Chapter 20 - Lila
Lila
There was nothing so satisfying as bringing a man to completion with only my mouth. It made me feel sexy and powerful in a way that few other things in my life did.
Throw in the fact that it was happening in my office, while he controlled a vibrator that I had been wearing throughout class?
It made me feel like Wonder Woman.
Well, Wonder Woman never did anything like this. At least, not in the comic books.
When I stood up and had swallowed all the evidence of our forbidden act, I gave him a deep, passionate kiss. “I liked how you increased the setting the closer you got.”
“I liked how you made me come in…” He glanced at his watch. “Under two minutes.”
“I told you I would be quick.” I brushed my lips against his one more time, then sat behind my desk and raised my voice to a louder volume. “The homework should cover what we went over in my lecture today, Mr. Strickland. What other question did you have about Miranda Rights?”
Jace looked confused for a moment, then caught on to what I was doing. “Uh, my question has to do with the implications of an officer not reading someone their Miranda Rights. Can an entire case be thrown out, or is that just something you see on Law and Order?”
“Excellent question. The answer is that it depends. In some cases, depending on the judge’s opinion…”
We chatted for a few minutes at a performative volume, then I got up and opened the door. “We’ll cover more about those fringe situations during Friday’s lectures. If you still have questions after that, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Will do. Thanks, Professor.”
He held my gaze a heartbeat longer, like he wanted to kiss me goodbye. Then he slung his bag over a shoulder and went out into the hall.
Another student was waiting in the chair right outside my office. He rose and stuck his head around the corner. “Professor?”
“Brock. I mean, Mr. Radley. Come in.”
I left the door open and went back to my chair. I would have to wait a little longer before removing the toy, it seemed. At least it was off.
“I hope I’m not repeating the same question Jace just asked…” he began.
I doubt that.
He dove into his question, which was actually quite nuanced. I listened patiently, nodding along, happy to be distracted with an actual question from a student.
But then the toy between my legs began vibrating again.
It was low, too low for Brock to hear. Pleasure hummed up into my core while I tried to keep my face as blank as possible.
Had Jace accidentally turned it back on?
“The answer to your question is pretty complicated,” I began, somehow keeping my voice level. “There are a few scenarios where that can happen, but they’re rare. For example…”
Teaching class while a vibrator pulsed inside my pussy was one thing. Having a one-on-one conversation with a student was a different matter entirely. I felt almost tipsy, my mind just a little more sluggish than normal.
Out in the hallway, Jace slowly walked by. Slow enough to glance inside and give me a satisfied smirk.
Oh, you’re evil.
Fortunately, he kept the vibrator at the lowest setting. I was able to answer Brock’s question and the two follow-ups he asked.
“Hopefully that makes sense, but if not, I can address it in class on Friday,” I said with a note of finality. “If there’s nothing else…”
But Brock didn’t leave his chair. He leaned forward and said, “Kayla said you were asking about me. At the bar last Friday.”
“Oh. Right. I, um, went there for my end-of-the-week drink routine. Her fancy gin and tonic wasn’t as good as yours.”
“I like hearing that. I’ll be there every Friday from now on. You don’t have to worry.”
He smiled at me, and it was impossible not to feel drawn to him.
Brock was only two years younger than me, and he had this quiet confidence that I found very attractive.
I knew the toy between my legs was messing with my head, but I couldn’t help but look at him not as a student, but as someone I would have asked out under different circumstances.
I wondered what Jace would think of that. Especially if he knew that he was the one indirectly making me view Brock that way.
Eventually, he stood up and thanked me for the help. He shook my hand, which was as formal a gesture as someone could give… but it took on a totally different context while a sex toy was jiggling inside me.
I watched him walk away, once again admiring his athletic frame. Then I peeked out into the hall, checking both directions. Jace was gone. There were no other students waiting for me.
I closed my door, locked it, and sank into the guest chair. The one Brock had just occupied. His scent lingered in the air, exotic and new. I reached between my legs and found the teardrop extension to the toy, tapping on the button until the setting changed to a steady pulse.
Alone in my office, I closed my eyes and imagined getting fucked in my office again. Spreading my legs in this chair while Jace jackhammered into me, clenching his jaw to keep from moaning loudly.
I blinked, and suddenly it wasn’t Jace going to town between my legs.
It was Brock.
It felt right, and I closed my eyes and touched myself. My entire body was as sensitive as could be by now, and I was soon shuddering with release.
But even though it was wrong to fantasize about yet another one of my students, it didn’t feel wrong.
It felt so incredibly right that I was left wondering about it for the rest of the day.