Chapter 3 #2
“Soaked panties,” his voice rumbles, causing my nipples to perk beneath my bra. I’m about to speak when I feel his breath on the inside of my thigh. Like I’ve been burned, I snatch him by the collar, pulling him deeper into the crux of my legs.
I feel his groan vibrate through me and nearly fall back off his desk.
The tip of his nose drags a soft line up my most tender flesh. I want to scream but thankfully remember where we are and muffle my moans with my arm as he breathes in, inhaling deeply like a man possessed.
Again, a swell of bashfulness creeps through me. Chris is the only one who has ever been this close to my intimate area. And my cheeks start to prickle with blush. But what happens next knocks all thought from my mind.
Chris pulls my panties aside, and before I can gasp, he drags his tongue up my most precious center. A brand-new sensation gathers in my core, like a bomb ready to go off.
He’s…licking me. There.
Before I know what’s happening or can decide how to react, Chris finds my hidden nub with his tongue and takes it into his lips. Gently sucking, he sweeps back and forth with his tongue, jolting me with little flickers of intensity that cause my whole body to tighten.
I’m going to explode.
I’m going to scream.
Chris seems to know this because the next thing I know, he’s stuffing a T-shirt into my mouth. It’s damp with what I know is his sweat, is salty and is awash in his scent. It doesn’t gross me out. In fact, it enhances everything.
My hips buck. I rock against his tongue, the scruff of his beard roughly rubbing against my butt. I’m sweating. My eyelids flutter on their own as the pressure inside me rises to its breaking point.
“Mr. Davis?” A knock on the door snaps me back to reality. “Mr. Davis, I have something for you.”
A teacher? No, not a teacher. A student.
Whoever it is tries the handle, but nothing happens. I smile, knowing I locked it when I came in.
“Not now, Regina!” Chris barks, his tone ferocious in a way I haven’t heard before. He’s like a different man. Fierce. Protective.
There’s a pause. His breath titillates my arousal, causing me to press back against his face, yearning for more.
“But…Mr. Davis…” Regina replies, not going away.
“I’m in the middle of something, Regina!” Chris replies angrily. “Give me a minute!”
My heart is pounding in my chest, and I drink in a deep breath, waiting for her reply. But thankfully, it doesn’t come. At least for the moment, Chris and I are alone.
“Looks like we’re pressed for time,” Chris mutters.
“I…I can go, if you need—”
“No,” he snarls and looks up at me, his eyes shifting from anger to desire. With a quick motion, he tugs my panties off completely, and with a power grin, he buries his face back between my thighs. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished.”
His tongue finds my buzzing flesh, and I light up like a sea of fireflies as he rolls over my button, flick-flick-flick. But even as I bite down on the gag in my mouth, I’m smiling. There’s a girl out there, no doubt a girl with a major crush on Chris, who has no idea what’s going on in here.
She doesn’t know that I’m on top of his desk with my legs spread, and her favorite teacher is down on his knees beneath me.
Even when I marched into this academy with my absurd plan, I had no idea I’d be up to something so naughty.
And when Chris flattens his tongue against me, increasing the pressure, my body finally explodes.
The gag muffles my scream as my soaked flesh contracts against Chris’s tongue, snapping me sky-high into a new dimension. Every nerve ending in my body lights up at the same time. My vision goes white. Chris groans into me, sending me even higher.
He holds the pressure right where I need it as convulsions run through me. His lips make tiny little smacking sounds, and I groan into the gag as I realize what he’s doing. He’s slurping down my release.
My muscles jerk, and I thrash as my hips jerk off the desk. My hand collides with something hard and knocks it off the desk with a loud bang. Regina’s voice rings out from outside. “Mr. Davis, is everything all right?”
Go the hell away!
I want to scream at her. Tear this gag from my mouth and go rip her to pieces. But I can’t move. It’s impossible. I’m too wrapped up in my first orgasm given to me by a man. Relentless, capturing bliss.
Finally, I slump back, and Chris pulls back, lapping at my soaked thighs before standing.
I blink away the blur to see him looking down at me, pants bulging, a pleased look on his face.
Pleased with me or pleased with himself?
I don’t know. All I know is that was the most incredible experience of my life.
He raises my panties to his nose and takes a deep inhale. “You smell so sweet, Gracie,” he whispers before stuffing them in his pocket. “Oh, and I’m keeping these.”
My jaw drops.
“Mr. Davis?” Regina again.
“One moment,” he snaps. Taking my hand, he helps me to my feet. I almost collapse immediately as my legs threaten to give out from under me. To my surprise, he leads me over to the window and slides it open.
“Go on. If she sees you in here, we’ll both be in trouble.”
“You want me to sneak out the window?” I ask, but truthfully, the idea excites me. I’m twenty years old and behaving like an out-of-control teenager.
“Don’t argue with me, Gracie.” His eyes flare. “Or I may have to punish you again.”
And then he kisses me. Long, hard, and deep. His lips envelop mine, and his tongue sinks hungrily into my mouth. I taste myself on him, which only further ignites my passion.
More. I need more of this man. This GOD.
“Now go,” he orders, breaking our kiss. Blood rushing, I glance outside to make sure no one’s watching, then launch myself out onto the grass. This time, my legs do give out from under me, and I lean back against the wall, panting, consumed with adrenaline.
Above me, in Chris’s office, I hear him open the door. “Regina, what can I do for you?”
I have to smile. Talk about awkward. I bet he’s in there wiping me off his lips now with the back of his forearm. Going around behind his desk to hide the mound in his pants.
“I just wanted to give you this.” Regina’s voice is painfully flirtatious. She’s doing that little-girl thing that makes me want to vomit. “It’s a Bonsai tree for your office. Just a little thank you for being my best teacher.”
My lips pucker with rage.
“That’s so nice of you, Regina. I’d love to chat more, but I have to go take care of something.”
“Aw, okay,” she whines. “If you want to know more about it, well, you know where to find me!”
Don’t even think about it, bitch. He’s mine. And if I have to torch this school and tear my family apart to keep him, believe me, I will.