Gage
Whenshewalksintoclass, she’s the most beautiful distraction I've ever seen.
The classroom is buzzing with idle chatter as students file in, but all of it fades when Skye enters.Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, with a few loose strands falling, reminding me of my hands in it.She's wearing a soft sweater that clings to her curves and those fitted jeans that have no business being allowed in my line of sight right now.
I grip the podium harder than necessary because I can't move.Not unless I want the entire room to see how hard I am just from looking at her.It's been like this since day one, but somehow today it's worse.More intense.I think it was the kiss.The memory of how she melted against me outside her apartment.Or maybe it's the ache of how she pulled away.
She sits in the middle of the class, like always, pulling out her notebook, and for a moment, our eyes lock.
And fuck.There it is.That look.The one that tells me I'm not the only one suffering.
Her pupils dilate just slightly.Her lips part.She shifts in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, and I know.
She's turned on too.
That knowledge doesn't help me.It only makes me want her more, and makes my cock even harder.Makes it harder to focus.To teach.
I start the lecture, forcing myself to stay behind the podium, using it as cover.Because there's no way I can stand in front of the class like this.
Every time I glance at her, I feel it again.That connection.That pull.
During the ten-minute break, while the students stretch and chat, I pull out my phone and text her.
Me:Meet me in my office after class.
She looks down at her phone, reads the message, then glances up at me, and then back at her phone.
Skye:Okay.
The relief of knowing I will have even just a few minutes alone with her isn't enough to make my cock go down, but it eases the ache in my chest slightly.
The rest of the class passes in a blur.I wrap up, dismiss the students, and keep my distance as everyone files out.
Except her.
She walks out last, doesn't look back, but I know she'll meet me.I can feel it.
Ten minutes later, she's knocking on my office door.I open it and step aside, locking it behind her before I even say a word.
She barely has time to turn before I'm there, pressing her gently against the door, cupping her face.
"You look so beautiful today," I whisper.
She gasps softly, and then she's kissing me back, arms around my neck, fingers gripping my shirt.
We kiss like we're starving.My hands slide down her sides, pulling her closer, her body molding to mine as if we've done this a thousand times.She moans into my mouth, and it's my undoing.
I lift her just enough to pin her gently against the door, letting her feel exactly what she does to me, how hard I am.Her hands dig into my shoulders, and her thighs tighten around me.It's messy and desperate and so, so wrong, but I can't stop.
Her sweater rides up as my hands slip beneath it, palms pressing to her bare skin, warm and soft and perfect.I slide my hands up to cup her breasts, and even through the bra I can feel how hard her nipples are, how turned on she is.She arches into me, her breath catching as my lips trail along her neck, down to the hollow of her throat.She smells like vanilla and something uniquely Skye.
Her hands slide under my shirt, fingers brushing the lines of my stomach.I growl softly, and her breath hitches again.
"God, Skye," I murmur against her skin."You're driving me insane."
She bites her lip, tugging gently on my hair as I kiss her harder.Her legs tighten around me, and I grip her thighs to hold her up.She's panting now, gasping softly with every kiss, every touch.All I want to do is make her come, give her the relief I know she desperately needs.
Then she stops.Her hands flatten against my chest, pushing gently but firmly.