She’s under my desk. On her knees, eyes like fire, lips already parted, and she smirks, moving just barely so she can have access to my pants.
I stare straight ahead continuing the lecture like nothing unusual is happening under my desk like, let’s say, the most twisted-minded woman taking my dick out of my pants and starting to lick it like it’s a candy while I’m actively teaching about Nietzsche. Absolutely nothing like that.
The students haven’t noticed yet, but my pulse spikes, and I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before the entire room will know exactly what is happening here. She is playing with fire, and she fucking knows it.
Her tongue licks over the head featherlight, tasting the precum, and my jaw locks. I’m not sure what exactly she’s aiming for by doing this, but only a dumb one would question the reasoning when the most beautiful woman is giving him head under fifty pairs of eyes.
“…and as Nietzsche suggests—” I have to pause. Swallow. Breathe. “The abyss is not just metaphorical.”
Fuck. Her tongue flicks again, and I nearly groan.
When her lips close around me, sucking in a rhythm that makes my reasoning blurry, I nearly lose it right here—right in front of fifty goddamn students debating nihilism. My entire body is strung tight as wire and I can’t look down or acknowledge her, or this show will have a very quick ending. But she is there, sucking my dick, probably soaking wet. God, this woman was made for sucking my dick.
My voice is hoarse, but I keep speaking. To be honest, I have to. My ego demands it. She wants to see how far I’ll go, and I’d say as far as needed, if not for my hands that are shaking now.
She hollows her cheeks, moans around me and I swear my vision goes white for half a second. I’m almost tempted to let them hear, but just the idea of sharing her—even if it’s just her sound—twists my stomach. She’s mine, and I’m the only one allowed to see her like this. I gently press my knees into her ribs, pinning her between them.
One student raises a hand to ask a question, something absolutely irrelevant, and I answer on autopilot.
My cock is halfway down her throat, and the last thing I want to talk about is Nietzsche’s eternal return. All I want is to pick her up, bend her over the table and refresh her memory of what happened last night. But I can’t because the idiots are in front of me. If there is a hell, this is my throne in it.
But she?—
She moans again, louder this time.
I stop the lecture for a second, pretending I dropped a pen on the floor, and lean down looking straight into her eyes.
“If they hear you,” I whisper, my possessiveness showing through the cracks, “I will drag you out onto this desk so you can show them exactly what the punishment is for tempting me.”
Is she scared for even a second of the possibility of that happening? Absolutely not. She just fucking smiles for a second and then resumes heractivitylike nothing happened.
Her rhythm has shifted now, languid to ruthless. She sucks harder, mouth bobbing just enough to make the wet sounds impossible to ignore if someone is close enough. My hands grip the edges of the desk so hard my knuckles pale, nails nearly digging into the wood.
“…every decision they make?—”
Fuck. She drags her nails over my thighs, which makes a cold sweat slide down my spine.
“…must be lived…” My voice cracks. “Again.”
I falter. The sentence collapses midway and I’m not sure I can hold it any longer.
With that, something changes in the room. A few students tilt their heads, eyes narrowing. One in the back whispers something to the girl beside him while another raises a brow. They know something is wrong, they just don’t know what.
I try to calm myself and regain my composure, but each breath I take in is more ragged than the last. While my hand is still curled into a fist on the desk, the other hovers on her head, aching to grab her hair and punish her for putting on this show.
My cock throbs under the touch of her warm mouth, and she’s still sucking—slower again, as if she wants me to notice how good she is.
“That’s it, little ember, do it like the good girl you are.” I whisper under my breath.
Proving her point, her tongue circles my tip and it all suddenly feels like too much.
My jaw tenses and I slam my palm flat on the desk. The sound reverberates across the room like a gunshot.
“The class is over.”
Silence. Confused stares.
“NOW!”