Chapter 19 - Jace
Jace
So much for waiting until May.
I honestly thought I could do it. I had a lot of complaints about my time in the Army, but one benefit was that it gave me a tremendous amount of restraint. When you sat around waiting for orders all day, you learned to be patient. I thought I could do it.
Lila Carrington shattered that restraint.
It kind of worried me that she was able to unravel me so easily. Maybe it was the power dynamic. She was my professor, and I was her student. I’d never been in a relationship with someone who had so much power over me. It was thrilling.
But as I watched Lila drift off to sleep with her head against my chest, I knew that there was something deeper here. Something that went beyond the mere temptation of the forbidden.
I kissed her on the forehead and left early the next morning before she woke up. I could have stayed in bed with her all day, but I didn’t want to come on strong. That’s how relationships fizzled out.
If this could even be considered a relationship.
Yet I struggled to focus on my classwork over the weekend. I had a five-page paper due Tuesday, but my mind kept drifting to the beautiful professor I would see on Monday. I could still remember the way her body heat felt against my chest. Her taste lingered on my lips.
I gave myself a shake. I thought surrendering to our desires would help me focus, but it had only made things worse.
Lila: I’m glad you stayed over, even though you left early. Let’s do it again sometime.
I groaned and smiled at the same time while reading the message. It was going to be a long semester.
When I walked into class on Monday morning, Lila was already standing on the lecture stage, bent over her laptop while squinting at something. Her eyes darted over to me, and she did a double-take when she recognized me.
I gave her a private little smile before taking my seat. Next to me, Brock grunted.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t think anyone else noticed that,” he said softly. “But I did. You two might want to be more careful.”
I felt myself stiffen. “You’re mistaken.”
“Ah, sorry then,” he said.
But he didn’t sound sorry.
Lila began class with a ten minute video of a police interrogation played on the projector screen. Halfway through the video, I pulled out my phone.
Me: Are you wearing it?
Lila: You’re supposed to be watching the video.
Me: The only thing I’m watching is the most beautiful woman on campus, who I can’t wait to hold down and fuck until she can barely move.
Lila didn’t look up from her phone, but she did bite her lip.
Lila: Now that’s all I’m going to be able to think about.
Me: Are you wearing it? You avoided my question.
Lila: Maybe.
Me: I don’t think you are. It’s against the faculty code of conduct for a professor to lie to her student.
Lila: We abandoned the code of conduct about six-and-a-half orgasms ago.
Me: Half?
Lila: I had a mini one Friday night. Before the big one. And you’re right. I forgot to wear it this morning.
Me: If you wear it Wednesday, I’ll find a creative way to thank you.
Lila: I like the sound of that.
Me: You’ll like the feel of it, too.
The video ended, along with our sexy texting.
The next forty-eight hours dragged by. I texted Lila to remind her about it early Wednesday morning, but she didn’t respond.
When I walked into class, she gave me a knowing smile. I could feel Brock watching us from his seat, so I didn’t react as I took the steps up to our row.
“You still good with this afternoon?” he asked. “To study for the exam?”
“Sure,” I replied absently. “Let’s chat after class.”
Lila raised her voice and began the lecture. I glanced at my watch and waited exactly five minutes before opening a new app on my phone. I turned the toy down to the lowest setting, held my thumb over the button, and locked my gaze onto Lila.
“Now, regarding an individual’s Miranda Rights…” she was explaining.
I pressed the button.
“…it’s important to know—” Her voice suddenly rose an octave, and she flinched.
Her eyes locked onto mine across the lecture hall. I smiled back at her.
“Lost my train of thought,” she said with a chuckle. “It’s important to know whether the individual…”
I allowed her to continue the lecture, keeping the toy at the lowest setting. A constant little buzz. Eventually, she stopped pacing around the stage and sat in her chair behind the desk. When she called on a student to answer a question, I turned the toy’s vibration up another notch.
The way her back stiffened was perfect.
I didn’t torture her too much. I was only having a little naughty fun, not trying to get her fired. But I was rock hard imagining the toy inside of her, vibrating against the inner walls.
When class officially ended, I stayed in my seat. Not just because I wanted to wait until the classroom was empty to talk to Lila, but also because I needed to wait until the tent in my pants had died down.
She glared at me as I approached the dais. “Mr. Strickland.”
“Professor Carrington.” I couldn’t keep the smugness out of my voice. “Great lecture today.”
She stared up at me. Waiting.
“The toy can be controlled by app,” I explained.
“I figured that out,” she said dryly. “Professor Freidman has this room next. Shall we continue our conversation in my office?”
“Only if it’s quick,” I said. “My next class is in half an hour.”
We walked in silence across the building to her office. As soon as we were inside, she pushed me up against the door and kissed me.
Then dropped to her knees.
“I thought we weren’t doing this anymore,” I said while she unzipped my pants.
“Circumstances have changed. I promise to be quick.”
I let out a hiss of pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around my hard length, gazing up at me through her long eyelashes.
“Now show me what that app can do.”
Lila focused on my cock, stroking and sucking like she was being timed. I cranked up the vibration setting on her toy a few notches, which made her moan with pleasure around my cock. And the closer I got to my own climax, the higher I set the vibration.
By the time I came down her throat, the setting was as high as it would go, and it was a good thing she had something to muffle her pleasured cries.