41. James
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James
She’s fidgeting again, nervous, and I want to smack her. For a smart woman she doubts herself an awful lot. We stop at the campus store on the way in for her to buy a proper pair of sweatpants that fit. She’s drowning in one of my hoodies again though, and I’m pleased that she opts not to buy another one. She lets me pay without argument and for some reason I find it charming. The stupid university brand sweatpants are a hundred bucks. She’d probably have to work an entire weekend to pay for that, and I’d much rather she spend an entire weekend choking on my dick.
We talked about it over breakfast, and I’ll be keeping my distance. Armin was one thing, but a room full of students is entirely another. And I want her focused. I want her to know she can handle this.
Tess was a bit shocked when she called, to hear a woman in the background. I always insisted on a hotel, in all the years we’d been seeing each other, I had never once had her at my place.
I didn’t tell Kiernan about it. Didn’t really want to bring up exes if I could avoid it. But in another universe, Tess and Kiernan would probably actually get along.
Tess said she approved of a woman who gave me that much shit and wished me well.
I waltz into the room a few steps ahead of Kiernan and my dozen or so master’s students all sit up straighter, faces sharp. They’re a competitive bunch, and for one short minute, I feel a brief wave of anxiety for her as they eye her warily. But I shake it off and ignore it.
“Who’s first?” I say irritably.
Everyone’s hand shoots up at once.
They start firing off questions about the material, and I write things out on the blackboard, Kiernan’s brow furrowed. She isn’t making many notes, mostly just reading the board, and I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to understand it yet, that this is beyond what she’s learned, that I just want to show her that her learning methods will hold up in an advanced class. That breaking out these problems is the same as breaking out the ones she does now. But I bite my tongue and say nothing, hoping she isn’t discouraged, frustrated that I can’t just ask. If I were a kinder teacher, if I bothered asking how people were doing more, it wouldn’t stick out so much to check in on one.
“Any more questions before break?” I ask.
“Professor?” It’s Shannon.
“Yes?” I say, irritated with her.
She smiles at Kiernan. “Is this your niece?”
Kiernan snorts, and I force myself not to glare at her. She fakes a coughing fit to cover it up.
“No,” I say shortly. “Everyone back in fifteen.”
The room empties out, and I close it behind them, before turning to face her, knuckles cracking. She glances at my fist and smirks.
“Everything okay, Uncle James ?”
I’m gonna fucking kill her.
I grip her arm and yank her out of her seat, shoving her backwards so she stumbles into the wall.
“Turn around.”
She flushes instantly, but glances at the door. “This is a bad idea, James . . .”
I may as well get that tattooed on my fucking chest at this point.
“Turn. Around.” She does it and I grip the back of her head, shoving her cheek to the plaster. “Palms on the wall.”
She places her hands flat on the wall, but I resist the urge to praise her. Not yet. I grip her hips and scoot them towards me, so she’s fully bent over.
“Fuck me quick,” she says, her voice breathless.
I lean over her, chest to her back, and whisper in her ear. “You won’t be getting off that easy.”
I slide my hand down the front of her sweats and dive straight between her legs, groaning in her ear.
“Jesus Christ Kiernan, you’re fucking soaked . . . ”
She just whimpers.
Tick tock, James . . .
I reluctantly pull my hand out from between her legs, grab hers, and shove it down her pants.
“Keep going,” I say. “Don’t stop, and don’t move.”
She starts to rub herself, fingers on her other hand flexing against the wall, little muted mewling noises coming out of her mouth, and I hurry over to my bag. I pull out the little satin satchel, hurrying back over to her.
I undo the drawstring and reach inside, feeling the smooth surface of the little anchor-shaped butt plug against my fingertips. I bought it on a whim, the morning after I kissed her the first time, after I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to fill every goddamn one of her holes.
I hold it up to her cheek, tracing her skin with it, and her hand slows, eyes opening wide. I slap her ass hard.
“Did I stay stop?”
She keeps her hand moving but she looks nervous, and I know if I didn’t already have her occupied she’d be fidgeting. Good.
“Open.” She opens her mouth, and I stuff it in. “Suck.”
She does, hand starting to rub faster, her hips humping the air trying to get friction, and I can’t help but smile. She looks so fucking perfect.
I yank her pants down exposing her bare ass— I’m never letting her wear underwear again— and sweetly caress her right butt cheek.
SMACK!
She jumps and moans but we’re running out of time. I pull the plug out of her mouth and stuck it between her legs, coating it in her, her moan loud and unrestrained like she’s forgotten we’re in public. I drop to one knee and spread her ass cheeks apart, running the plug over her asshole, her whole body tensing up.
I slap her again.
“Relax.”
“What are you going to do . . .”
SMACK!
“Fucking relax.”
She breathes hard, putting her forehead to the wall, hand gliding up and down her slit, and I watch as she tries to relax, the backs of her thighs loosening, ass muscles unclenching.
I put the tip of the plug to her asshole and push, the hissing sound of her breath almost making me come in my pants.
“Fuck,” she chokes out.
“Shh!”
I push it in a little more, her body resisting, but I can smell her arousal, can see her wetness starting to slide down her thighs.
We don’t have time for this, I think, and shove it in the rest of the way.
“AAARGH!” she yells, but cuts it off, trying to stay quiet.
I stare at her, ass full, handle perched against her perfect cheeks, and can’t help myself. I lean forward and lap at her thighs, licking her creamy wetness off her legs, watching her pump her fingers in and out of her perfect pussy.
The next time I’m on one knee, I’ll be holding a ring for you.
Fuck.