A Weekend Away With My Professor Ch 02

It has been two years since my last addition to this story. Thank you for all the love.

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After our hiking-escapades, Dr. Rex Ward and I found ourselves enjoying a late lunch on his sofa. This was then followed by an accidental, but well-needed, nap on my part. When I awoke for the second time that day, I was greeted by a fleeting lavender sunset and a very handsome man.

"Glad to see you're finally awake!" Rex smiles at me from across the room. I rub my eyes and sit up, adjusting my robe in the process. I watch as he moves around in the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" he asks. Feeling groggy, I take a second to process the question before I reply.

"Maybe a little?" I answer, mumbling as I reach for my phone. 6:23. Damn. "Why didn't you wake me up? I've been asleep forever."

"Was it really that long?" Rex smiles, raising a dark eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes.

"What're you making over there?"

"I am putting together a little snack. Do you like wine?" He asks, setting a bottle in the center of the counter.

"I'll have a glass if you are," I answer, too embarrassed to admit that I am not a big drinker. I watch Rex finish up in the kitchen. He is so incredible to witness, and I find it hard to look away. His biceps naturally flex under his shirt as he focuses on the dishes in the sink. I force myself to blink every now and then, so focused on the incredible man across the room. Rex's masculine frame glides from the sink back to where his creation sits on the counter. He finally joins me in the living room, taking a seat at the opposite end of the sofa.

"For my pretty girl," Rex says huskily as he hands me my glass. I thank him with a shy smile, taking a generous sip from the full glass. Rex begins telling me about his cabin and I am completely enthralled in his tale, imagining generations of handsome Ward men who also enjoy long, rough hikes. The night carries on like this, filled with never-ending stories and secrets; our laughs intertwining as we bare our souls in the dim lights of the living room. I find myself laughing a little harder and a little louder, and I wonder if Rex notices too.

After finishing my fifth glass, I clumsily set it down on the table with a loud

clink

as I replay the past- actually, what time is it? My eyes meet Rex's... but I don't remember him being this fuzzy. I also don't remember him moving closer. Did it get warmer in here...? Did I say that out loud? His fingers feel electric as he runs his hand through my hair.

"I'm going to run you a bath, hmmm? You're still a little filthy from earlier..." Rex's voice trails off as his fingers play with the opening of my robe. I hold my breath as he separates the plush fabric covering my chest. I feel shy and excited at the thought of him touching me here,

now

. Rex hums as he moves suddenly, scooping me up into his arms. The movement disorients me further as my world begins to spin with each step he takes towards the master bedroom. He carefully lays me down on the bed, giving my foot a squeeze before heading into the bathroom.

After minutes of listening to the water filling the tub, Rex finally returns. He rolls up his sleeves as he approaches the bed, looking like a god as he towers over me. He smiles, and I am unsure if it was to me or to himself. The mystery goes unanswered as Rex sits me up.

"Woah," escapes my lips as I watch the room go in and out of focus. I laugh.

"Drunk little girl..." Rex whispers lovingly, "I will take good care of you." He moves me off the bed and I immediately lean into him for support. I feel confused as we make our way to the bathroom together. I don't remember it being this bright, or this far away...

The mirrors lining the wall behind the bathtub grab my attention as I watch us enter the bathroom in the reflection. In front of us stands a statuesque man and a flushed girl, appearing absolutely perfect together. I watch as the tall man moves behind the girl, his left hand snaking to her front. I gasp as the man in the mirror places his hand on her left breast, kneading lightly and pinching her nipple. His right arm also moves to the front, but instead grabs the loose knot at her bellybutton. His left hand inches the fabric away, wanting to reveal the skin underneath. Simultaneously, his right hand unties the knot. I watch as the girl's curves are illuminated by the glowing chandelier. The man's hands trace along her skin, leaving behind goosebumps. Her white robe slides down her arms, and the man bends to plant a kiss on each exposed shoulder. The robe pools at the girl's feet, ending the scene before me.

Rex helps me step into the bathtub. He whispers encouragement and promises of safety as I lower myself into the bubbles. I sigh, my head feeling heavy as I rest it on the cool edge of the tub.

"Thank you," I murmur. Rex smiles at me, then pulls his shirt over his head. His hair relaxes messily, and I so badly wish I could run my fingers through it. I feel that familiar ache between my legs as he removes the rest of his clothes. I pull my knees to my chest as Rex steps into the large tub. He sinks in and sits across from me. I jump when I feel his hand engulf my foot.

"That tickles!" I giggle and squeal as my toes surface among the sparking bubbles of the tub.

"Shhh," Rex says, wetting a white washcloth. He readjusts his grip, this time only holding onto my ankle. My foot is at his eye level as he begins wiping it down with the soapy cloth. I squirm at the sensation, but he ignores my movements. Before he places my foot back in the water, Rex plants a warm kiss to the sole. Instinctively, I lift my other foot out of the water and offer it to him silently. Still, Rex continues to ignore me and carries on with my treatment. I find myself closing my eyes, enjoying the hot water and strong hands on my body. I surrender to him while he washes my legs, belly, and arms. Every so often Rex whispers a sweet nothing as he gets closer and closer to me. My mind begins to wander to all the places he has touched me before when I am pulled from my thoughts of ecstasy. Water splashes out of the tub as Rex grabs me suddenly and spins me around, causing me to face the mirrored wall behind me. His hands are on top of mine as we both hold on to the edge of the tub.

"What- what are you doing?" I ask, craning my neck as much as I can, hoping to see what he is planning.

"Don't move," is all Rex says, releasing his hands from mine. I stay kneeling in the tub, frozen as the washcloth cascades soapy water down my spine. He continues to wash me, this time focusing on my back and shoulders. Everything feels amazing, and I can't help but blame my intoxicated mind for what I am feeling.

"Oh, Rex," I mumble, "This feels

so

good..." He doesn't respond, instead, the cloth leaves my back and begins traveling down my right side. Before I can process this change, Rex's submerged cloth-covered hand cups my exposed womanhood. "Filthy girl," Rex whispers, kissing my back, "stay still for me." His fingers begin to rub circles against me, the textured cloth adding to the sensitivity. I am overwhelmed by everything I am feeling, and my head spins at the thought of this going further.

"Wait," I slur, pushing against the edge of the tub.

"No," Rex's voice booms through the bathroom. His fingers pick up their pace.

"Stop... please..." I gasp, ambushed by the building pleasure.

"I said don't move," he demands calmly, circling my clit even faster with the washcloth. His touch feels amplified by the wine and I find myself unable to resist his touch. My breathing becomes labored as I grip the tub with all my strength. I hold myself in that position, knowing the choice to continue is no longer mine. I am overcome by the warmth and I feel myself caving into the cloth that is relentless against my clit. All of a sudden, I'm there. The heat within me explodes and I cry out into the night. Rex's fingers never cease as I ride the waves of the passion radiating through me. My clit is overly sensitive to his touch as my pleasurable moment settles, but Rex still carries on.

"Please... stop... sir," I whine drunkenly, trying to squeeze my thighs together. I feel Rex lock himself into place behind me. Still, he continues circling. It does not take long for the assault of my clit to bring me to the edge. I moan deeply as he pulls another white-hot orgasm out of me. His fingers, shrouded by the washcloth, feel abrasive against my aching clit as Dr. Ward's begins to slow. I heave a shaky breath and begin to push away from the edge of the tub.

"Enough!" Rex's voice echoes through the dim room as he pushes me against the tub for the second time tonight. "Stupid, drunk little girl. You don't know what's best for you." I begin to answer, making eye contact with him through the mirror, but he is looking right through me. "Look at yourself, little one," he says condescendingly. Obeying his command, my eyes move from his face to my own. I'm met with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks. I can hardly recognize the woman before me through my drunken haze. Time stands still as I realize I'm entirely at the will of the powerful, naked man kneeling behind me. I see what he wants me to see: a stupid, drunk little girl who has no choice but to stay exactly where she is. I nod knowingly, accepting my fate. I brace myself as my eyes wander back to Rex's dark, lustful eyes in the mirror.

"Good girl," Rex purrs. I feel the washcloth find my clit once again. He starts slow, but quickly picks up his pace. My eyes are locked on Dr. Ward as my body welcomes the building pleasure. I'm there again, but like before, he does not relent. I cry out while my body experiences its third orgasm in minutes. Rex watches me writhe beneath his forceful touch as he continues. My clit greedily accepts the ambush and I feel betrayed by my body. I grip the tub harder, steadying myself in fear that I will collapse under the never-ending ecstasy.

Rex is silent while he brings me to my fourth, earth-shattering release. By my fifth orgasm, I am bawling, begging him to stop this assault against my hungry, stupid body. "Please, sir,

please

. I can't take it anymore," I cry, to no avail.

"You are done when I say you are done, baby," Rex says, his voice icy. He continues to rhythmically lull my body into its sixth, seventh, and eighth orgasm.

"I can't stop cumming," I sob, my knuckles white as they grip the edge of the tub. The events of the week swirl around my head; from his hand resting on my breast eight days prior, to feeling him fuck me against the boulder earlier today. I am drunken putty in his skillful hands.

"Is that what you want?" Dr. Ward smirks devilishly, knowing I don't have a say. I am at his mercy. One more sob racks my body as I succumb to the pleasure of the ninth orgasm he forces upon me. My glossy eyes are seeing stars as my primal moans fill the bathroom. As my ecstasy dissipates I feel Rex's powerful hands on my hips. My heart pounds in my chest and I am suddenly filled with his demanding cock.

"

Oh

, fuck!" I cry out, unprepared for the force of his thrusts as he slams into me. The slickness between my legs struggles to grip his cock while Rex fucks me

hard

. Soapy water splashes all around us and I can't help but watch him in the mirror. His eyes take me in and I moan at the thought of looking absolutely powerless beneath him. He has bent me over twice today, but this is the first time I can watch him as he takes me.

"Take it, my good little baby." Dr. Ward barks. His words send me over the edge of my tenth orgasm and I melt, no longer having the strength to hold myself against the tub. Rex's strong arms catch me, holding my breasts in his large hands. I'm weak as he holds me against him, his thrusts fast and deep. His right hand leaves my breast and slides up my wet chest, the soapy water giving him no resistance. Dr. Ward's hand wraps itself around my neck and he squeezes. My head buzzes in rhythm with the heartbeat in my ears as he cums inside me. Rex holds himself there until he's finished. In a swift motion, he pulls out of me and releases his grip on my neck. Before I can completely turn around, he has exited the tub. I watch him dry off and wrap a towel around his waist. Silently, he extends a hand towards me, which I eagerly accept. I stumble, but manage to not slip as I step out of the bathtub. Rex engulfs me with a matching towel, scooping me up like he did before. My body feels heavy, intoxicated by wine and the possessive touch of Dr. Ward.

He lays me on the bed, brushing my long hair out of my face. I am fast asleep before I feel him crawl into bed beside me.

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The following day we are met with dark clouds and rumbling thunder, convincing us to stay tucked away until the end of the storms. After the events of yesterday, I am enjoying the idea of a quiet, hungover Sunday in the cabin with Dr. Ward. My body has never felt so alive, yet so used. So, when Rex insists I sit beside him on the couch, I comply without a second thought. He sits on one end, closest to the lamp, while I stretch out, my feet resting on his lap. Rex begins to read me the draft of his book. I close my eyes, trying to get my headache to subside as the eloquent words roll off his tongue. The topic goes over my head, of course, but I smile to myself picturing him lecturing to our class. I open one eye and sneak a peek at Dr. Ward, still unable to believe that he is sitting right in front of me. My own personal lecture.

Unlike those days in class where I couldn't help but listen to him, I find myself drifting off to sleep to the sound of his smooth voice. I'm in and out of short dreams riddled with images of Rex's hands, mouth, and manhood ravaging my body. I stretch in an attempt to lessen the erotic feelings blooming within me. I watch as my right foot flexes, sliding over the material on Rex's lap. I watch as he shifts in his seat, shooting me a mysteriously playful look. His eyes revert to his draft as I pull my foot back slightly, but it returns, this time teasing his zipper. He ignores me as we silently play this game; Rex reads out loud, pretending to be invested in his own writing, while I use my foot to distract him.

We go on like this for a few minutes. He resists my movements, but can't hide the growing erection in his pants. His cock is almost threatening as it hardens beneath my tantalizing touch. Dr. Ward leans forward, placing his writing on the coffee table. Without looking my way, he grabs my foot and gives it a light tickle. I laugh and instinctively pull away from the sensation. He tightens his grip, this time placing a kiss on the sole of my foot like he did the night before. I soften against this innocent touch, sighing sweetly as he continues to cover my foot in an endless number of kisses. Rex begins to kiss up my ankle until he can no longer easily access my flesh. I watch, waiting. He turns towards me, meeting my curious eyes. In one motion, he yanks my pants down past my ankles. I blush and gasp, lying in just my shirt and panties, feeling exposed. He raises an eyebrow at me, hinting at what I must do next. I promptly submit to the demand by pulling my shirt off over my head and tossing it behind the couch. My sudden modesty must be written all over my face, eliciting a laugh from Rex. He continues to turn in my direction, coaxing my legs apart. Butterflies erupt in my belly as he positions himself to lie between my legs. Dr. Ward's face is mere centimeters from my clothed pussy.

His nose slowly moves up the fabric of my panties, starting at my slit and working his way up to my clit. Goosebumps adorn my skin as Rex inhales my scent. My body feels red hot and I know I am blushing all over. My veiled femininity feels a rush of warm air when Rex exhales onto me.

"Every piece of you is so sweet, little girl," he murmurs, "I could just eat you up." I shiver at the thought, but I know this will be reality soon enough. I bite my lip at the sight of my chest rising and falling in anticipation. Rex looks at my face, calculating. I try not to appear too eager, too pathetic. What he offers is not determined by what I want. So, I lie there, waiting.

He moves in closer, looking at me like I'm his prey. Our shared breathing is the only sound to be heard in the cabin. Rex closes the gap between us, his hot, wet tongue pressing against me through the fabric. I hum hushed moans, harmonizing with each stroke of his tongue over my panties. I can't help but buck my hips against him, needing more. He looks up at me, his eyes warning. I try to keep still, breathing into each feeling he gives me, but without thinking, I reach my hands into his tousled hair. He grabs my wrists so quickly that I'm left wondering if he expected my movement. Rex maintains eye contact as he uses my pants to tie my wrists together, preventing any more surprises.

"Where was I?" Dr. Ward asks rhetorically, his eyes wandering back to my wet panties. "Ah, yes," he answers himself, "I was feasting on a horny little girl-slut." My stomach flips and I pull against the pants binding my wrists, testing the strength of the knot. I'm defeated, forced to lie here and take it.

Fueling the fire, I whisper, "I love being your horny little girl-slut, sir." He rumbles between my legs, unable to contain the desire he wishes to unleash upon me. Using one finger to pull my panties to the side, he reveals the needy womanhood he has been savoring.

"I love hearing you, filthy girl, but I will tell you only once: don't make a sound and don't move." Dr. Ward instructs, returning his attention back to my slit. He dips his tongue into my hole, lapping lightly. I grind my teeth in an attempt to hold back my moans. My breaths are shallow as I bask in the pleasure of his tongue inside me. Even after my unrelenting orgasms from the night before, my body is ready for more. I lie there letting the familiar feeling flower in my abdomen, spreading through my arms and legs. Rex fucks me with his tongue and I am doing everything in my power to stay obediently silent. His hungry tongue finds my clit, suckling the tender bundle of nerves. My body is on fire and all I can do is watch him, smirking at my pussy. Dr. Ward's tongue moves fervently as he slides a finger into me. A second finger joins the first and I'm shaking at the overwhelming bliss swallowing me whole. I feel my womb quiver, ready for an explosion of ecstasy to erupt. Just as I approach the edge, Rex completely pulls away.

"

Please!

" I gasp. "Please, sir,

please!

" My pleas are met by disapproving, dangerous eyes. Rex shakes his head and yanks my panties down my long legs. He balls it into his right first.

"Open," he demands sternly. The pleasure radiating through my body seemingly vanishes as I watch him, afraid. "Don't make me ask you again, stupid little girl." I immediately open my mouth, then I open it wider. Waiting. Dr. Ward stuffs my panties deep into my mouth and I gag at the invasion. His hand taps my chin, signaling what he wants me to do. My lips seal, leaving the panties hidden behind my teeth. The fabric tickles my tongue and I stifle a cough. Rex lowers his head, once again facing my wanton eagerness. His two fingers enter me, finding the same rhythm as before. He ravishes my clit and my building orgasm returns. Dr. Ward is in tune with my body, knowing exactly when to pull away to keep me right at the edge. I focus on breathing through my nose and the feeling of my panties in my mouth. I see faint stars behind my eyes as I squeeze them tightly, managing to stay completely still.

Dr. Ward continues to edge me, this time adding a third finger, then a fourth. He stretches me open and I can hear my own wetness coating his hand. All I can do is focus on the feeling, hoping the end is near. Rex pushes his four fingers into me until he meets resistance. I'm filled, completely his, literally wrapped around his fingers.