Chairs scrape the floor, bags rustle, feet stumble as they rush out. They move frantically, too stunned to question it, but theystill move too slowly.Faster, idiots, or you will witness the show of your life.
And just as the last heel crosses the doorframe—just as the door shuts behind the last student—she takes me all the way down and looks up, straight into my eyes. That’s what does it for me. Her eyes locked on mine.
I snap. I grab her by the nape of her neck and start pounding into her mouth, unable to restrain myself anymore. I need to punish her for this just as much as I need to reward her.
Her gulping, choking on my cock is music to my ears. Slick noises as she works the full length of my cock in her mouth all the way down her throat fill the room. I push back and forth, a relentless rhythm of my own, not caring if it hurts her. But she wants it, her watery eyes are begging me not to let go, to use her just as she’s using me. God, this woman.
“Take your pretty hand and make yourself come, love.”
I want her to love this moment just as much as I do, to remember the first time her pretty mouth tasted my cock.
She doesn’t need to be told twice. As her hand starts moving between her legs and I’m pounding her mouth, muffled moans vibrate around my cock. The sounds are now filling the room, and if there is any moment that being at this university was worth my time, this is the one.
Her hand against my leg is moving faster, her mouth is sucking fanatically. An almost unnoticeable nod and I know she is almost there.
“Come for me, little ember.”
As she bends down, spasmic, incapable of controlling her own orgasm, I come along with a growl so violent and loud that it fills the entire room. And she swallows it all like a good girl.
Once she is done, she wipes her mouth, swiping up the cum that is now leaking from the corners, making sure not a drop falls to the ground. Clean, she takes out her tongue to prove sheswallowed it all. If she keeps doing stuff like that, I’ll have a hard time keeping my cock in my pants with her around.
She tries to stand, brushing some invisible wrinkles off her skirt, but before she can move aside, I grab her by the wrist.
“Not so fast.”
“Did I do something wrong, Professor?” she says, looking at me with feigned innocence.
I yank her into my lap before she can protest, and she gasps from the sudden shift, and the way my hands lock around her waist. Our mouths collide, all teeth and tongue. The way her mouth is warm and welcoming is a reminder of what she just did seconds ago, which implicitly makes me hard again. Because everything that this woman does is an aphrodisiac for my cock. Not to mention the fact she tastes like me. I bite down hard enough to make her moan, and when she tries to take control of the kiss, I break away.
“You’ll pay for that stunt, love,” I say against her jaw, placing kisses all the way up to her ear, which only makes her shiver. “With every fucking inch of your body.”
“Good,” she answers, dragging her lips to the edge of my ear, “because I really think we should do this again.”
Once she leaves, I remain in the classroom, trying to calm down from the high.
What she did, what she pulled off…let’s just say my cock will not be the same the next time I enter this room after today’s experience.
The surrounding silence is shattered when the door opens with a violent thud.
“First the office, now the lecture hall. And that’s just this semester. Are you trying to fuck a student in each corner of the facility?” His voice echoes around the room.
Fucking Zachary.
“Didn’t know you were watching.” I don’t bother to turn around. The thought of my brother watching Victoria is more repulsive than the hurried encounter in the office, which he also apparently witnessed.
“The first one ran out of your office blouse-less and crying. This one had lipstick smeared all over her face. Didn’t leave much to the imagination. And I like watching.”
He walks down the stairs, stopping three rows back, respecting the physical distance I require, regardless of how much he enjoys violating my peace.
I finally turn, leaning against the desk.
“Well, the first one was just a stupid bitch, and I needed the release. You will never bring her up again.”
“And the one today…?”
Right, who is the one today? How should I introduce her to my brother? A subject? Absolutely not. My girl? He will just laugh. Although I think I know the answer, I’m not sure I should share it quite yet. So instead, I say nothing, letting him imagine whatever he wants. It’s not like he’ll drop it that easily, but still.
Zachary smiles amused, “Let me guess, another psychopath? Good lord, Azrael, you collect them like Pokémon cards.”