I pushed her down, forcing her back onto the desk. “Because it’s sordid,” I growled.
Hiking up her skirt the rest of the way, I checked the door again, remembering I’d closed and locked it, and then dove down, covering her goddamn cunt with my mouth, the little gasp and cry that followed making my eyes close in satisfaction. Just spread your fucking legs and let me have my way. That’s what you’re here for.
Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I held on as I sucked, kissed, pulled, bit, and penetrated her, tasting her clit and making her squirm and moan with every inch I teased. She wasn’t the first teacher I’d seen like this, but she was the first one I’d touched, and I looked up at her as I sucked on her, seeing how much she liked it. This was almost too easy. It was less of a turn on when it was easy.
“Pull down the top of your dress,” I ordered her, flicking her clit with my tongue.
She let out little moans again and again as she pulled down one side and then the other, baring her naked breasts. Better. She looked vulnerable. Half-naked, legs spread for one of her students, glasses…
“You’re so good at that,” she panted.
I bit her lightly, making her gasp. Don’t talk.
She started moving into my mouth and took my head in her hands. I shoved them away and pressed a hand on her stomach, keeping her ass on the desk. I licked and sucked again and again, liking her in my mouth, because I was in control and she was at my mercy. Everything was happening to her right now and whatever I wanted to give her.
“God, yeah,” she moaned. “That’s so good.”
I snapped out of my head for a moment, hearing another voice instead.
That’s a good boy. You’re getting so good at that, baby.
I stopped working Miss Jennings, needing to swallow, because my mouth was suddenly dry.
Forcing myself on, I pushed the voice out of my head and slid two fingers inside her as I played with her clit with my tongue.
“God, you’re doing so well,” Miss Jennings said, refusing to shut the fuck up. “Don’t stop. Keep going, baby.”
Baby? What the fuck?
I clenched my teeth and stood straight, breathing hard and damn near ripping at my belt buckle to unfasten it. She might have some duct tape in her desk. She needed to be shut up. Heat flooded my neck and chest as I fought to get back in my head where I was distracted.
But she rose up off the desk, trying to kiss me and take over unfastening the belt. “I want to suck you,” she breathed out. “I want to taste you.”
It gets hard when I do that. That means you like it.
The memory of those words knotted over and over again in my gut, and I pulled her hands away. “No.”
I didn’t like that.
“Do as your told,” she said, trying to play.
But I lost it. I grabbed her neck and held her still as I got in her face. “I don’t like that.”
Yeah, you like it, don’t you, baby? You’re such a good boy.
I shoved her away and backed up, refastening my belt. My pulse pounded in my ears, and my skin crawled as the walls closed in. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t breathe.
Fuck.
“What?” I heard Miss Jennings say as she held up her arms, covering herself. “I want it, Damon. You knew I wanted you. This was so hot. Come on.” She reached for me and stood up, trying to wrap her arms around my body. “Finish me,” she whispered, her sticky, snake-arms like fire on my skin.
I pushed her off and ran a hand through my hair. “Stupid bitch.”
And I walked away from her, unlocking the door and throwing it open as I charged into the still mostly empty hallway. Nausea rolled through my stomach.
Why couldn’t she shut up? Why couldn’t she just shut her fucking mouth? Most people did what they were told.
I bolted down the stairs and then the next flight as well, turning the corner and pushing through the door into the men’s room.