Beth went to her lecture, the lecture Ethan would be in, and made herself not look for him. She wondered what she was doing. Where this could end up, and what he might do if it went wrong. Ethan had behaved, though. He'd stayed out of her line of sight, and she was pleased. She'd been serious, she didn't want to see him while she was lecturing, and it was also reassuring to know he'd do as she asked. She started a minute early, impatient to think about something that wasn't Ethan and sex, talked about symmetric groups for an hour, and didn't look sideways once, didn't look into the corners of the room where she thought Ethan must be, didn't see him and didn't blush.
She packed up and left quickly, at the end, before any of them could ask questions. Said, "Sorry, office hours," to one who tried.
She went back home for lunch and told herself she'd work there. Actually she sat at the table and looked at the wall and wondered if she should just wank and get it over with. She tried to tell herself she hadn't really decided whether she wanted Ethan again or not, that he was just going to bring her car keys back, but she knew it wasn't true.
She was going to fuck him as soon as he got anywhere near her, and she was pretty sure he knew that too.
The doorbell rang just after one. She sat there for a moment, took a breath, trying to make sure she knew what she was doing. It was a waste of time, stupid to even try. She knew she was going to open the door, and have sex, and worry about the consequences later.
She went and answered the door.
It was Ethan.
"Hey," she said, and he stepped forward and kissed her.
She pulled him inside and kissed him back. He tugged at her clothes, said, "Fuck I want you," into her mouth. He got her shirt off over her head and started yanking at her jeans, trying to get them open. They were tight, fitted, and needed unpeeling.
"Sorry," she said. "Shit, I wasn't thinking."
She hopped backwards and yanked them down, got herself out of them in the end. He turned her around and pushed her against the wall with her wrists behind her back. Again. He must really think she liked it.
She wasn't completely sure she didn't.
He held her there and fingered her and kissed her neck, and was tugging at his own pants sometimes while he did, running out of hands, she thought, trying to get himself out.
"Let me go," she said, and he let go of her wrists.
"Come upstairs," she said.
"Here," he said against her neck.
"Condoms upstairs," she said. "I need to fuck you."
He stopped. "You need to?"
She nodded, turned around.
"Need?"
"Yeah," she said, into his mouth, "But don't be a fucking asshole."
He took a couple out his jeans, showed her. "Someone's thinking," he said.
"I'm thinking," she said. "I'm just thinking upstairs, in the bed." She licked his chin.
"Nope," he said, and tore one condom open, dropped the other, fiddled around with his cock.
"We can lie down on the bed," she said against his ear.
"Nope," he said, and rolled the condom down himself, and picked her up.
Just picked her up like it was no effort at all.
She wrapped her legs around his without thinking, and grabbed at him, and something about it made him go right inside her. She couldn't quite believe it was that easy. She was spread and wide and he was deep inside her. Every time she moved he went deeper. She didn't care how he'd got there, him inside her made everything else not matter.
"Shit," she said. "Oh shit."
He looked worried. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. I'm just.... fuck."
He grinned at her.
"I can't move," she said. "Not much. Can you fuck me like this?"
He did. Hard enough her head and ass banged on the wall. She'd forgotten what like to be with someone who could just pick her up. She thought about it and realized she'd never been with someone who could just pick her up. At least no-one who had. He held her up, didn't seem bothered by her weight, leaned her shoulders back against the wall. He had his hands up under her ass, so he could bounce her up and down on his cock, but she was mostly helpless. She could wriggle up and down, but not very much. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and leaned back on the wall and held on as best she could.
He was hard and she was wet and he just held her there and fucked her.
He came but still held her up. She watched, impressed. "I haven't," she whispered, "Keep going."
He did. Just did, didn't argue, didn't try and put her down. He went a bit soft, but she ground against him and got herself there.
He watched until she was done, then put her down. Lowered her carefully, until her feet reached the floor, then let go like he wanted to wince.
She pulled the condom off him and went and threw it in the kitchen bin, then brought two glasses of water back.
"I'm impressed," she said.
He took the glass and drank, and grinned past it. "I really fucking like you," he said.
"And I like being picked up and banged against a wall. Apparently."
He looked smug.
"I haven't done that before," she said. "Been picked up. Ever."
"Really?"
"Nope. Told you, not nearly as kinky as you."
He grinned.
She looked at him and thought about kinky and how he had his own weird shit. "Was that because we had a lecture?"
"Probably."
"You like it that much? That I'm a professor?"
"Yeah."
She kissed him. "Okay. Just so I know."
"Say fuck."
She looked at him "Fuck me."
"Say shit."
"Shit I love to fuck you."
"Say goddamn fucking cunt fuck."
"Why?"
"It's really, really hot to watch you talk about group theory for an hour then come here and see the real you. Foul mouth and orgasms and all."
"Well, fuck you," she said, and grinned.
"I have to go," he said. "Another lecture. Sorry."
She looked at him, a bit surprised. "I don't care. Go."
He pulled up his jeans, hadn't actually got undressed at any point. "You've got my number, right?"
"No."
"From my records?"
"Creepy," she said. "Really creepy." She went over to the table and got her phone. "What is it?"
He told her and she put it in, then showed him to check it was right.
"What's yours?" he said.
"What name are you going to put it under?"
"Doctor hot maths professor?"
She waited.
"Beth?"
"Put Liz."
"You're Elizabeth on all the college stuff."
"And I walk into lectures and say I'm Beth, your professor, so just fucking do it my way, please."
He grinned, nodded, did as she asked. Showed her he had afterwards.
"And I don't really do talking on the phone," she said. "Not with people I don't know well. So don't get offended if I don't."
"You don't know me well?"
She decided he was joking. "Not yet," she said. "I know your cock, but I don't know you."
He looked at her like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to fuck her again.
"I need to do some work," she said, but she didn't really mean it. If he'd tried, she'd have had more sex.
He didn't though, just nodded. "I'll text. Hi, want to fuck, a time. Nothing else."
"Yep," she said. "Great."
She still didn't have anything on, so she stood behind the door and opened it. "Um," she said. "Want to tomorrow?"
He grinned and nodded, kissed her, left, then came straight back. "Almost forgot," he said, and held out her keys.
She took them, kissed him again, leaned out a little far from behind the door, and watched him go.
Apparently she wanted a lot of sex at the moment.
*
Beth worked for a couple of hours, but couldn't concentrate. She kept looking over at the hall, and thinking about Ethan, and smelling her hand almost certain she could still get a hint of him on her skin.
In the end she decided she needed a walk, so she went back to campus, found Amanda and dragged her away from the lab.
