43. Anna
CHAPTER 43
Anna
I sat on the floor, waiting outside of the classroom in Hawkins Hall. My body yearned for Reign. Needing him the way I needed my next breath. I’d managed to show up to his class on time several times in a row and was always rewarded for it. This time, I wanted to show him how much I was starting to appreciate him.
How much I was starting to love him.
Footsteps echoed in the deserted halls. Class didn’t start for another half hour, and I was going to make the most of those thirty short minutes. His figure came to fruition. He wore a form fitting gray peacoat that went just down to his mid-thigh. His dress slacks were one shade lighter than black. His blue eyes twinkled like the stars I used to stare up at when locked out in the shed. When his features relaxed, Reign almost looked delicate, without sin. But there was nothing delicate about the soul within him that wrung endless waves of pleasure from me.
Or the hands that could kill someone just as easily as he brought me to life with them.
“Miss Walker,” his teasing tone permeated my ears. “ Interesting how you’ve managed to be on time for nearly two weeks in a row.” I drooled, watching him slowly insert the key in his locked classroom door. His eyes followed the motion, and he flashed me a panty-melting lopsided smile.
“I’ve been a good girl.” The words were like the Sahara desert lodged in my throat. I cleared it modestly before continuing. “And good girls get rewarded.” I felt silly speaking the words even as Reign held the door for me.
“You’ve been conditioned well, my precious little vixen.” He smirked following me in, leaving his door cracked. “But to be fair, The class meets twice a week, and we are almost through the semester.” He set his briefcase down next to the podium. “And you’ve only been on time four times.”
His playful smile sent heat through me. Instead of arousal, that heat erupted into the warmest feeling in my belly. A feeling that made me want to giggle, to hug him, to love him.
“Give me credit where credit is due,” I teased back. His features softened as he took a step towards me. His hands came around me, pulling me against his solid body. His fingers painted invisible pictures into my shoulder blades. The feeling branded itself into my skin.
“Oh, vixen.” His playful chuckle was like my own personal drug. I could get drunk off of the sound and die happily. “I give you credit even when you’ve only written your name on the assignment.”
The playful slap against his chest sounded with a dull thud in the silent room. “Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t resist giving me a passing grade.” I stood on my toes, kissing his chin.
“Perhaps,” he said, lost in thought for a moment stroking up and down my back. “I should fail you, forcing you to take my class again.” He peeled my hands off of him to shimmy out of his coat, placing it on the podium. “I’ve quite liked having the taste of your pussy on my lips while I teach. ”
“Absolutely not!” I laughed louder than I’d meant. “This class is insanely hard. I'd never retake it. I’ve thought about dropping out.” I cast my gaze away, afraid of his reaction to my admission of failure.
His tender touch nudged my face towards his, his finger soft against my skin. He kissed me slowly, dressing me in his love. “Chemistry is all around us, Anna.” My heart stopped in my chest. “The perfect mixture of chemicals that react just like that.” His lips traced mine.
It was all I could do to stay standing.
“You’re the oxygen to my hydrogen. Without you, I'm but a lone atom unstable and incomplete. But with you,” he paused as if taking me in. “We form an unbreakable bond. A compound strong and true. You’re the catalyst that makes my heart react. My molecular mate.”
My mouth dried at his words. I never knew chemistry could be romantic the way it was at that moment. The concept of atomic bonding and chemical reactions was always lost and way over my head. But when he put it like that…
“Reign I…” He pressed his fingers to my lips, stopping me.
“You don’t have to say it.” He smiled down at me. Emotion thick in his gaze and his touch. “I know. And I love you so much.”
Anxiety gripped me in a chokehold. My hands shook as I slid down his body, never breaking his loving gaze. I slid his belt free and unzipped the fly. Rubbing my fingers across the hardening erection, his head went back.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Seeing you on your knees is otherworldly.”
My pussy heard his words and clenched. But this time wasn’t about her; it was about pleasing him. Making Reign feel the way he’s never failed to make me feel. His cock was rock hard as it sprang free from the confines of the slacks. I gripped the velvety, hard skin dragging my fingernails down the shaft. Precum leaked in a thick, milky fluid. My tongue flicked out, loving the salty essence that lingered.
I flicked my tongue across the head before sucking the tip between my lips. I looked up at him, loving the way his skin flushed. Loving that I was the one holding this power over him. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and took his entire length down the back of my throat until tears spilled down my cheeks.
“I fucking love seeing you with a mouth full of my cock.” He tangled his hands in my curls, loosening them from the ponytail holding them hostage. “I love seeing these dark curls spread beneath me.” His eyes hooded, and his gaze darkened.
I let out a moan and licked along the bottom of the shaft tasting hints of his body wash. My hand snuck its way between his slacks to cup his balls, massaging them as I continued to deep throat him.
“Shit.” He breathed. “Vixen. Fuck, I wanna paint your throat with my…”
“Dr. Hart?” A soft rapping at the door froze me in place. Cock in my mouth and everything. Reign’s knee pounded into the podium as he jumped. His dick scraped across my molars leaving my mouth blood flavored.
He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair. He straightened the podium leaving me under it, shielded from whoever interrupted us as long as they stayed on the other side of it.
Thank God for the coverage of the desks.
I stayed silent under the podium, terrified to move. My heart roared in my ears, and his dick filled my mouth at half-mast. Saliva dripped out the corner of my lips, leaving slug trails of wetness down my neck.
“Hey.” A male student's voice that sounded too close for comfort came. “I came early because I wanted to talk about my grade,” he continued as he went on about his test scores .
“Sure.” Calm washed over Reign’s tone. He sounded far from a man who had his cock stuffed in my mouth. “What can I do for you?”
I’ll show him.
The sucking sound of my spit sent fire through my veins as I took him the rest of the way. He hardened to capacity almost immediately. His knees briefly shuddered. I sucked his cock in one hard pull, sliding him almost all the way out, then hollowing my cheeks as I took every inch back in.
His voice wavered as I repeated the motion.
His words started to stammer.
“How about this,” he grunted as if in pain. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, recognizing the way he swelled right before coming. “Visit me in my office hours tomorrow afternoon.”
Another pained grunt slipped.
“Okay, great!” The student showed no signs of knowing Reign was balls deep in my mouth. “I’ll see you then.”
The footsteps receded right as Reign let out a feral groan spilling his cum down my throat.
His blue gaze stared a hole through me as his cock slipped from my lips, giving me a gloss of his cum. I swiped my tongue slowly across my lips savoring every last drop, smiling at him from on my knees.
“Goddammit,” he panted, tucking himself back into his slacks. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
I stood on legs that were jello and kissed him quickly on the lips. The door creaked with the first few students trickling in for class. “I’ll see you after class.” I turned to walk, making sure to sway my full round ass as I moved. “Professor.”