isn’t blown. Get a hold of yourself and pretend to be Alexa. “You came here to congratulate me on finally passing? That’s so sweet.” I tilt my head and toss him a smile before giving him a wink then reach for it, but he moves it, and my hand accidentally paws at his obviously hard cock. Wow, I mouth.

  “Nice try. Are you going to answer me, or am I going to the dean about cheating?” My eyes widen like a deer in headlights. I stand up, pretending I’m not intimidated, straightening my shoulders, and tipping my chin up at him. I should be scared, calling the police, but my mind is focused only on the fact that he found me out.

  “I didn’t cheat. I studied for hours.” I point to the book and notes still on the coffee table.

  “Cute, you may have, but then again, you’re not Alexa, are you?”

  “I’m Alexa,” I argue, pouting up at him.

  He taps my nose, smirking at me with those golden eyes and perfectly sized lips. This man must have been chiseled from my imagination or something because everything about him appeals to me. I bite my lip, staring at his thick neck and broad shoulders. “You’re not winning an Academy Award with that performance, Alyssa.”

  My eyes shoot back to his, and my voice squeaks. “Um…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Damn, I’m a terrible liar, and by the look in his eyes, he doesn’t buy anything I’m trying to sell.

  He inches closer, completely crowding m
y space. My heart pounds against my sternum like a damn drum solo. “Come on now. You two may look similar, but you’re like Fluttershy, and she’s Rainbow Dash.”

  I instantly relax and let out a giggle so ridiculous that I snort. “Did you make a My Little Pony reference?”

  He blushes. My laugh stops because he looks even sexier than before. “I have a niece who loves it. I’ve watched too many episodes while babysitting. So stop trying to distract me. Tell me the truth.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sets the test down and, with lightning speed, grips my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him. Moving us backward, he kneels one leg on the sofa, trapping me underneath him.

  Again, no fear. At least not that way. I don’t want Alexa to get in trouble, but my body doesn’t care because I need more of his touch. “I know you’re lying to me. It’s not a smart thing for my intelligent woman to do.”

  “I’m not yours,” I challenge him, testing, teasing the professor. I use my palms to push myself up a little, so I’m almost sitting up, but he runs his fingers down my cheek and my arms shake, weakening.

  “Another lie,” he whispers on my lips. I’m shaking, heart pounding, pussy throbbing so painfully that I let out a little whimper. His mouth brushes mine, briefly, leaving me aching for more. “You’re mine.”

  “It’s unethical for you to date your students,” I say, skimming my hand under his T-shirt.

  He lays me down, sprawling his hand out and down my stomach and into my shorts. I should be embarrassed that I’m letting my sister’s professor play with my pussy. “You’re not my student, but if you want to keep playing that game, I can bend you over the sofa and spank your ass for cheating and teach you a lesson.”

  “Oh my,” I moan when he pushes his thumb against my clit.

  “So beautiful. Are you ready to tell me the truth?”

  “I can’t.”

  He pulls his hand away from my pussy. I think he’s going to stop completely, but instead, he yanks down my shorts and panties. I let him partly because I want it, and partly because I’m shocked by my inability to say no.

  “Fuck. Such a pretty little cunt, just for me.” His fingers slip between my closed thighs, gliding over my seam where I gush just a little more. He brings his wet fingers to his lips and sucks my flavor off them. A moan comes from his lips. “I’m going to eat your pussy because I know you want to come, don’t you, Alyssa?”

  “Yes,” I answer to my name. “Shit.”

  “It’s okay. I won’t tell if you won’t.” He crushes my mouth with his, sliding his hand into my hair again, and deepening our kiss while picking me up. “Bedroom.”

  “That one.” I point without hesitation because there’s no denying it. I’ve found my weakness—this man. Hell, I don’t even know his name.

  “It’s Bennet. Bennet Strong.” Oh hell, I said that out loud.

  “Ben,” I moan as he leans on top of me.

  “What do you need?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You do, but you’re too sweet to tell me, aren’t you?” I nod flushing, which I’m sure totally gives away the fact that I’m a virgin. “Don’t ever feel embarrassed around me. I’m going to worship your body all night long and then gonna do it all over again after we get some sleep and food.”

  He kisses my cheek, neck down to my collarbone, nipping gently as his hands move to my breasts. The feel of his large hands cupping my breasts over my shirt turns me on. He grabs the hem and lifts it over my head. I lost my bra the second I came home and changed, so my large breasts bounce in his face.

  Chapter 4

  Bennet

  I swipe my tongue over her taut nipple, loving the instant mewl that escapes her lips like the innocent, adorable woman she is. I peek up at her to see her eyes closed, body relaxing for me. She arches her back, sending her tits closer into my grasp. I pluck on her dark pink bud while I suck on the other. Taking turns to taste her supple flesh, marking her as mine.

  Now she can't deny she's not her sister. My cock throbs painfully between us, ready to sink into his home. Fuck, I'm doing my best to make it good for both of us. Sliding lower, I breathe in her personal smell before I permanently alter it with my own. I'm never letting her go. I've waited for her and being a good boy has definitely paid off.

  "Bennet, I need you."

  "Forever, Alyssa, but first, I need you to come for me. I need your pussy starving enough to eat up all my seed.” Her hips roll up involuntarily as she seeks what I intend to give her. My lips kiss down her slender torso, biting her belly then tenderly kiss the sting away. I want her marked with me everywhere. In a matter of hours, I'm obsessed with my sweet temptation. I part her thighs and rub my nose through her patch of curls, feeding my newfound addiction. I slide my thumb over her seam, testing her need attempting to drag out our pleasure as long as I can. Her hand grips the back of the sofa as she searches for release. My tongue swipes her slit from bottom to her little nub that's on the edge of giving us what we need.

  Her thighs clench around my head, driving me wild. I pump my fingers into her tight sheath, trying to get her to loosen up for my big cock. “You’re too fucking tight, baby. I’m going to break your pussy.”

  “Please break me, Bennet,” she cries out, coming on my tongue. Her juices wash over my chin and my mouth. I stand up and pull off my shirt, shove the rest of my clothes off and climb between her sexy legs.

  “Holy shit. It’s too big to fit in me.”

  “My cock is only meant for you but thank you for the compliment.” I drop my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue inside, letting her taste how delicious she is. She grips my head and kisses me back even harder. I press the head just in her entrance, feeling it squeeze me like a damn vice, causing me to come. I lean forward and push all the way through, slamming through her barrier.

  “Holy fuck, I’m sorry, Alyssa. You definitely had your own secrets.” It’s one we both shared. I can barely breathe without wanting to unload into her sweet core, but I have to think about her.

  I tuck a few hairs behind her ear. Her walls flex around my shaft, every nerve ending pulsing, I hold back as best as I can.

  “It’s okay. You’re just so damn big,” Alyssa complains, giving a tiny pout as if a big dick isn’t excellent.

  I chuckle; it’s every single guy’s moment of pride to hear how big our cock is. “You make it sound like a bad thing, woman.”

  “Not at all. Fuck me, Bennet.” She blushes, forgetting her shyness. Either way, shy or demanding, Alyssa is sexy.

  I bend down and brush my lips against hers. “Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you.” My fingers slide over the swell of her breast, squeezing her nipple between them. My head dips and follows my hand, sucking and biting her buds, moving from one to the other as her walls shift, clenching my shaft painfully

  I relax and gently pull out, then back in without going too deep. Damn, my cock is brutally hard, ready to nut again like I just didn’t embarrass myself by coming before I was all the way inside of her.

  “I need you. I need more,” Alyssa says, digging her fingers into my biceps. Sweat builds on my skin as I attempt to control my release.

  “If that’s what you need. I’ve got plenty more to give you.” Smiling, I pick up the pace, drilling her pussy like we both need. She meets me stroke for stroke, taking every thick inch I give her. I know she will be sore tomorrow, but I’m too gone to care right now.

  Suddenly, she freezes, arches her back, quivering as her orgasm screams through her. Her cries fill the small apartment and I lose it, cock jerking, I ram her with all of my cum, marking her as mine forever.

  I let my weight briefly fall on her before rolling onto my back, taking her with me.

  The soft kisses on my chest catch me by surprise. “I can’t believe we did that.”

  “We did, and we’ll do it again and again.” I pull her head up and cover her mouth with mine. With my fingers entangled in her hair, I deepen our pa
ssionate kiss.

  She lifts her head away from mine and looks down at me. “Professor Strong, that was incredible. Is it too soon for another lesson?”

  “Never.” I flip her onto her back and bury myself to the hilt. This time we pick up our rhythm a lot quicker, banging the headboard against the wall as our sweaty bodies fuck with abandon until we’re spent and calling out each other’s names.

  This time we collapse into a sweaty mess. “I need to use the bathroom.”

  “It’s right there.” She waves her arm, pointing sluggishly towards one side of the room. I go in and do my business then come out to see her sleeping on her belly with her ass up in the air and one leg bent. She’s so fucking adorable. I take my phone out of my pants pocket, so I don’t accidentally step on it, then I climb into bed, lifting her slightly, so her body rests on my chest. She feels so perfect. I know that I can’t sleep another day without her.

  We’ve got a long way to go, but I’m hoping to convince her to marry me soon. When I make up my mind about something, I don’t change it. Alyssa’s the one for me. I can’t wait to tell my family about her. My parents are going to love her. I’m sure of it because they’ve been waiting for an eternity for me to find someone. At thirty-two, I’m probably the oldest fucking virgin or at least I was.

  Tomorrow, I have a busy day of paperwork and an exit interview to complete with the dean and administrator. All my grades have been submitted, and I’m ready to turn in everything, so I have more time for Alyssa. I kiss her cheek and close my eyes.

  We sleep through the night. My internal clock has me up before the sun’s out, even though I only managed about six hours. I reach over and grab my phone off the nightstand to check the time and see it’s five in the morning. I’m supposed to clear out my office today, but I’m going to be a little late because I’m not ready to give her an inch of space.