Alpha class

After Fucking Chloe’s brains out, Noah wiped off his big dick and went to his afternoon class.

As usual, Noah was the last to enter Professor Kei's afternoon Alpha class. He slipped into a seat near the back, his eyes roving over the room to take in his classmates. To his surprise, the other students were unlike any Noah had seen before. Each was muscular and Herculean, with a swagger and confidence that bordered on arrogance. They reminded Noah of himself raw, cocky, and hell-bent on proving their alpha status.

Professor Kei swept into the room, her ample breasts bouncing with each purposeful stride. The severe lines of her tailored blazer and pencil skirt did little to hide her killer curves. Noah's eyes zeroed in on the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her blouse. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin.

The professor fixed the class with a piercing gaze. "You all think you're on your way to being prototypical alpha males," she declared. "But let me ask you...what can you learn from a woman like me?" Her words dripped with sarcasm and challenge.

A few of the cockier guys snorted and rolled their eyes. Kei clucked her tongue in disapproval. She planted her stiletto heels wide and slapped one hand on a jutting hip, inadvertently drawing attention to her massive, gravity-defying rack. "Listen up, you smug little shits! You may think you're hot shit, but only one or two of you will actually pass my class. The rest will be shipped off to gender studies after fall break! So if you want to come out of this class as a true alpha, you better be ready to learn from an apex predator like myself."

The class fell silent as Professor Kei began her lesson, pacing the room like a panther stalking her prey. One by one, the cocky guys had their confidence stripped away, their bravado melting under the heat of Kei's withering stare and razor wit. Noah watched her with a combination of fascination and contempt, his head drooping to rest on the desk, feigning disinterest.

But Kei wasn't having it. She zeroed in on Noah like a heat-seeking missile, her heels clacking ominously as she approached. She planted herself in front of his desk, her breasts hovering dangerously close to his face as she demanded, "And what's your fucking problem, son?"

Noah slowly lifted his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. In one fluid motion, he reached out and delivered a sharp slap to Professor Kei's right breast. The class gasped in shock, but Kei merely arched an eyebrow.

"Bitch, you don't get to demand shit from me," Noah drawled, his voice low and dangerous.

Kei glared at him, her eyes flashing with anger and something else entirely. "Confident little asshole, aren't you?" She hissed. "But that abusive bullshit isn't alpha. You figure that out, or good luck to you." Her gaze flickered down to Noah's crotch before she turned on her heel and strutted away.

The lesson concluded quickly after that. As the other students beat a hasty retreat, Kei called out a single word - "Noah."

He sauntered up to her desk, his hips rolling with each step. Kei looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, her glossy lips pursed. "You got some balls, slapping a professor like that," she murmured. "But it's gonna take more than that to impress an apex alpha like myself."

Noah leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of Kei's curvaceous body. "Oh yeah?" He challenged. "Then show me, teach."

A slow, wicked smile spread across Kei's face. Her hand darted out, her fingers deftly undoing Noah's belt buckle and fly. She wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing with delicious pressure. "Mmm, not bad," she crooned, languidly stroking him to full hardness. "But you want to be an alpha? You better start acting like one, hot shot."

With that, she released him and rose fluidly to her feet, her heels clacking against the floor as she sashayed out of the room, leaving Noah alone with his throbbing erection and a strange sense of both challenge and respect for the mysterious Professor Kei.