Forbidden Encounter The Professor

[A/N: the scene is set in Trinidad.]

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Christian and I texted often, stole kisses in secluded areas of the campus and went to dates away from the campus. Our relationship worked but it was also tiring, having to be so very cautious of our movements. The problem? Christian was actually my college advisor and one of my professors.

The Chaguramas Boardwalk was one of our favourite date spots. It was far from campus and expansive. It went on for miles and had a lot of shaded areas that were secluded enough to shield us from unwanted observers. I loved listening to the waves crashing on the shores, the light mist from the seas hitting my skin as I leaned on the railing. Christian loved the reflection of the hanging lights in the water at night. We both enjoyed the cool night air kissing our skin.

We'd walked the length of the pier slowly one night, eating ice cream cones that we'd bought from one of the vendor stalls. The Boardwalk was barely populated that night, a welcome relief. By this time, we'd been dating for almost a year. We'd been taking things slow to not get caught or to rush anything so we hadn't even had sex yet. The silence was palpable and I couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong with Christian. He was uncharacteristically quiet. We sat on one of the benches, watching the sea roll in. "Chris?" I asked. Even in the darkness, I could see his twinkling eyes and they betrayed his emotions. "What's wrong, babe?"

Christian sighed. "It's nothing," Christian said. "I just have something on my mind."

"Is it me?" I asked, fearful. I had always suffered with my self esteem. I never thought of myself as super attractive. I was confident enough but nowhere as near as Christian or even my best friend Nathan. I was insecure about standing at 5'7", short for most Trinidadian men, about my curly mop of hair, about not being as smart as some others. No-one ever knew this, though, because I was just a naturally nice person; always smiling and willing to help. Everyone wanted to be my friend.

"No, no," Christian said, a little too quickly for my liking. "Well not exactly." He looked down, staring at his shoes. "It's just the nature of us."

We were silent for a while as I looked out to sea, letting that sentence sit. Christian broke the silence. "I'm tired, Eli. We have to be so careful outside of the walls of my office or your apartment, you know? And it's not even about Trinidadians and their stupid thoughts and feelings about gay people. It's about who we are." Christian paused as a wave crashed softly against the bank. "Look at me, Eli."

I turned towards him and was overcome with a mixture of love and of sadness. I knew where this was headed and and I did not like it.

Christian caressed my face. "You've been such a blessing to me, Eli; never forget that. I can't believe it's been almost a year since we met and started this thing. I remember our first date at the beach." I smiled and Christian grinned. "I remember how long it took us to get there and how we navigated the drive without even a small argument. We've worked so well together as a couple and I couldn't feel happier that we've stayed together. You know it's difficult for me to express my feelings as openly and accurately as I want to in the moment but I have to try. Because you have to know how much you mean to me."

Christian got up and walked to the railing. He leaned on the railing, watching the water. I got up and followed, settling in beside him. "I really hate how careful we have to be. If anyone was to find out that we were dating, you know how much trouble we'd get in? You'd be expelled from school and I'd be fired, probably blacklisted from teaching anywhere. And I love teaching." He looked into my eyes as he spoke. "And I love teaching you. I really do. I love how intelligent you are. I love how you've thought about your future, really thought about it. I love how you're able to answer anything thrown back at you and still make sense of it all. I love how dedicated you are in everything that you do."

I swallowed, feeling tears threatening to spill. "Christian, I..."

"Nope, let me finish," he replied, cutting me off and facing me completely. "I'm so happy that you're in my life. I don't tell you enough but I have such an unending respect for you. Your integrity is admirable. Your heart is so expansive and so kind. I love the twinkle in your eyes when you talk about something you're passionate about. Those are the same eyes that I love getting lost in."

I ran my hand through my mop of hair. "I love how you run your fingers through your hair when you're nervous." I blushed and looked down, picking at my finger nails. Christian cupped my chin and raised it up. "I love when you blush because you're flustered or embarrassed. It's incredibly sexy when you look down sheepishly. I love the way you walk, I love the way you talk. I love the way you're always there when I need you." Christian looked deep into my eyes, getting to the root of my soul as his hand cupped Elijah's face. I searched Christian's eyes, my heart skipping many beats. "I love you, Elijah," Christian said.

My heart went from skipping many beats to seemingly to stopping. Well, it either slowed down drastically or began beating too fast. Which one? I was not quite sure of. I could barely form words, much less say his name. "Christian..."

"I mean it, Elijah," Christian said, his eyes never leaving mine. "I love you. I love everything about you. I find you intelligent and kind and caring." Christian's hand found the back of my head. He rubbed the nape of my neck. His 6'2 frame should intimidate me but it never did. "And you are fucking sexy. I love touching your skin. I love running my hands through your hair and I often imagine what it would feel like to grab onto it..." Christian grabbed onto a section of my hair and tugged lightly. "as I fuck you." This action forced my head back slightly. My body arched as looked up at Christian. "I love watching you walk. Your movements have a slight femininity. And your ass?" Christian bit his lip as he let go of my hair and grabbed butt, me closer to him, ignoring the fact that they were in public. "I've dreamed about what it looks like out of those jeans."I gasped as he felt Christian's erection. I have to admit, I was getting very turned on by this. He leaned into Elijah. "And I often wonder what it would feel like to kiss it and run my tongue over your tight hole," he whispered seductively.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed on to Christian's face and pulled him in, kissing him hungrily. There was a need in the kiss, a fiery passion. Christian's pure sexual desire didn't even ruin the moment for me. In fact, it made it better. I had never felt so loved, so...wanted before. My heart swelled, along with other body parts and I broke the kiss. "I really love you too, Christian," he said. "How about we go back to your place?"

The 20 minute drive back to Christian's was...something. The car was filled with sexual tension but neither dared to touch the other until they were safely in the confines of Christian's home. Not that they were afraid of public play, but of a car crash.

They kissed hungrily as the door closed behind them. Christian grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, his lips attacking mine. His hands moved from my hair to my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

The kiss deepened even more, filled with the same fire and passion from the Boardwalk. Our foreheads touched as we broke the kiss to catch our breath. I moaned in pleasure as Christian began to squeeze my ass. I stared into Christian's eyes.

"Alexa," Christian called, activating the command for his Echo system, "Play Elijah's playlist." The soft, sensual sounds of Maxwell's 'This Woman's Work' emanated from the walls, adding to the heat that generated from the both of us.

"You made me a playlist?" I asked.

Christian smiled. "I've been dreaming about this day for a while." He hungrily kissed me again and grabbed on my butt again, lifting my smaller frame this time. My legs wrapped around Christian's waist, my arms wrapped around Christian's neck.

Christian expertly maneuvered us up the stairs, us kissing the whole time. The music that was playing downstairs came through, as clear as day, in this room on the second floor. Christian laid me down on the bed as Maxwell ended and the sounds of Donnell Jones crooned 'Where I Wanna Be' from the speakers.

Christian caressed my face as our eyes connected. For a moment, I thought to himself that I could not be stupid or couldn't pressure him into doing anything that he would regret; Christian would never forgive himself if that happened, neither could I.

I pulled him down to me, kissing him again and he pressed his body weight onto me, pinning me to the bed. He reared up slightly, pulling my t-shirt off of me. I felt the soft touch of the sheets on my back just as Sade serenaded us with 'No Ordinary Love'. I was briefly impressed with his selection. Christian moved, grinding his clothed hips onto mine and I came right back to the moment, feeling Christian's very hard erection through his jeans. My hands found the front of Christian's shirt and I began to try unbuttoning it. Christian reared up and grabbed at the shirt, ripping it open and sending buttons flying everywhere.

I would never tire of marveling at Christian's physique. I raised up, running my hands along Christian's lightly hairy, chocolate-coloured chest, stopping to brush my thumbs on his dark nipples. Christian lunged, passionately kissing me again as he felt my hands. It was clear that this was more than just a kiss; it was months of pent up passion and sensuality and it felt amazing. Our tongues wrestled. Christian rolled, turning him on his back as I straddled him. Christian somehow unbuckled and removed his belt. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, jumping off him and dragging them off. Christian lay there, painfully hard in his black boxer briefs. I removed my jeans and underwear, freeing my 7 and a half inch penis just as Beyoncé belted out '1+1'.

I leaned down and kissed him. I kissed down his body, taking each nipple briefly in my mouth as I left a trail of kisses all the way down to his stomach. I pulled on the waistband of Christian's underwear and pulled them down, finally revealing what I'd been dreaming about.

Christian's dick was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His barely there pubes did nothing to hide his massiveness. His dick was long, about eight inches, and on the thicker side but not overpoweringly so. His balls hung large and low, shaved clean of any hair. The purple head of his dark penis poke out from his foreskin. I was in love.

"Fuck, Christian!" I said as I reached out, pulling back the skin as Usher sang 'You Make Me Wanna.' Christian smiled as I rubbed the precum that was gathered at the tip of his penis, coating the head thoroughly. Christian threw his head back and moaned as I rubbed and rubbed. He looked at me as my thumb left the head of his penis. His eyes widened as I stuck my precum soaked thumb into my mouth. A fresh wave of lust come over Christian and I noticed. I liked the taste of Christian. "You taste good," I said huskily, then licked my lips. "Fruity."

Christian back onto the bed as I licked from his scrotum and up his length. He moaned aloud as I took the head of his dick into my mouth, sending me to a place that I hadn't been in a very long time. "Eli..." Christian said as his hand found the back of my head, slowly bobbing up and down his length.

I inhaled as much of Christian into his mouth as he could at first, until I felt it hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and took him out of my mouth and jerked his beautiful dick, surprised at how much I had taken before gagging. I held on to the base as I sucked his dick again, determined to get all of me in his mouth at least once. I relaxed my throat as I sucked little by little, getting closer and closer to the base. When my nose touched the fine hairs and my throat filled, Christian let out a loud moan as his hand held the back of my head and in that moment, I knew that I was successful.

I took Christian's dick out of my mouth and kissed his lips hard, straddling him again. "Fuck, baby," Christian said, slapping my bare butt I he lay on top of him. He threw me off him and placed me on all fours. He spread my ass as his tongue flicked at my hole. Waves of pleasure coursed throughout my body as he lapped me up, circling his tongue around and in my hole.

"Christian..." I moaned.

After what seemed like hours, we were both ready. Christian reared up and pulled my back to him, resting against his chest as we kissed. "Tell me what you want, baby," Christian said huskily as he pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from his nightstand.

'How Does It Feel' by D'Angelo played softly in the background as the room became even more heated. "Make love me," I said. I placed my hands on the bed, leaning on all fours again. "Fuck me."

Christian rolled the condom on and squirted a generous amount of lubricant onto his dick. He passed his sheathed penis up and down my crack multiple times. A few brushes against my hole and he applied a bit of pressure, holding on to my hips. "Tell me if it hurts okay?" I was ready; I needed him in me now. In response, I arched my back and moved back, inviting Christian to enter me. A small burst of pain hit me as his head entered me, past my sphincter and I moaned audibly as Christian pierced me, inch by inch.

"Christian..." I moaned his name repeatedly. I could tell as he pulled out of me slowly that he wanted to take care of me, to not hurt me, but to also drive me wild and crazy. "Oh fuck..."

Christian began to move in and out of me slowly at first, our moans matching. I adjusted to Christian's size quickly. My hole was shocked briefly but I was so in love with Christian, so relaxed and in such need that it became easy to adjust. I felt every inch of Christian as he picked up the pace, plowing in and out of me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes fuck me, baby!" I called. We were in sync, developing a fast paced rhythm, meeting each other's thrusts.

Christian pulled himself out of me and flipped me onto my back. I lifted my legs and my butt, begging him to enter me again. He settled himself at my entrance again and moaned as he slid into me. "You're so fucking tight..." Christian moaned. This position opened up so much more pleasure for me. We kissed, our bodies fully together. I raked my fingers across Christian's back as he dove into my neck, biting and kissing me softly as Christian sawed into me.

"Elijah..." Christian moaned. We rocked together, riding the waves of passion. "Elijah, baby...I'm close," he moaned as his hand found my hardness. He began to stroke me with such a fever, the stroke of his hands matching the stroke of his hips.

My breath quickened as I felt my climax coming. The familiar rush that came over me, the pure lust that coursed through me again. My toes curled and we both cried out simultaneously as I shot his load into the air. Christian stilled as he filled the condom inside of me.

We moaned as they both came down from our high. My hands collapsed at my sides as Christian fell onto me, my cum covering the both of us now. Christian's head fell in the crook of my neck as we tried to catch our breath. I pulled Christian to me, kissing him. Christian withdrew his softening dick from me slowly. He broke the kiss and reared up, pulling off one of the pillowcases and used it to wipe us both off. He then collapsed next to me and we kissed again. I would never tire of kissing him. "I love you," he said.

"I love you," I replied and we laid there, reveling in the afterglow of our lovemaking.