Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
Sadie
T he last week has felt like a dream—a dream I do not want to wake up from.
Jax has been ghosting me again, but honestly, I couldn’t care if I tried. Most of the last six days have been spent in bed with Lucas. There have been more orgasms than I can count.
And if we’re not screwing, we’re kissing and talking. And it feels like the first real relationship I’ve ever been in.
We don’t talk about the future, not yet, but it looms over us like a storm cloud on the horizon. I hate that he’s still going to England, but I understand. This program is important to him, and I can support that—even if it means spending an entire year apart while I’m raising a baby and he’s making his mark on the literary world.
Lucas believes he is meant for great things, and I believe that, too. I have faith that once his time with the program is done, he will come home and put me and the baby first. I believe that. I have to believe it because if I don’t, it will ruin the greatest relationship I’ve ever been in.
Today is the first day of the spring semester. We each have a very busy day, so we drive separately to campus. The car ride alone is the most time we’ve been apart since New Year’s Day. But I have a little something for him planned during our first class to make up for the time we’re going to be apart today.
It might be a little diabolical of me, but it’s just the first day. All he’s really doing is passing out the syllabus and talking about all the essays and books we have to write this semester. He can handle a little distraction.
After parking in the student lot, I reach into my bag with shaky hands and pull out the toy Sage suggested. It’s a U-shaped pink silicone vibrator and I did lengthy internet research to ensure it was safe for pregnant women. It takes a moment to figure out which way to put it in, and once I slide it into place, I pick up the small black remote and gently click it on.
I nearly fly out of my seat. The vibration is gentle but surprising since I feel it both inside and out. It feels so good it makes me want to skip class and enjoy it right here. But then I’d miss out on the best first day of school ever.
Our class is in the same lecture hall as last semester, so as I walk in, I veer subtly toward the front of the room first. Lucas is talking to another faculty member near his podium, but I shoot him a casual greeting before discreetly dropping the black remote next to his laptop. Thankfully, no one seems to notice.
Then, I find a seat in the fourth row, right in the middle.
And I take this specific seat for a reason.
Lucas looks up from the clipboard in his hands and notices me, his brow furrowing as he tries to figure out why I’m wearing such a mischievous grin and a new outfit. Crossing my legs under my desk, I bite my lip as I glance down at my class schedule for the semester, waiting for our class to start. The toy currently inserted inside me feels like such a dirty secret, and I’m so turned on by it.
I’m in a classic schoolgirl skirt and white button-down top. Something I definitely didn’t have on this morning. I watch with a smirk on my face as he clears his throat to speak to the other professor .
If this is going to be my last semester with Dr. Goode, then I’m going to make it memorable.
A few moments later, the other students usher in, and our class is due to start. The other teacher he was talking to leaves, and Dr. Goode turns toward us, ready to start his lecture. Then his eyes trail down toward me, landing under my desk, where my legs are spread wide, and he gets a perfect view right up my skirt.
He freezes, and his eyes widen. I can see his jaw clench from here as he glances up at my eyes angrily. I’m going to be punished for this, and I cannot wait.
My eyes flash downward to the table, and his gaze follows. When he notices the black remote sitting there, he quickly snatches it and shoves it into his pocket. Then he glares at me and I can’t keep the smirk off my face.
Luke struggles through his introduction, tripping over his words, trying his hardest to keep his eyes from between my legs. Every few minutes, I take pity on him and press my knees together so he can focus. But when I get bored with that, I simply let them drift open again, gently pulling up my skirt and scooting down in my seat to make his view even more tempting.
When the first few minutes go by and he doesn’t turn the vibrator on, I start to feel a hint of disappointment.
I’m hardly paying attention to what he’s saying, but as he starts a discussion with one of the students, I don’t even notice him put his hand in his pocket.
As a burst of vibration hits my core, I let out a shriek and hop in my seat. It goes away quickly, but everyone in the room turns to gawk at me. I cover it up with a cough and notice Luke laughing to himself.
After a moment, he pushes it again. The setting is low and virtually silent, but it feels so good I struggle to sit still.
I watch his eyes trail toward me, gazing at me intently as I grip the edge of my desk and squirm in my seat. The vibration is a tease, and he knows it.
He moves to stand behind the podium instead of walking around the front of the room like he normally does, and I know exactly why. I’m willing to bet he’s pitching quite a tent down there.
I let my eyes close with my legs spread, enjoying the rapture of this feeling. It’s a slow, subtle ride down a river of pleasure and I’m loving every second.
“Miss Green,” he calls, and I pop my eyes open to stare at him. He reaches into his pocket and hits the button again to increase the intensity. I bite down a yelp.
“Yes?” I squeak.
“You read Paradise Lost last semester, didn’t you?” he asks.
With a painful swallow and a quick fidget in my seat, I reply, “Yes.”
“Would you like to share your thoughts on the religious allegory of Milton’s poem?”
I clear my throat. “Um…”
He clicks it again. My legs slam closed, and I straighten my spine, trying to reconcile the room full of eyes on me and the unimaginable pleasure coursing through my pussy.
He lifts his brows, waiting for me to continue.
“I, uh…”
“Maybe another time?” he asks with a coy smile.
“Sure,” I squeak. “Thanks.”
He can’t keep the grin off his face. Especially as the class continues their discussion but his eyes rarely leave me.
I can feel an orgasm building, tightening between my legs as I struggle to keep still and quiet. Eventually, I have to hang my head and pretend I’m reading the paper in front of me as pleasure assaults me in a tense, never-ending orgasm.
I’m breathing heavily through my nose as I hide what’s happening to me on the inside. When I finally glance up, I notice him watching me intently before readjusting himself in his pants.
I can’t help thinking about how hard his cock must be behind his zipper.
Then he reaches into his pocket and clicks the button again, shutting off the vibration, and I fall backward in my seat, satisfied and spent. The corner of his mouth lifts, but he manages to play it off with the rest of the class.
My legs fall open again and I catch him staring, probably enjoying how wet I am down there now. All I know is that I can’t wait for my punishment.
When our class comes to an end, he is inundated with students asking him questions, a line trailing up the steps of the lecture hall. I choose not to wait in it, instead texting him that I’ll be in the library studying as I slip out the door.
We have a regular table in the back corner of the library, and since it’s only the first week of the semester, there are practically no students in here. Before taking a seat, I make a pit stop in the bathroom, pull out the vibrator, and quickly wash it in the sink before anyone can come in and find me. How embarrassing would that be?
Making my way back to the table, my hands are shaking from exhilaration. I can’t believe I just did that. It takes about twenty minutes until I hear the sound of his shoes on the thin carpet in the library. I smile to myself as he approaches, more eager to see him than I’ve ever been.
“Get up,” he mutters.
Glancing up through my lashes, I smile at him. “Hello, Dr. Goode,” I say innocently.
He grabs my arm and makes more of a show of hauling me out of my seat than actually doing it, taking gentle care as he pulls me toward a dusty shelf in the back corner where there’s no one around.
Grabbing my hand in his, he slams my palm against his cock so I can feel how hard it still is.
“Did you think that was cute?” he mutters under his breath playfully, even as he plays the part of a grumpy Dom. It’s clear to me just how happy he is in this moment, and I eat it all up. “I had to walk across campus like this. ”
I giggle to myself just thinking about it and it only makes him more irate.
“There are consequences to your actions, Miss Green,” he whispers.
“I know there are,” I snap back in my bratty tone. Our voices are so quiet it’s not even a whisper, but this library is quiet too. One little sound and I’m afraid we’d be heard clear across it. But we’re hidden so far in the back among old sports magazines and encyclopedias nobody uses anymore that I’m quite certain we won’t be caught.
“You did it just to be punished, didn’t you?” he whispers against my lips.
“Yes,” I breathe. “But, Dr. Goode, you can’t punish me here. We’re in a library.”
“Watch me,” he replies, playing along.
Silently, he slips the button of his pants open and quietly tugs down the zipper before pulling his cock out in his fist. I stare down at it as my mouth waters, the tip of his head leaking already.
I’d like to wrap my lips around it. I’d like to slip my tongue in the slit at the end.
“Look at you,” he mutters as he strokes himself. “Look at how bad you want it.”
“I do want it,” I reply silently.
“This is a punishment, not a reward, Miss Green.”
I let out a squeak of disappointment as I realize he won’t even let me touch it, let alone take it in my mouth the way I want.
Instead, he strokes himself hard and makes me watch.
The whirring sound of the air conditioner overhead barely covers the slick cadence of his fist over his cock. I quickly peek around each corner to ensure no one is coming near us and we’re alone.
I press my back against the wall of the endcap and I stare down, watching his fist move in rapid motion.
I once told Jax in our very first meeting how much I enjoyed watching videos of him masturbating, which was true at the time, but nothing compares to this. Making the man I love so turned on he can’t help himself as he fucks his own fist in front of me.
His expression is almost tortured and pained, and it’s so hot to me that I did this to him. I have to hold my breath to keep from moaning along as I watch him, waiting for him to make a mess all over my shirt.
“You are such a bad girl, Miss Green. You know that, don’t you?” His features are tight and his teeth are clenched as he whispers those filthy words in the small space between us.
“Yes, I am,” I reply. “So punish me, Dr. Goode.”
When his lips part and his breathing slows, I know this means he’s almost there. So I drop to my knees, open my mouth, and stick my tongue out for him. He glances around quickly to make sure nobody is watching before he unloads all over the surface of my tongue.
I’m rewarded with warm, salty jets of his release and a look of euphoric torture on his face; so much for this being a punishment. I’m loving every second. I gaze up at him with love in my eyes as I close my lips and swallow.
Standing with a wicked smile on my face, I help him tuck his cock back into his underwear and zip up his pants for him.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he whispers before pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried. Winding my arms around his neck, I pull him in, and we kiss for a long moment.
We can make this work , I tell myself again. We have to. There is no one else for me. I don’t want another man. No one could ever measure up to what Luke and I have right now.
When he’s fully composed, we go back to our table, and I pick up my books and things, shoving them into my backpack before we make our way toward the exit of the library together.
“When is your next class today?” he asks.
“In about forty-five minutes,” I reply. “When’s yours?”
“I have a faculty meeting around then,” he says with a sigh.
“Soon, you’ll be out of here,” I say .
I wish I could link my arm through his. I wish we could intertwine our fingers, and I could kiss him goodbye as we separate.
Instead, I have to train my emotions not to reveal us. I can’t be too smiley, too flirty, too affectionate. As we walk across campus together, I have to pretend that Dr. Lucas Goode means nothing to me.
My next class is in the math building, which is just past the English one. So we stop in front of his building before it’s time to say goodbye.
But as we approach, I notice there is a horde of very official-looking faculty standing near the door. Chills run down my spine, especially when all four of them turn their gaze and stare at us.
Suddenly, I know something is very, very wrong. Luke can feel it, too. He tenses by my side, slowing his steps as if he can prolong the inevitable.
As we approach the bottom of the steps, a woman in a pantsuit steps forward, staring at Luke by my side.
“Dr. Goode,” she says with a very stern tone. “Ms. Green,” she adds, looking at me, and my blood runs cold.
“We will need to speak with you both immediately.”