This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are 18+.
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As I enter the University building, I sigh in relief. July had just started in Texas and the monsoon was already here blowing up my mind. I've never been a fan of monsoon and summers. It's ironic how my name is Summer but I don't like summers. I'm more like a winter girl. Snow, cold winds, hot water bath and late-night hot chocolate are my weakness. My legs moving faster as I look down at my watch. Fuck, I'm late. I've never been late before and I don't even like being late. I hate it when you walk late into the classroom all alone and then as soon as you open the door, everything stops and all the attention is on you.
I shake my head and take a right towards the classroom. I don't want to miss even a single class of the subject that I'm majoring in and that is Literature. It's funny how I had a sudden interest in poems when I was a kid. I thought maybe it would go away once I grow up but it never did. In fact, I was more and more attracted to poems and novels. Working for a writing agency had now become a dream of mine. After I turned 21, I even started writing a few short stories and publish it on social media and let's say that people did love it. So, from high school, I had decided to go with Literature.
For now, I was more worried about what Professor Lockwood will say about me coming late. Asher Lockwood, my Literature professor. The guy is in his late 20's. Maybe 27 or 28. He started to work at the university a year back and the girls went crazy after him. He's tall and handsome with a grin that could make any girl wet. His hard muscled body and gorgeous green eyes would make anyone's heart stop. Rumour says that he has been turning all-girls down since he came here. Maybe he's gay? No one knows anything. He's very hardworking and strict. And when I say strict... I mean really strict.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes tightly before opening the class door. I peak my head inside and just as I had expected, everything stopped and all heads turned towards me, including Professor Lockwood. His green eyes sharply meet mine. It was like he could see right through me. I gulped down the lump in my throat.
"Ms Carter, I suppose my lecture started about 10 minutes back and I hope you know how much I hate it when I see my students coming late to the class," he said in a tight voice.
God, even his voice was fucking beautiful.
"Uh... I'm sorry sir but I had a geninune reason for being late. My car broke down in the middle of the road and..."
He cuts me off. "I don't care about what happened, Ms. Carter. I don't want my students to walk in late."
I bit my lip and lower my eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."
He stared at me for a moment and in that moment so many emotions crossed over his face. It looked like he was stopping himself from doing something as he clenched his jaw tight.
"Very well. Please take a seat. You've already wasted most of my time."
I scan the room quickly and find my friend Anna gave me a small wave. I quickly walk past Professor Lockwood, feeling his eyes burning in my back and filled the empty seat beside Anna.
"Congratulations, you didn't die from Lockwood's wrath," Anna said sarcastically.
I just roll my eyes at her and started to concentrate on Professor Lockwood's words through the entire lecture.
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"Ms Carter I would like to have a word with you," Professor Lockwood said as the class ended.
Great. Could this day get ane worse than it already is?
"I'll see you later," I told Anna and she gave me a nod and walked out from the classroom.
The whole classroom filled with silence. It was just me and Professor Lockwood. He sat on his chair while looking through some papers. I knew he was waiting for me to approach him but I don't know why, I was too afraid to take a step.
"You can come closer Ms Carter. I promise I won't bite unless you want me to," he said.
My heart leaped in my chest as his words registered in my head.
I gradually step closer to him and stop when I was standing right in front of the desk.
"Yes, sir?" I asked and tug my hair to the back of my ear.
He looked up at me and I felt my heart in my throat. This was the first time I understood why girls were crazy over him. His gorgeous green eyes looked deep into mine and I felt my knees weakning. I stopped myself from taking a step back as he stood up and walked over to me.
"I can't let you off the hook easily," he said in a very sensual voice while made my nipples rock hard.
I didn't know why this happened. Sure, he is very handsome and he could make any girl wet but I thought that he never had this effect on me until now. And now I know that it could cause me trouble.
"It was a genuine mistake, sir," I tried to reason out.
His lips formed into a thin line. "But we can't let that happen again, can we?"
I step away from him to calm my racing heart. There was somthing in his eyes. A kind of naughtiness as if he knew he has an effect on me.
"I am really sorry sir and I said before, it won't happen again," I said looking at the ground.
I hear him walking close to me and as soon as I look up, I back away a little. He was way too close to me. My back hit the desk and I felt trapped. My face heated up as I felt him move closer to me. I looked anywhere but him. He placed his hands on the desk on both of my sides, trapping me completely. He left me no choice but to look at him. His eyes went down on my lips and I felt like I was about to faint when he bit his lip. They were so inviting and tempting. He knew he was making me weak and I hated myself for loving it. I was loving the way he affected me. It was so wrong.
He leaned closer to my ear. His breathing softly kissing my skin near my earlobe. My eyes closed and my mouth opens up in a silent gasp as I felt him pushing his knee in between my legs.
"Don't be late again. Ever," he softly commanded in my ears.
I almost let out a moan but I stop myself from doing so by biting hard on my lower lip. I felt his lips brushing softly on my earlobe and my breathing accelerates. I felt him rubbing his knee on my covered pussy and my eyes flash open.
I push him away from me and I try to control my breathing. A grin was stuck on his lips.
"I know I affect you Summer and you know what? You affect me too. Sometimes I feel like grabbing you and kiss you hard."
My eyes widen at his declaration. Fuck. Did he just accepted that he was attracted to me?
"And before you go, hide your nipples. I don't want other horny guys to look at them."
My mouth drops open and I look down at my t-shirt. I nipples were hard with all those sexual tension. Without saying anything to Professor Asher, I turn on my heels and sprint out of the class.