The Professor’s Holiday Surprise (Cam Show Crush #1)

9. Noah

Chapter 9

Noah

As she leads me back to my office, Paisley looks a lot younger and more innocent than her twenty-eight years.

I’m painfully aware that I hold way too many power cards here. I’m her fucking teacher. A trusted advisor.

She tastes like sunshine and hope and joy. Fuck everything else.

I honestly wouldn’t care if someone found us making out in the stairwell. I’d throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my ranch, leaving this place behind for good.

Except she’s just starting her CSCC journey. Paisley’s reputation here matters more than my own does.

God, this is a hard line to walk.

I put her backpack down next to my desk.

When she goes to close my office door once we’re both through it, I clear my throat. “Maybe leave that open.”

She stares at me. Is her mouth swollen?

How fucking hard did I kiss her?

“Please,” I say hoarsely.

She frowns. “We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Oh, I’ve done so many things wrong here. There isn’t even a short list. It’s just an infinite loop of mistakes. And that doesn’t mean that I didn’t fucking enjoy what just happened. I enjoyed that more than I can say. But I am your teacher .”

She jerks like I’ve just slapped her. Like she’s going to cry.

That doesn’t change the basic facts, but I still feel like shit. “Just…” I wave at the chair. “Have a seat.”

“Because I’m your student ?”

“Yes.” When she doesn’t move, I stalk back to her. “ Yes. This is the first and most foundational part of who we are. Obviously, I have complicated that beyond belief—and I will fix this. I just need some time.”

“What do you mean, fix this?”

“Well, the first thing I’m going to do is delete my OnlySantas account.”

“Why?” She looks genuinely confused. “Did you like doing it?”

I step back and shove my hands in my hair to keep myself from grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her silly. “That is not even a factor in this decision.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She turns and closes the door. The lock snapping shut feels like an electric fence being activated.

Danger .

She stands across from me for a long, painful beat.

Then she sits in the chair she was in before. But this time, she’s not struggling to meet my gaze. Now her eyes are trained on me, watching and thinking and observing and seeing me.

I feel stripped bare.

“This is weird,” she finally says.

I laugh. “Yeah.”

“You feel like you’re in quite a spot right now because you’re my teacher.”

“Yes.”

She nods, her lips pursed together. “Can we pretend that you’re not?”

“No.”

Another nod.

Then she grabs her backpack. “In that case, can you take a look at my report?”

I jerk back in surprise. “Of course.”

She hands it over. I pace slowly as I read it. It is comprehensive, detailed, and in a few places, unexpectedly funny.

There isn’t a ton of writing in my course, so I haven’t read anything this detailed from her before today.

By the third page, I know I can’t be the one who marks it. Even if we don’t do anything else, I’m not neutral when it comes to Paisley Stevenson.

When I get to the last page, I grab my chair from behind my desk. I drag it around so I’m sitting across from her, our knees close enough to brush.

She shrugs out of her vest and pushes her sweatshirt up her forearms.

I catalogue little pieces of her that I didn’t allow myself to notice before. A pair of small moles on her arm. A white scar on her thumb. A bright pink hair elastic on her wrist, just in case she has a ponytail emergency.

The way her hair looks like silky ribbons of fire and sunshine.

When she was watching me on Sunday nights, did she put it up? Or did it tumble around her shoulders like it is now?

She finally breaks the silence. “How is it? Is it okay?"

I pass the assignment back to her, and after she takes it, I stay leaning in. “I think you know I can’t answer that question.”

Something I can’t interpret flickers across her face. “Why not?”

“Because I think you’re so fucking bright, and clever, and funny, I will give you an A+ every time, and that’s not fair to you. You deserve to know you’ve earned that A+ from someone who is more…objective. Because you deserve for someone else to teach you, and I should have been honest about that months ago. Because every time you watched me stroke my cock, I was thinking about you . Because my honest answer is that I think it’s so fucking good, you deserve to sit on my face and be rewarded like a good girl.” My chest heaves as I finish my confession. Or almost all of it. I leave off the most important part. Because I’m in love with you.

That should probably wait until at least our third or fourth kiss.

Her expression goes from unreadable to surprised to absolutely delighted. She licks her lips, her gaze like honey. “You think it’s good?”

“That’s the part you latch onto?” I laugh and poke at her knee. “Yes. It’s excellent.”

“But you’re biased.”

“Dangerously so, I’m afraid.” My fingers brush her knee again, this time lingering. Circling up and over the top of her thigh as I watch her reaction.

“And…about that reward…?” She presses her hands to her face, peeking at me through her fingers.

Even without looking at my watch, I know that door can stay locked for another hour before anyone will come looking for me here. “That’s a serious offer. You are a very good girl, and I would love to kiss you again, anywhere you want.” My circling fingers stop moving, and I flatten my hand on the top of her thigh. “And that’s only for you, Paisley. Nobody else has ever had this from me. That door being locked and this conversation happening…this is untested ground for me.”

She frowns a little.

It’s adorable.

I shift even closer, her knees slotting between my thighs as I brush my fingertips over her furrowed brow. “What’s on your mind?”

“After watching you…” She sucks in a nervous breath. “I’m counting on you to be experienced, because I sure as heck am not.”

Alarm crawls up my spine. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never successfully gone all the way with someone else.”

“Paisley…”

“Don’t pity me. Oh God, please don’t pity me. It’s not like I want to be a twenty-eight-year-old virgin!”

My indignant, untouched good girl.

And I’ve spent however many weeks showing her my cock and balls. And cum. So much cum.

“So I corrupted you,” I say dryly.

“In the best way,” she says in a rush. “I loved all of it. Especially the…”

I lean forward.

She blushes. “The sound of you undoing your belt buckle.”

I groan. “Paisley, for the love of God— Come here.” I can’t stand to not have her fully in my arms a second longer.

“I’m here,” she whispers.

“Closer.” I tug her up and out of her chair.

She looks down at me with adorable confusion, then understanding dawns as I turn her to sit across my lap. “Oh.”

“That’s better, isn’t it?” I wrap my arms around her and nuzzle against her cheek.

We’re both fully clothed still, but this is more intimacy than I’ve had with another person for a very long time, and it makes my head spin and my cock so hard she must feel it against her ass.

“Umm…Dr. Lowry…” She wriggles her hips.

Yeah, she feels it.

I growl her name and clamp my hand down on her thigh.

“I’m sorry, Professor.” But she doesn’t look sorry, and that’s a revelation.

“Say that again,” I growl. “I like the sound of that.”

“Professor?” Her eyes sparkle. “When I told you that I’d learned a lot from you this term, I didn’t mean just in the classroom. Your live streams taught me a lot about…” She searches for appropriate words, then gives up.

I cup her face and she leans into my touch, her eyelids fluttering shut.

Is this what people mean about craving submission? Because holy fuck, having Paisley melt because of my touch is an incredible high.

“I’ll teach you anything and everything you want to know, little one.”

“I can call you Professor?”

“You can call me anything you want.”

She giggles under her breath. “Plant Daddy?”

“Fuck, yeah. I’ll be your Daddy, little girl.” It comes out of nowhere, but she moans in my arms, and that feels right. “But we need to wait. Just until the term is finished. By Christmas, I’ll be yours.”

“I understand.” The sad note in her voice guts me all the same.

“You're always on my mind. Always.” I take a deep breath. “Do you know what I’m imagining?”

“What?”

“The last day of school. You’ve finished your final exam. You walk out of the building and you do another happy dance, just like the day you arrived.”

She glances at the window. “And you’ll be watching?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She twists a little so we’re looking at each other, and she presses her forehead against mine. “One more kiss?”

As if I could say no to her. “One more.”

“If we don’t, it’s all just one kiss.” Her breath, sweet and warm, teases my lips.

“Clever girl.”

She clutches at the front of my shirt. “Don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“I won’t. One more kiss that goes on and on and on. I’m not going to be able to get my fill of you, but I’m going to try.”

“Noah…”

My name on her lips, pleading, is all it takes for me to lose hold on the final thread of my control. I take her mouth roughly, swallowing her lusty response. She licks back against my tongue.

Now that she’s told me, I can taste her inexperience, but I love it. Her kisses are more instinct than art. Raw and honest.

And as we kiss, she starts to grind against me. Subtle at first, then more deliberate.

My girl needs to come, and while I’ve watched enough porn to know people can come just from indirect contact, I think a virgin might need a bit more help.

Without breaking our kisses, I nudge her off my lap and turn her to sit on the edge of my desk.

She clings to my shirt, whimpering as I work my hands under her soft hoodie, to her quivering belly beneath it.

“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper against her lips.

“What…?”

She squeaks as I trail my kisses down her neck. I press my hand to her mouth, and she kisses my fingers.

I undo her top button and work the fly down.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Kissing you.” I slide my fingers into the front of her panties. “Loving you.” Gently, so gently, I cup her mound and stroke her with my fingertips. “Convincing you that I’m worth the wait.”

“But what if someone hears us?”

“You’re my best student, Paisley. I have full faith you can learn to come silently. And if you can’t, I’ll cover your mouth if you like.”

Her eyes are wide, and she slowly nods. “Yes, please.”

My perfect, perfect girl.

“I want to continue our kiss here.” I brush my lips against the corner of her mouth. “I need you to bend over for Daddy.”

“Over…what?”

I grin and turn her around. “My desk.”

Pulse heavy with lust, I ease her forward, pressing her face down against the desk surface. She trembles even as her hips lift instinctively for me. I push her jeans over the sweet flare of her ass, revealing bright red panties covered in white Christmas presents.

A gift for Daddy indeed.

I muscle my thigh between her legs, urging her feet apart. Even covered up, this will make her sweet little holes feel on display to me. I grope her ass, filling my hands with her flesh, and as I squeeze, I lift her cheeks apart, then ghost my thumbs down the cotton-covered crease between them.

She jumps as my touch finds her asshole.

“Shhh,” I remind her. “I’m just touching.”

She laughs weakly. “What happened to one more kiss?”

“You’re right.” I drag my fingers lower, to her warm pussy lips. “One kiss here and then I’ll stop being the bad professor.”

“Never stop,” she whispers, lifting her hips.

I bend over and kiss the small of her back, then drag my open mouth over her hip and down her thigh. Her scent is incredible, warm and heady. And when I ease her underwear down, revealing the tight holes I was just teasing, the musky sweetness intensifies.

Slowly, I take my glasses off and set them on my desk beside her.

“Reach back and hold yourself like this for Daddy,” I murmur, showing her how to lift her ass cheeks for me. “Good girl, show me what is mine.”

I don’t recognize my own voice.

This isn’t the Noah Lowry I’ve been for the last forty years.

This is a whole new man.

A possessive, dirty-talking, lustful man who finally has his hands on his woman.

I might not know this guy, but Paisley recognizes him intuitively. Even as her fingers shake, she cups her ass and tilts her hips, giving me my first proper look at not just the tight furl of her little asshole, but the shiny pink folds of her pussy, blooming around an inviting hole and a hard, demanding little clit.

My mouth waters at the thought of giving that taut bead everything it wants and more.