“Come on, Mr. Reed,” she taunts from behind me. When I turn around, I see her sitting on the desk, legs spread and inviting. “What are you waiting for?”
Little fucking whore.
I stalk over to her, yanking her up by the hair and leading her into the small storage hub at the back of the room. I shove her inside and close the door behind me. She laughs when I push her face against one of the shelves and work my cock free with my other hand, pinning her by the nape of her neck.
“Lift your fucking skirt,” I demand. She obeys eagerly, feet spread and planted, ass tilted up like a fucking animal in heat. She's so wet, dripping with it, it's so easy to shove my cock against her entrance and then inside her, as deep as I went last night. Maybe even deeper, in this position.
“Oh,fuck,” she whines, gasping as I tighten my hand on the back of her neck and hold her still by the hip with my other hand, digging bruises into her waist as I fuck her deep and rough. “Shit,yes, oh please, fuck me, Mr. Reed, fuck me.”
I hate how much I like her calling me that. I hate that I'm in this situation, unable to resist her. I hate that I'm so close to coming just from being inside her already. I fuck her as rough as I possibly can, shelves creaking with our combined weight, squeezing the back of her neck. I want it to hurt; I want her to not want this ever again, but she seems just as into the rough treatment as I am.
One of her hands drops, and I can feel her touching herself, her pussy clenching up so fucking tight around me every time I bottom out. Her body is hungry for me, I can feel it, desperate for me to fill her up just like it was a few nights ago. And I want to, God help me, I want to so badly I can't think of anything else.
I let go of her neck and hold both her hips, slamming her back into my thrusts as I feel myself getting closer and closer. She mewls, bracing herself on the shelves, still touching herself. I don't want her to finish; I want her to realize that this game isn't worth playing, but God help me, I can feel her tightening up and it feels so good, making her come would feel so good, God fucking damn it…
I shove myself deep inside her and grab her shoulder, biting down on the back of my own hand as my cock twitches, my orgasm so powerful it makes my knees weak, and I feel like I've been drained of every ounce of strength. Chloe sighs, still touching herself, I can't tell if she finished too, but she's certainly tightening up like she did.
Despite the situation, I feel guilty about that, too.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
I pull out and fix my clothes, grimacing at the stain of my release on the inside of her thighs. She isn't wearing underwear, so it's going to leak out of her all day. People will smell me on her. They'llknow.
“Oh, by the way,” she calls as she approaches the door, grinning at me over her shoulder, “I'm going to need a few more nights in that hotel.”
I swallow and sit back down. She leaves without another word. I put my head in my hands, trying to calm my racing heart. Holy fuck. I'm being blackmailed into sleeping with a student, and there's nothing I can do about it.
The worst part is…Ilikedit.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm left to wallow in my black thoughts for a few more minutes before my phone rings. It's Marissa, of course it is. Why not pour salt on the wound while we're at it?
“What?” I snarl when I answer.
She sighs. “My mother thinks we should try marriage counselling. For Kelsie's sake.”
I grimace. “Is there any point to that?” I demand.
“It would be good for her,” Marissa replies. “I know you don't give a shit about your daughter but—”
“Don't youeversay that,” I snarl. It's the closest I've ever gotten to raising my voice at her, but right now my nerves are frayed, and I feel like screaming. I take a deep breath. “Fine,” I finally say. “Let’s try it.”
“Thank you,” she says. She sounds surprised. I am too.
“Are you still staying with your sister?”
“It's probably for the best,” Marissa says. “You can take Kelsie for the weekend if you like. I have plans.”
How generous. “Fine.”
With a low growl, I toss the phone down on my desk and kick the chair across the room, sending it slamming against the door. A shocked Angie peers through the door at me. Shit. Angie sticking her nose into my business is the last thing I need. What if she’d looked in here five minutes earlier and caught me balls deep in a student?
“Is everything okay, Sam?”
“It’s fine,” I mutter.
I choke back a laugh. I just fucked a student in my classroom. Things are far from okay.