23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Elijah
I ’m antsy to get to class today, with a slight tremor in my extremities and a racing heart. Aside from a few check-in texts, I haven’t talked to or seen Bex since Monday. And I’m jonesing for more.
Disappointment fills my chest when she walks in all of two minutes before class starts. Normally, she’s here before me, and I’m always here at least ten minutes before the start.
One quick glance in her direction is all I can give, and I receive a small smile in return.
To ensure I’m focusing on the lesson, I try not to glance in her direction. But the moment I do, my head tips to the side and my mouth goes arid.
When she walked in, she donned a large overcoat, not terribly atypical for the weather this time of year. But now, I see nothing but her legs for days.
With a deep swallow and shake of my head, I get back to the task at hand, which is teaching about competition in the industry.
It doesn’t last long before my gaze once again wanders toward Bex. And this time, she’s waiting for me. She has a pen poised between her lips, and as my eyes lock in on her, she slowly uncrosses her legs before shifting and recrossing them.
“And…uh…” I’m completely thrown off, and all I can think about is what’s under the skirt.
A quick smirk and clear of my throat and I make an impromptu decision. “Sorry, old man brain fart.” Thankfully, the class laughs. In reality, I’m one of the younger professors on campus. But to them, I may as well be ancient.
Unable to regain my direction, I glance over at Bex one more time, my dick hardening against my zipper. I’m eternally grateful I opted to stay behind the podium today.
“You know what? Let’s end a little early today. My mind is elsewhere, and I want to make sure I’m giving you the very best.”
There’s a murmur that quickly turns into a bit of an uproar as everybody quickly packs up their things. It’s as if they’re in a rush, afraid I might change my mind. But there are far more pressing matters at hand than continuing this lesson.
“Rebecca Sinclair. Please stay behind a moment. I’d like to talk to you about your paper from last class.” There’s a sternness that I hope portrays a displeasure, including to Bex.
Slowly, she makes her way down the amphitheater steps, coming to stand in front of me at the podium.
I remain silent as I straighten a stack of papers in front of me, my eyes glued to the exit doors as I make sure every last student leaves.
Once the door clicks shut with the last one, I lower my gaze to hers.
Wide jade eyes stare up at me with such an innocence to them. One I know is fake.
“You think it's wise to tempt me during class, sweet thing?”
Her eyes twinkle, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “I wanted to make sure you made time for me today.”
“I believe it’s you who has had the busier schedule. Not me.”
One shoulder lifts, and she looks up at me through her eyelashes. “I had to make sure to make the most of it. Couldn’t risk you suddenly being busy.”
I lean forward to talk against her lips when the door opens. There’s a class right after mine, and I’m usually out with the last student. Immediately, I straighten up and clear my throat.
“Let’s continue this in my office. Shall we?” I put my hand out to gesture for her to go first.
She adds a little flaunt to her step as she walks up the stairs, my gaze fixated on her ass and the amount of skin showing with every step.
The jealous man in me wants to cover her up, throw a coat over her and hide her away for my eyes and my eyes only. But I can’t do that, not here. I’d be more worried that somebody saw her show during class if the lighting and seating wasn’t set up in the way that it is. Somebody would have to be turned around, looking directly at her to even see her.
Once we’re in the hall, I rest a hand on her lower back and usher her toward my office at a fast clip. This part of the building is quiet, so nobody sees when I smack her ass before she steps through the threshold.
The second the door closes, I immediately flip the lock and spin around to face her. There’s a coyness to her face and stance.
She turns away from me and sets her coat and bag on one of the chairs facing my desk, then trails a fingertip along the top of it before hopping onto the edge. Her feet swing in front of her as she leans on her hands and tips forward, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage.
“Don’t you want to come say hello?”
“We’re in a school building, Bex. Not exactly the best place for anything to happen.” Not that it’s ever stopped me before. Though, I’ve never been with a student before either.
“You don’t want me?” She pushes her lower lip out in a pout that just about undoes me.
I take two quick steps forward, pressing her knees apart so I can stand between them and knotting a hand in her hair as I pull her head back. “Don’t be childish. You know that’s not true.” Grabbing her hand, I pull it between us and rest it right against my rock-hard cock.
She tries to look down, but I tug harder against her hair, exposing the full swoop of her neck. Her pulse flutters rapidly, and I bend to press my lips against the spot.
I keep my lips against her neck and slide my hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Her breath catches and she arches her back, her breasts grazing my chest.
“Bex. Are you not wearing panties?” I don’t wait for her to answer as I slide my hand between her legs and slip my fingers through her soaking pussy.
The only response I get is a whimper.
I move my lips to brush against her. “Naughty girl, Bex. What should I do with you?”
She doesn’t say anything, rolling her hips so her cunt presses against my hand.
Ever so lightly, I trail my fingertip along her pussy and make a gentle circle around her clit, eliciting a moan. But I don’t go further. I don’t give her more.
Instead, I ghost my lips over her as I pull my hand from her skirt and take a step back.
Her head snaps up and her eyes pop open. Need swirls through them, and her mouth parts as a breath heaves from her chest.
“I can play this game better than you, sweet thing. If only because I’ve been playing it for longer.”
Something flickers across her face and she lowers her gaze before hopping off my desk. “Okay then. If that’s how you want to do this.” She steps close to me and glides her hand down my chest to wrap around my cock before squeezing. “I guess I should be going then.”
I slip my hands into my pockets, calling her bluff. She won’t really leave. Will she?
But when she grabs her things from the chair and heads for the door, she only gets as far as opening it a crack before I dash across the room and slam it shut. Maybe she can play the game better than I can. Because there is absolutely no way I’m going to let her go.
I hook a knuckle under her chin and tip her face up. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She levels her gaze with me and pushes her shoulders back. “Seemed like you didn’t want me to stay.”
The corners of my lips pull up in a smirk before I close my hand around the back of her neck and crash my mouth to hers, turning her and throwing her up against the door.
“The fuck I don’t.” My hands slide under her thighs, and I lift her as I seal my lips over hers and push my tongue through the seam.
Her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers twist into the back of my shirt as my hand glides under her skirt to cup her ass.
Turning us around, I walk her over to the desk and set her back on the edge she’d been sitting on. I stand impossibly close and tip my hips forward so my throbbing cock presses against her clit.
“Now, where were we?”