Professor, please...

Want to get out of here?

"So what should I do guys?" I had told Eli and Emilia about my conversation with professor Martinez, without the juicy details, and was in desperate need of advice.
"I mean, do you actually want him, because then you should go for it! He's so hot and if all the rumours is true its going to be a life changing experience" Eli winked at me.
"But that's the problem guys. The rumours. Him. His a player. I'm not saying that I want more from him than sex, but I don't want to be just another one," we had our heads deep into our drinks. We were out getting a few and talking about everything that was bothering us. We had been here for a while so we were pretty drunk, but the good kind of drunk.
"Call him. Make him come, and talk to him. Get to know him" Emilia blurted out.
"I couldn't... it's late. He is probably sleeping.. or fucking some chick," I sighed.
"Mila, do it. Or I will and you don't want that," she winked at me. No I'm not sure what she was going to say to him.
"Fine whatever. I'll call him," I took out my phone and scrolled to find my number in my last calls amongst my family there his name was.
Ringing...
ringing...
ringing...
"This is Matheo Martinéz speaking, who am I talking to?"
"Anyone there?"
"Yes, sir, it's Mila," I mentally slapped myself.
"Hey you, how can I help you?"
"I was actually wondering what you're up to?" I tried my best to sound sober.
"I just got home from a dinner, why?"
"You should come to the campus bar"
"Why should I do that Mila, it's midnight" he sounded a bit annoyed.
"Because of me sir. Because I want you here," I could feel myself getting excited by the thought of him coming because of me, there was a pause before he said "okay, I'll be there in ten. Wait for me".
I got back to the table. Ordered a round of shots for us, and they drank the liquid luck with me.
My eyes kept aiming for the door. Waiting for him to come. When he did it was an incredible sight. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a grey suit. The tie was tied perfectly. I always had to do that for my dad when my mother wasn't home. My mom had taught me.
"Sir." I got up to do what exactly? Shake his hand? Hug him? Kiss him?
"Mila, hey guys," he looked at my friends and then he pulled me towards him and kissed my cheeks.
"That's what we do where I am from," I looked at him with my mouth open in surprise.
He ordered another round for us even though he already smelled like whiskey.
"So you said you were out dining? With whom? Lina or?" I blurted out.
"Actually it was my.. wait are you jealous of Lina?"
He smirked at me.
"No, no of course I'm not I was just wondering," i laughed awkwardly.
He kept smirking while caressing my thigh under the table. He kept looking at me even though we were with the other guys. Once we looked at each other at the same time and our faces were so close to each other. He glanced at my lips and looked away participating in the conversation.
His arm was now around me and I took a chance and laid my hand on his thigh. Caressing it slowly while he was talking to Emilia about something with the second year students. I didn't pay attention. Not to anything but him.
I played with him a little. Moving my hand further towards his crotch. My small hands on his inner thigh. "Accidentally" touching his crotch making his jaw tense up in frustration. "Mila stop or I swear to god I will fuck that pretty little face of yours the second we get out of this bar," he whispered in my ear. Very discreetly but it made me gasp.
"Guys, I'm going to head home. I'll see you later," Emilia said.
"Can you give me a ride?" Eli begged her even though he lived like 5 minutes away.
"Sure, get your delicious butt up then and let's go" they left us sitting there with our 3rd drink.
"I've been wanting you alone ever since I saw your  gorgeous face," he whispered in my ear.
"Uhuh, is that so sir?" I tried teasing him.
"Mmhm, yes," he closed his eyes while I caressed his neck.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He said while reaching for his wallet to pay for the drinks not really caring if I were to say no. He left a nice tip for the waitresses and bartenders. I followed him to his car. It was a black Audi.
"Get in," he said while opening the passenger seat door for me.
"Where are we going? Is it safe for you to drive right now?" I knew the answer but couldn't help but ask.
"My place, and probably not, but nothings going to keep me from taking you home to my place tonight," he started the engine.
I sat in the passenger seat. Anxious. Should I really be doing this. I wanted to. His hand on my thigh reassured me.
We drove for about 10 minutes. He lived just outside of campus in an apartment that looked very modern.
We waited for the elevator to let us to his place. There was silence as we got into the elevator. I looked at him and he was already looking at me. "Fuck this," he said and pinned me up against the wall of the elevator.
"Do you even have any idea of how much I want you?" He whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and a moan escaped my lips. His hand on my cheek. Feeling him getting closer and licking my lips just before his lips were a millisecond from touching mine, the elevator opens and an elderly woman clears her throat.
"I'm sorry, are you guys getting out on this floor?" She ask us.
"Yes, thank you" he said and I couldn't help but think about what kin of person takes out their trash at 2 at night.
He unlocked his door and let me in before locking it again.
"Can I get you anything," he said while he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"Sure, thanks," I said shyly while taking a look around his place.
He had an open kitchen connected to the living room. In the living room he had a fireplace in front of to leather couches.
I looked back at him and he was looking at me like he was already undressing me.
"Stop looking at me like that," I said while he handed me my drink.
"Why, do I make you nervous Mila?" He said coming closer to me.
"You shouldn't be nervous," he started untying his tie.
"I can help you with that, if you want?" I shyly said while grabbing his tie.
"Mh god, I want that."
I untied it slowly. So slow that I could hear his frustrations.
"There you go sir," I said and threw the tie on the sofa. I started kissing his neck. Slowly. Feeling his stubble on my lips.
He grabbed my hair and pulled at it making a whimper escape my lips.
His response was putting his soft lips on mine. I could taste the whiskey on his lips and his tongue but it didn't bother me because tasting him was sweet, and wrong, and sexy. The kiss was so tender, his lips softly on mine, our tongues meeting for just a second. I felt his hands in my hair and on the lower part of my back. The room was silent, the only sounds were the sound of us trying to catch our breath but not wanting to let go of each others lips. He bumped my body into his little bar with the whiskey glass on it and lifted me up. Spreading my legs making me feel just how excited he was about me being there. He could probably feel it to. My summer dress being yanked up because he spread my legs, I was only wearing panties underneath and they were drenched because of him.
He took them off, his lips still on mine until he stopped to look at me.
"Fuck, you're hot," he smirked.
I was still intoxicated by that kiss.
"Your eyes says fuck me. Now I just need to hear that pretty little mouth say it," he said asking for my consent. There was no doubt.