6. Chapter 6
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A ny freaking time, kid. I waited impatiently for Jack Larkin to go, but the kid just wasn’t getting the fucking hint.
“I told you to leave me the hell alone.” Agatha stood up abruptly and secured her bag. She glanced my way with an intense look, and I knew in that moment, if I didn’t get Jack to leave immediately, she would walk out instead.
“Jack, your seat will be in the last row at the end.” I watched him closely to see what the hell he was going to do.
“What the fuck?” Jack turned to me with anger in his eyes, but it quickly fluttered into a low flame of surprise mixed with recognition when he realized who he was talking to.
“You heard me. Now, go to your next class, or I might need to report you to the dean for misconduct.” I grinned mischievously. Fuck, I’d love nothing more than to write some bullshit down just to get the fucker into deep shit. He’d cheated on Agatha, a fucking curvy goddess, and thinks he can just get her back so easily.
“You’re messing with the wrong kid,” he muttered under his breath.
“I didn’t quite catch that,” I lied and stepped casually around my desk toward the student. I had a good forty-minute lunch break between now and my next class, so no one would interrupt me teaching the jackass a good lesson. Verbal of course, because breaking his nose, no matter how satisfying, would get me into a shitload of trouble.
“Nothing, it was to Ags. I’ll call you later.”
“How about you jump off one of the nearby cliffs?” Agatha yelled loudly as Jack shuffled out of the classroom in frustration and slammed the door closed. I balled up my fists tightly behind my back then released them slowly, trying to calm myself down.
“So,” I uttered and immediately regretted the simple word. It was an opening to be unprofessional, and now that I knew she was one of my fucking students I couldn’t do anything. Even if the second I woke up, I wanted to have her again. Hell, I even started picturing something long term. But all that was gone the second she walked into my fucking classroom.
“I can’t drop your class. I’m too close to graduation, and you’re the only one who teaches it.” Agatha adjusted her bag on her shoulder.
“I wasn’t going to ask you to. But we need to keep this professional. What happened last night can’t happen as long as I’m your professor.”
“Oh.” She bit her lower lip, and it took everything in my willpower not to pull on the lip. “I really enjoyed last night.” She rubbed her lips together then met my gaze.
“I did as well.” I inched closer. Maybe I can just keep it a secret. The fleeting thought briefly flitted through my mind. Two and a half months of not having her, yet seeing her so close and irresistibly fuckable twice a week until winter break ended, would be painfully and utterly miserable, I thought.
She quickly sucked in a sharp breath. “Wish I...” Her cheeks warmed as she looked around the room, taking in the empty classroom. My cock was hard as steel just being so close to her, feeling the intensity of her presence, and breathing in her sweet scent.
This woman was like a damn drug, and I wanted another hit of her amazing body.
I pulled away quickly and marched over to the door. I swiftly pulled the blinds down and securely locked the door.
“Yes, please.” She dropped her bag with a soft thud and met me at my desk. I quickly pushed some papers out of the way to make space for her.
“You have to be quiet.” I smiled down at her, and she grinned back as she pulled up the long skirt she wore. It bunched at her hips, and I unzipped my pants. With a quick motion, I shoved them down to my knees, exposing my hard cock.
“I should go on the pill.” She bit her lower lip again softly, sending a surge of desire washing over me. This morning I’d absentmindedly packed two condoms in my wallet without thinking about it, and now I was incredibly thankful for that oversight. I quickly secured the condom on my cock as she sensually wiggled her underwear down her smooth legs.
“Probably a good idea because I want to keep doing this with you.” I pressed my cock to her warm and inviting entrance then slammed into her wet and eagerly waiting opening. She buried her face into my chest as she attempted to muffle her moan of pleasure.
“You feel way too good today.” She whimpered again, and I lifted her chin so her face was level with mine.
“So do you. Now cum on my cock so I can finish with you.” I knew deep down that this was completely against the school rules. The one rule I shouldn’t break, but Agatha was like a fucking drug to me. I’d tasted her and was sold, craving more of her intoxicating presence.
“Almost.” She sucked in a sharp breath, and I locked my lips with hers, catching her cry of pleasure as her sweet pussy clamped down tightly on my thrusting cock and pulled me over the edge with her. It felt like heaven, and I was ready for another round.
Her legs shook against my hips as we drifted down languidly from our release, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Even if it was technically a quickie in my classroom.
“You can’t tell a soul. Not even Ru.” I pressed my forehead against hers.
“What if she keeps seeing Leo?”
“Even so, we can't risk it. It's only two and a half months, and then we can go public if you want. Let's say we got together during the holiday break.” I couldn't believe I was already planning all of this.
“I believe I can manage that. However, can you stop looking at me during class and refrain from inappropriate behavior in front of everyone?” She grinned wickedly. The idea had my cock throbbing with desire. This woman had to be a drug because no other woman managed to get me so hard so quickly after I finished. That shit normally took a good half hour, but just a few soft words whispered by Agatha was all it needed.
“Oh, Agatha.” I pulled out then slammed back into her. Her eyes rolled back as I did it again. “So fucking naughty.”
She was the forbidden fruit now, but I knew I could keep it under wraps for ten weeks plus finals. That wasn’t a big deal in the long run—or so I thought at the time.
We’d play it cool during lessons and meet up after the day was over. I was really planning every damn thing out meticulously. I can make this work because this woman made me feel as horny as a teenage boy first learning how good sex felt. I couldn’t get enough of this goddess.