**”Office Hours”**

The last thing I expected when I knocked on Professor Calloway’s office door was to end up on my knees, but here I was, my mouth watering as his thick fingers gripped the back of my head.

I’d come in to beg for an extension on my paper—flashed him my best apologetic smile, leaned over his desk just enough to give him a peek of my stupidly tight jeans. But Professor Calloway wasn’t fooled. He smirked, leaned back in his chair, and adjusted himself lazily.

“You know,” he said, voice low and rough, “there are *other* ways to earn extra credit.”

My stomach flipped. He was older—salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, that kind of dad bod that looked *good* under a button-up. The kind of guy who knew exactly how much power he had over me.

Before I could think, I was sinking between his legs, my hands trembling as I undid his belt. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, thick and heavy against my lips. I didn’t hesitate—just opened wide and took him deep, groaning as the salty taste of him hit my tongue.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, hips rolling up into my throat. “Such a good boy for me.”

I moaned around him, my own cock straining in my jeans. The praise went straight to my head, made me dizzy with need. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder, spit dripping down my chin as I worked him over. His big hand curled in my hair, guiding me, forcing me to take every inch until my nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base.

“You like that, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly. “Love choking on my cock like a desperate little slut.”

I *did*—god, I fucking loved it. Loved the way his balls slapped against my chin, loved the musky scent of him filling my nose, loved the way he used me like I was nothing but a warm hole for him to fuck.

His grip tightened. “You want me to come down your throat, baby? You wanna swallow every drop like a good boy?”

I nodded frantically, my own dick leaking in my pants. I needed it—needed him to claim me, to make me his.

With a groan, he shoved my head down and came, hot and thick, straight into my throat. I gulped him down greedily, whimpering as he pumped his load into me, fingers still tangled in my hair.

When he finally let me pull back, I was panting, lips swollen and shiny with spit. He smirked, tucking himself away while I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Good job, kid.” He ruffled my hair like I was a fucking puppy. “See you next week for your *next* assignment.”

Fuck. I was *so* failing this class on purpose.