He growls, actually growls, as his hands leave my hips to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat.His mouth is on me in an instant, hot and demanding against my pulse point.
"I watched you squirming in your seat," he murmurs against my skin, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear."Crossing and uncrossing those pretty legs.Did you think I wouldn't notice how wet you were getting?"
I gasp as his hand slides up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher until his fingers brush against the damp fabric of my panties."I couldn't help it," I whisper.
"No?"His voice is dark velvet, dangerous and thrilling.He traces the edge of my underwear, teasing but not giving me what I need.
"Then let's see just how wet you got for me during my lecture," he says, his fingers hooking into the elastic and tugging the fabric aside.The first touch of his skin against my slick heat makes us both groan.
"Fuck, Skye.You're soaked."His fingers glide through my wetness, gathering it, spreading it."All this just from watching me teach?"
I can barely form words, my head falling back as he circles my clit with maddening precision."Yes," I manage to gasp."God, yes."
"Such a dirty girl," he murmurs, his free hand still fisted in my hair, keeping my head tilted back so he can watch my face."Getting this wet in the middle of class, thinking about your professor's cock."
I reach for his belt, unfastening it with shaky fingers.He helps, pulling it free and tossing it aside.
His pants come undone under my eager hands, and I slide my palm over the rigid length of him.Even through his boxer briefs, I can feel how hot and hard he is.He hisses through his teeth when I squeeze him.
"You've been thinking about this too," I accuse, my voice breathy as his fingers continue their teasing exploration."Admit it."
"Every fucking second," he growls, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss that steals my breath.His tongue slides against mine, demanding and possessive."Watching you take notes, biting your lip, looking up at me with those innocent eyes while I know exactly how filthy that pretty mouth can be."
I moan into the kiss as his fingers find my entrance, teasing with shallow thrusts that make me squirm against him.I want more.I need more.
"Please," I whisper against his lips, my hips rocking against his hand."I need…"
"I know what you need," he cuts me off, his voice dark with promise.He pulls his hand away from me completely, ignoring my whimper of protest."Stand up."
He spins me so my back hits his desk.He sweeps a stack of books and papers to the floor without a second thought."Up."
I hop up onto the desk, legs parting instinctively for him.He doesn't hesitate.He drops to his knees and pulls my panties aside, diving in like a man starved.
The first sweep of his tongue has me crying out, my hands flying to his hair to hold him against me.He licks me like I'm his favorite flavor, broad strokes that make my thighs tremble around his head.
"Quiet," he warns against my slick flesh, his breath hot."Unless you want the whole department to know what a needy little thing you are."
I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper, trying to muffle the sounds he's pulling from me.His tongue circles my clit with devastating precision before he pulls back to look at me.His mouth is shiny with my arousal, his eyes wild.
"Look at you," he says, sliding two fingers inside me without warning.I arch off the desk, a strangled moan escaping despite my efforts."So fucking wet for me.So ready."
He steps between my legs, replacing his fingers with the thick head of his cock.The stretch is exquisite, making me gasp as he fills me inch by torturous inch.
"Is this what you were thinking about during my lecture?"he asks, his voice strained as he bottoms out inside me."My cock stretching you open."
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he holds himself still inside me.The feeling of being completely filled by him is overwhelming, perfect and maddening all at once."I couldn't think about anything else."
He pulls back almost completely before thrusting deep again, setting a rhythm that has me biting my lip to keep from crying out.The desk creaks beneath us with each powerful stroke, and I pray no one walking by notices the sound.
"Touch yourself," he commands, his voice rough with barely contained control."I want to watch you come apart while I'm inside you."
My hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit as he continues to move within me.The dual sensation makes my vision blur, pleasure building with each thrust.
"That's it," he murmurs, watching my face intently."God, you're perfect like this.So fucking flawless."
My fingertips circle my clit in tight, desperate motions as he pounds into me.The pressure builds fast, too fast, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge already.
"Wait," he commands, his voice a harsh whisper."Not yet."