“I’ll give you a partial view,” I say, shying away from his demands.
“No. Fucking. Way. Let me see that beautiful pussy,” he’s working his hand faster, and I use my free hand to slip my panties off.
“Naked?” He drawls out, slowing his pace.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I lower my phone and spread for him using my middle finger to rub my swollen clit. I tilt the camera, so I’m able to get a partial view and am surprised at how turned on I am by the sight of us both touching ourselves so intimately.
“I need you here,” I whimper, “I don’t want to do this without you.”
“I’m there,” he says, pumping his cock, his breaths coming fast.
“I’m with you,” I bow a little off my mattress, the sight of him enough to have me working my fingers, massaging my clit in circles. I’m soaked, and I can feel the onslaught coming.
“Look at me,” he orders as his body tenses, his strong jaw locking as his cock spills over, and he pumps his orgasm out. It’s so fucking filthy on the screen, and all it does is turn me on more.
“Show me,” he groans as I work my fingers flicking my clit, over and over until finally I tip and spill, gasping out his name more frustrated than sated. I need him too much. I want him too much. I miss him too fucking much for not having had him long enough.
“I need more,” I say softly.
“I’ll give you everything,” he promises, his voice sincere, “everything.”
“Hurry up and come home.”
“Soon.”
Clarissa
“Golding wrote The Lord of the Flies, penn
ing one of the best representations of the end of innocence.”
“Funny, I witnessed the end of innocence in my back seat last week.”
The whole class bursts into laughter. Inwardly I cringe before turning to face him, the one cocky student who thinks it’s fun to goad me until I lose my cool. Every classroom has one.
I narrow my eyes at the little bastard who’s wearing a satisfied grin. “How fantastic for you, Mr. Timmons. I’m sure she too was enlightened as well on how experience really does make the man.”
“Trust me, I’m good,” he snickers, and every student in the room looks on at me with expectation. I refuse to give in.
“I’ll just have to take your word for it.”
“No need,” he kicks back in his seat, lifting his chin in suggestion. “I’m free tonight.”
“Watch it,” I snap in warning, which does nothing to wipe the smile off his face. Gathering myself together, I glance at the clock. Four more minutes until I’m free of this adolescent prison. “So, what do you think Golding’s ideals were regarding government?”
I perch on the side of my desk, imploring thirty students to raise their hands. It’s been one of the toughest years of my career. The longer I teach, the less relevant I feel. Or maybe it’s this particular day that has me bummed. I search the crowd of students and am relieved when a hand pops up in the back. It’s the face and body attached to the hand that has me reeling.
“Sir, mind telling me what you’re doing in my classroom?” I’m elated to see him looking sexy as the devil in a hoodie and jeans and of course, his signature Cheshire smile.
“Rumor has it, it’s your birthday.”
“Happy Birthday, Ms. Arden,” one of the girls squeaks, her eyes glued to Troy. It’s all I can do to keep from rolling my own eyes.
Troy’s remain trained on me, an infuriating smirk on his lips. “And I’d like to answer the question, if I may.”