“Fuck!”
Ben cursed, and his body went taut as I felt his cock pulse, just before he came in my mouth. We both groaned. He tasted bitter on my tongue, but I swallowed it all up greedily, sucking him dry, just like I’d said in my text. His body shuddered, hand tightening in my hair in warning as he became a little sensitive. I gentled my movements immediately, the strokes with my hand almost feather light, sucking gently as I licked around his cock.
I moaned, pulling back and licked at my lips to make sure I had every drop cleaned up. I brought my hand up and wiped at my chin, then licked my hand clean.
“Tastes so good,” I sighed, losing myself for a moment.
I looked up, and our gazes met. He was gazing down at me with a wild look in his eyes, and I felt my breath hitch, and my body tighten, wondering if it was my time now. Touching myself could tide me over, but it had been so long since a man brought me to orgasm, and I knew how much better it would be when it was someone else doing it instead of me.
Then, we both heard the door handle rattle as someone went to open it, and someone muttering outside when it jammed.
My eyes widened as I whirled to stare at the door, before I reflexively ducked behind my desk.
Shit!
Ben quickly fixed his pants, tucked himself in and zipped up, then buckled his belt. I swiped at my clothes and ran my fingers through my hair self-consciously. Then the door opened, and Ben turned around acting calm. I would have been impressed, but it did make me wonder how many times he had almost got caught doing things like this before. He shouldn’t be so calm in this situation. I had to take a few deep breaths to calm down my own panic.
“Ben? So you were in here. I texted you. I guess you didn’t’t see it?”
I blinked and looked up at him. He was smiling toward the door.
“Sandra,” he said, easily, as if he hadn’t only just come in my mouth. “Sorry, I was just a little busy, I didn’t’t even see your text. What is it?”
“Oh, I just thought that we should talk. Would you like to go out?”
Ah. This must be the girlfriend, then, the girl he must have thought he was texting when he got the wrong number. Feeling irritation rise with the panic, I stood up. The girl stared at me with wide eyes. She looked like the cheerleader type, with a short skirt and crop top that showed off her ample cleavage
“Um, why were you…”
“I dropped my phone,” I said curtly, and lifted my phone up. Technically, it was true.
Now both of you get the fuck out and go flirt elsewhere! I need to get out of here!
Horror was quickly coming back. Just what the hell was I doing? With a student, and in class no less. We were lucky we didn’t get caught.
The girl, Sandra, looked at me oddly, before turning back to Ben. Her expression was strange, and I wanted to curse, because I knew she was thinking that I was trying to seduce him or something, which was so far from being the truth to be laughable.
“I’m coming,” Ben said finally, and the girl looked away to grin up at him. “Can you step outside and wait for me? I’m not done talking to the professor yet.”
Her eyes flitted between the two of us, before nodding and backing off. Then, he turned to me with a grin.
“Then again,” he teased, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “I already came.”
I just gaped as he sauntered his way out of my class, looking like he was in a good mood.Chapter Nine
Ben“What’s up, Sandra?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
I was in such a good mood; I couldn’t help smiling at her, even as she continued to frown at me.
“Wasn’t that Angela?” She asked suspiciously. “The professor you’re always complaining about that gives you trouble. What happened?”
I shrugged. “Nothing to worry about. I got in late to class, and she was annoyed as usual. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything that important, anyway.”
“Oh,” she murmured, looking less suspicious. “Anyway, want to head out now? It’s almost lunch, and I’m feeling a little hungry, why don’t we eat?”
“Sure,” I said with a shrug.
I followed Sandra without a thought to where we were headed, but my mind was still back in that classroom with the professor.
Fuck.
She had looked so pretty on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock. I’d never thought much of her. Angela was just another staff member at the school, and I’d never paid much attention to them.
There were professors that accused me of being too careless about my future, but that wasn’t the situation at all. Whatever happened at school, I had money to fall back on. Even if it wasn’t just my family’s funds, I had the trust fund from my grandparents that I could break into when I turned twenty-five in four more years. As long as I didn’t do anything too crazy, I was set for life.