Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

Epilogue

Christmas Day

Christmas day is so much simpler than family Christmas. There’s only a few presents to open, though I held back one. I gave Trevor a nice shirt, but that’s not his real present. Trevor hasn’t given me his yet either-I think he’s hesitant to give me whatever it is in front of Brad.

Brad loved his money and his small gifts, and he gave me money too-a gift card to a clothing store he knows I like, with one rule: I’m not allowed to buy anything black. I laughed at that, but I agreed. I’m prepping for our Christmas dinner with Maria, but I would really love to give Trevor my gift before that happens.

I’m a little embarrassed by what I’m about to do…but oh well. I tap Brad on the shoulder and have him follow me into the kitchen.

“What’s up, Mom?”

I hesitate. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to do me a favor.”

“Sure.”

“Can you go to the store and get some…” Crap. I should have actually thought of something we needed first. “Eggnog. We’re out of eggnog.”

He gives me a look that tells me he sees right through me. “Eggnog?”

“Yes, eggnog.”

“And how long would you like me to be gone while getting this eggnog?”

My entire face goes bright red. “What?”

“How long do you need me to leave to he can give you his present?” He clears his throat. “Sorry, so I can pick up the eggnog.”

From the living room, Trevor calls, “Two hours, dude.”

“I’ll be back in one,” Brad says loudly.

I give him a squeeze on the shoulder, as he puts on his coat. I know it’s weird for him, but he still smiles as he goes out the door. At the very least he’s trying to be happy for me. As soon as the door shuts, Trevor is in the doorway, pulling me back into the living room. “He very much knows what’s about to happen.”

Trevor laughs. “Well he knows what happens when we go to bed, too.” He reaches into the tree, and pulls out a rectangular box. It’s long, flat, and beautifully wrapped in royal blue paper streaked with gold. “Merry Christmas.”

I sit down on the couch, tearing open the paper. Inside is a black box, soft and velvet, like-

Like jewelry.

“Trevor…” I say, unable to make myself open it.

He sits down next to me. “Open it.”

I do.

The necklace is beautiful. Nestled onto more black velvet, a silver chain holds a diamond. The diamond itself is set in silver, and it looks like it’s a tear drop of a falling star. “It’s beautiful,” I say, not able to look at him. I’m not sure what this necklace means.

He snakes his arms around my waist and turns me towards him. “Stella, please don’t overthink this. It’s not a ring.”

“I know,” I say, letting out a breath.

“We’re too new for any of that, but I saw this and I want you to have it. It reminds me of you.”

Unexpected tears prick behind my eyes, and I let him pull me in for a kiss. “Thank you.”

He takes the box from me, and I hold back my hair as he fastens the chain around my neck.

“Gorgeous.” He gives me a low whistle. “There’s only one thing I’d like more.”

“Oh?”

“To see you in the necklace and nothing else.”

I laugh softly, thinking of the way he made love to me this morning, long and slow. “You’re insatiable.”

“When it comes to you? Yes.” He tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. He grins. “I was hoping I’d get to unwrap my favorite present.” He takes off my bra, stopping to cup my breasts. Just his touch makes my nipples harden into peaks. “I love watching them do that.” He lifts one of my breasts to his mouth and I’m suddenly soaking wet. He lifts me to standing and takes off my pants, planting kisses on the skin that he reveals. My panties are last, and Trevor presses his mouth to me, running his tongue along my pussy and circling my clit before standing again.

“Do I get to undress you?” I ask.

“Not this time. Close your eyes.” I do as he asks, hearing the rustle of fabric as he takes off his clothes. Suddenly his arms are around me, lifting me up and carrying me into the bedroom.

“I have seen my bedroom, Trevor,” I say, stifling a giggle.

He sets me on the bed. “Just humor me.” The mattress dips and I feel his body behind me. I hear the sounds of the condom before he pulls me against him, my back against his chest, and I let out a moan as he presses his cock into me. “Open.” I do, and I know why he wanted me to humor him. He’s faced us towards my large mirror, and I take it all in from the sparkling diamond on my chest to his cock inside me. I get wetter at the sight.

He thrusts, and I see him move in the mirror. He kisses my neck, and I watch him, feel him bite my skin and smooth it over with his tongue. “I wanted you to see me fucking you, with nothing but my necklace on your skin.”

I shudder as he thrusts his hips again, and I do watch. He starts to fuck me, and I watch his cock move in and out, covered in my juices. I watch as he moves his hands to cup my breasts, taking turns working my nipples until they’re swollen and hard. I watch as his hand creeps across my stomach, fingers moving to circle my clit, matching the speed of his cock. I watch until I can’t watch anymore, my head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure gathers in my center.

Trevor pulls my legs further apart, and I say his name as plunges in deeper, harder. I squeeze down on him, and I hear him groan. He tilts his hips, short, fierce thrusts hitting the place inside me that breaks me open. My voice is one long moan and I need more. I need all of him.

His arms come around me, locking me to him as he fucks us both towards the finish line. I’m holding on to him just as hard, and I start to see stars. My nerves gather into a tiny point, and I think I might be screaming Trevor’s name. With a last burst of speed, Trevor drives into me and my climax rushes through me at the same time I hear him cry out. The pleasure is shooting through my veins and I know that I’ll never have enough of this feeling.

Trevor’s arms are still around me, and I can see us in the mirror, sweat-soaked and spent. I watch his cock slip from me, the movement sending off tiny aftershocks. He pulls me down onto the bed with him. “Now you’ll think of this whenever you wear that necklace.”

“I’m fine with that,” I say, kissing him hard. Somewhere through my sex fogged brain, I remember. “Your shirt wasn’t your real gift.”

“It wasn’t?”

I swat him on the arm. “You thought I’d only get you a shirt?”

He’s laughing. “I honestly didn’t know what to expect.”

“Come here.” He follows me into the living room, and I do my best not to be distracted by his nakedness. I pull my own gift from the tree, a plain and unassuming white envelope. I hand it to him, and he opens the flap, pulling out the paper I’ve folded up inside.

I watch his face as it moves from confusion to understanding. “Is this what I think this is?”

“It depends on what you think it is. If you think it’s reservations for a resort over spring break, then yes.”

His eyes go wide. “Really?”

I’m suddenly nervous. “I thought it might be nice to go away and just be the two of us without anyone we know to make it seem weird. That is, if you think you’ll still like me enough in a couple of months to go away.”

A brilliant smile cracks across his face and he closes the distance between us in a second. He’s kissing me or I’m kissing him and it doesn’t matter. “It’s perfect,” he says. “Ridiculously perfect.”

We kiss and explore and laugh and somehow when my mind clears for a moment I realize that we’ve ended up on the floor. “How much time do we have?” I ask.

Trevor raises himself up and cranes his neck to see a clock. “We still have half an hour.”

“I wonder what we could possibly do with half an hour.”

He rolls over me, and I feel his cock pressed against me, hard and ready. He smiles that wicked smile. “I can think of many, many things.”

THE END