24. Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-four
Mia
It’s been five days since Hudson told me we were serious. I spent Thursday night at my house and hated every moment of it. We ended up phoning each other before we fell asleep, neither of us wanting to go to sleep without saying goodnight to the other.
I’ve got it bad for him. Really, really bad.
Mia: I think Hudson is taking me away this weekend
Harper: What do you mean ‘think’?
Mia: He won’t tell me. He needed my passport and told me to keep it free
Bella: So romantic
Ava: I wonder where he’s taking you
Harper: Can we just acknowledge the fact this is serious if he’s taking her away
Mia: Yeah, I think it’s got serious
Bella: I will say it again — another one bites the dust
Ava: Let us know what ring you want, we’ll drop hints when we meet him
Mia: OMG
Bella: Yes! Great idea, Ava
Mia: I’m going now
Bella: Wait!
Bella: Bring him to the wedding, he can be the plus one you weren’t going to use
Mia: Maybe
Harper: Maybe in Mia language means yes
Mia: Maybe means maybe
I put my cell away as the object of my conversation walks into class. His eyes meet mine straight away and hold for a beat before he looks away.
I bite my lip as need takes over. Sitting at my desk, knowing that not even three hours ago he was inside me but having to hide it from the whole room is so hot. I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache inside me.
It doesn’t work, so I decide to torture Hudson, too.
Mia: Do you think they know I had your cum for breakfast?
I hear his cell beep in his bag, but he doesn’t immediately reach for it.
He addresses the class and for the next forty-five minutes he discusses microeconomics for managers.
I listen to him talk us through supply, demand, and consumer behavior; his enthusiasm for the subject is clear and it transfers to every student in the class.
We’re all going to nail our MBA with him teaching us.
“Does everyone have everything they need for the assignment?” We all nod and begin the work he sets us for the rest of the class.
Before I begin writing out my ideas, I grab the cherries from my bag.
A lot of the students like to snack during class but it’s not something I’ve done before, until now.
I hear a choked cough from the front of the room and look up to see Hudson biting his fist, which is currently pressed to his mouth as he types on his cell with his other hand.
Hudson: You’re going to have a spanking for lunch
I squeeze my thighs together, the ache only intensifying at his words.
I hold his stare as I place a cherry in my mouth, stalk and all, his eyes widening as I chew the fruit and swallow.
My tongue twists the stalk around the stone and a few seconds later I hold them both out on my tongue, the stem of the cherries now neatly tied around the stone of the fruit.
His head drops back to rest on his chair as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Hudson: Get back to work before I fuck you in front of everyone
Mia: Yes, Daddy
Another groan leaves him and I decide to have mercy on him and get back to work. Probably best I don’t push him too far when we’re in a room full of students, me being one of them.
***
His eyes bore into me as I pack up my things and make my way to the door. He’s standing by the exit handing papers back to everyone as they file out of class.
His gaze heats as I approach and he hands me my marked work, his fingers stroke along mine and I feel a small square of paper slipped into my grip. I’m not even three steps out of the room before I step to the side of the corridor to let people pass and open the note he slipped me.
I look around the corridor, which is already beginning to empty of bodies, and decide to give it a few more minutes before I take my chance.
I can’t believe I’m about to have sex with my professor in the classroom, because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what’s about to happen.
Hudson
I’m taking a huge fucking risk doing this, but I’m beyond thinking reasonably. Reading her text in a room full of students was such a turn on. Knowing she was sitting there after having taken me twice this morning was too much for my limited control around her.
I need her. Now.
The door creaks open and my little brat walks through.
“Lock it.” I hear the snap of the lock and it’s as if my patience snaps with it. I stalk toward her and drag her over to the desk. I turn her so she’s facing away from me, placing her hands flat on the wood.
“This is going to be quick because we don’t have time for anything else. It’s also got to be quiet; can you be quiet for me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you need me to keep you quiet?” I pull down her jeans as I talk until they’re gathered around her knees and her ass is perfectly exposed for me.
“Yes,” she whimpers. I reach for my zipper and pull my cock free, my trousers still firmly around my waist. If anyone saw me from behind it would look like I was still fully dressed.
“You have any more of those cherries?”
“What?”
“Cherries. You got any more of them?”
“No,” she gasps.
“Shame. I wanted to stuff that dirty mouth full of them. My hand will have to do, though.” I slide my hand between her legs to find her already dripping for me. “Oh good girl, baby,” I groan as I push two fingers inside her to stretch her out. “Do you need Daddy’s cock instead?”
“Yes, please. Give it to me, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” I bite out as I shove my cock in her, every single fat inch of it.
My hand comes up to cover the gasp she’s unable to stop.
“Such a fucking tease,” I grate out with every thrust of my cock. “You need this, need me as much as I do you, so stop fighting me.”
She bites my finger, so I release her mouth. “I’m not fighting you right now.”
“I don’t mean sex, baby. I mean us.”
“I’m not,” she cries out and my hand goes back over her mouth.
“You are,” I rasp. “You know you are and I need you to stop. Let me in.”
I pick up my pace as I nail her against the desk, a desk that is used by so many different members of staff, all who report to me. If only they could see their boss now.
“Rub your clit for me. I need you to come.” I can already feel that tingle beginning at the base of my spine and I don’t want to hold it off. We don’t have time for that.
I feel her tightening around me as she circles her clit with her fingers.
“That’s it, baby girl, give it to Daddy.” She screams her release, which is thankfully muted by my hand covering her mouth. I have to bite down on the skin of her shoulder to stop my own groan from echoing beyond the room.
“Give me you,” I beg. “Give me everything.”