Page 47 of Brat Baby (Sugar Life #1, #3)

Emery

I’m blaming the equal parts excited and terrified butterflies in my stomach for why I arrive to class way too early. Like so early, the lights aren’t even on, and there is no one else in the room.

Forcing a deep breath that releases with a shuddering pace, I push into the room, hoping that magically turns on the lights. Which it does, thank fuck.

Okay, this is fine. Everything is fine. So what if I’m walking around campus with a piece of purple silicone wedged into my vagina that could start vibrating at any minute? No one knows. I’m fine. This is fine.

Although, maybe that’s why I’m so fucking nervous? I have zero control over whether this thing is going to turn on. Will Hudson come through for me? And if he doesn’t turn up, does that mean he considers yesterday a mistake? Not knowing the answer makes my stomach ache.

I make my way over to my regular seat, several rows up and dead center, and set up my laptop, like the good little student that I am. Hopefully, we’ll get our pop quiz results back today. I’ve checked the student portal several times, but nothing has been posted yet.

It doesn’t take long before other students start arriving. The silence of the room is broken by their conversations, and it helps to settle my nerves.

Will enters the room with his friends only a few minutes before class starts and looks for me right away. I probably shouldn’t have been staring at the door quite so obsessively, because the moment we make eye contact, his expression lights up.

As his friends go to the row behind me, he pauses by my seat, crouching down so that I don’t have to look up at him. “How was your weekend?”

I think back to the Sybian, Xavier’s hostage roleplay, and blowing Hudson in his car while he drove. Then I shrug nonchalantly. “Pretty average. Studied, mostly. What about yours?”

“I had that away game Friday night—we won, by the way. Then a party Saturday night. I was hoping that you might have been there to help the team celebrate.” There is a cocky grin on his face, and it takes all my self-control not to roll my eyes at him.

Yeah, sure. He wanted me to help the team celebrate.

Thankfully, I’m saved from having to come up with a reply by the doors opening with Derek’s arrival. Will disappears from my periphery as my pulse shoots up from its nervous hum to a gallop a racehorse would be proud of.

“Good morning.” Derek waits for silence before continuing, his brown eyes scanning the room, never once stopping on me. “After each pop quiz, I like to congratulate the students who achieved the top three best scores. Could the following students please stand…”

“Yasmin Clark, with a score of 95 percent.”

A girl in the front row stands as the door to the classroom opens, and I chance a quick look in that direction, ice flushing through my veins almost as fast as the heat that melts it away.

Hudson.

Oh shit, this is happening.

My nervous system goes into a complete riot. Holy fuck. The vibrator is going to get turned on. Like, actually turned on. Here. In this classroom. With hundreds of other people around me.

I suddenly have very deep regrets about the choices I’ve made.

I mean, I can’t say for certain, but I don’t think I’m a super loud orgasmer, but absolutely any noise I make in this fucking silent classroom is going to be heard.

By everyone.

This was a terrible idea.

“Timothy Bladecki, with a—” Derek cuts off, clearly clocking Hudson’s entrance. “Can I help you, Mr. Gold?”

The venom in his question is enough to make my heart stop.

Hudson is apparently unaffected and climbs the stairs to the back row, keeping a cheerful demeanor. “No help needed. Thought I’d audit your class. See if I have any helpful insights for these young minds.”

“I’d prefer you not distract my class.”

“I promise not to distract your entire class.”

My attention ping-pongs between the two of them as Hudson settles back into his seat and places his phone on the table. Face up.

The message is fucking clear. He is only going to distract one of Derek’s students. Me. He is going to distract me.

I sink down in my chair and wonder if I can quickly work the toy out without anyone noticing. Blood is rushing through my veins so quickly that I feel nauseated and lightheaded.

The room erupts in whispers when Derek glares up at Hudson, but the effect is lessened by the several rows of students between them. If my stomach wasn’t suddenly on a roller coaster while simultaneously battling the urge to pee, I’d be laughing at their clear battle of wills.

Derek eventually looks away, focusing on his computer, hands gripping the sides of the podium like it’s a giant stress ball.

“Ah, Professor King, Timothy Bladecki?” Justin eventually prompts Derek when the silence has drawn out to awkward.

Derek straightens, and where his smile at the beginning of the class was almost completely genuine, now it is mostly forced. “Yes, Timothy Bladecki with a score of 95.5 percent.”

Only now do I notice that the poor guy has been standing since his name was first announced, but because he is on the other side of the room from the door, no one was paying attention.

Okay, while the last name is getting called, I can lean forward and…

“And finally, with our top score, Emery Nicholas with 96 percent.”

My mouth drops open. I… what? What did he just say?

“Please stand, Ms. Nicholas.”

With my hopes of removing the toy completely pulverized, I slowly stand.

And as I stand, Derek’s gaze rakes down my body, taking in the way my boobs are very nicely pushed up by the white bra he bought me, and then the skin I have on display around my waist, before pausing right where he knows my accessory is.

As if trying to work out if it’s on right now.

My throat is fucking dry, but I force myself to stand tall.

“Please give these students a round of applause.”

As the clapping starts, I gasp and struggle to stay standing upright when the toy starts up. There is no warning, no slow increase. Vibes, on my clit and internally, slam into me, my pussy contracting immediately under the onslaught. Now it’s my turn to grip the desk in front of me for dear life.

I sit before the applause is over, and the vibes stop right away. But before I can catch my breath, a hand lands on my shoulder and a male voice speaks quietly against my hair.

“Congrats, Em.” Will’s proximity is so completely unwanted that I almost scream at him to get away from me.

Fortunately, I know that is not a sane reaction to have, so I try to thank him with a smile. But when I look up, my gaze collides with Derek, who looks like he wishes he could burn Will alive. Quickly, I give Will a smile in thanks, shrug him off, then refocus on the front.

Derek’s furious gaze transfers to me, pinning me to the spot.

His smile is in place, but it’s tight, more a gritting of his teeth.

My mind is screaming that I’m in so much fucking trouble, like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, and that I need to stop this insanity right now.

But the rest of my mind is like, yes, burn it all to the ground. Fuck the casualties .

My chest is still heaving when a very gentle, barely there, internal vibe starts back up. It’s just enough to be noticeable, but it’s definitely going to drive me insane.

Warmth starts to build in my core, the pace so slow, I’m able to ignore it for the first few slides of the lecture. Derek’s voice comes through the speakers as he guides us through logarithmic functions, and I manage to take notes.

But like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s all I can fucking think about.

I sit up super straight, tipping my pelvis down into my chair to push against the toy harder, but it barely does anything. What it does manage is to implant the idea that I can rock my pelvis to get more stimulation.

Will anyone notice? Probably. Do I care if they notice? Hard to say.

I mean, I literally know no one in this room besides Will.

And Derek.

And Hudson.

Wanting to turn on two out of three of those people is good enough odds for me.

Doing my absolutely fucking best to continue concentrating on the class, I slowly rock my hips, trying to ease the damn ache that has formed. My fingers move over the keyboard, but my gaze is completely unfocused. I’m hearing Derek, but all I’m concentrating on is the vibrator.

My stomach clenches and my fingers pause over the keys when the arm over my clit starts to vibrate on a very gentle hum.

Oh, fuck.

Swallowing, I instinctively clench around the toy, and all that does is make the sensation feel tighter. Adjusting in my seat, I roll my shoulders back and try to return to my notes.

I need these notes, especially if Derek is going to give us another quiz in a couple of weeks.

I’m tense and on edge while I wait for Hudson to adjust the settings again, but after several minutes, nothing changes.

I can almost forget that there are vibes between my thighs and manage to continue typing, even though my tits feel hot and heavy in my bra.

Whether the words on my screen are going to make sense to me later is a whole other issue.

But Hudson must be watching me like a hawk, because the moment I start to relax, flowing with the sensations, things amp up again. Both the internal and clit vibes increase, and I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning.

The heat that was slowly pooling spreads. My stomach tightens, and I have to resist the need to curl in on myself.

And, oh my god, I am so wet. So, so, so wet. I can feel it gathering at the entrance to my pussy and am slightly worried that the toy will slip out or start to make enough noise to be heard.

I can’t not rock my hips at this point. Attempting to be even a little subtle, I keep the motions small and short by clenching my butt cheeks. But it isn’t enough.

My tits feel tight in my bra and my nipples are begging to be pinched. Just imagining the little streaks of lightning down to my clit from the sharp pain would help with the fire burning through me.

I pause my typing and reach up to adjust my hair, gathering it all and raising it from my overheated neck. With my eyes closed, I concentrate on my breathing—in through my nose and out through my mouth. I need to be in control of this. I can’t scream out my orgasm in the middle of this classroom.

This time, I do moan when the intensity goes up again. Derek’s attention snaps to me, his gaze dipping down to my table and back up. His face is flushed, body stiff, and the knuckles of his fingers go white around the edge of the podium as he pauses his lecture to look away.

I drop my forehead into the palm of my hand, elbow on the table, like I have a headache, and hope he is the only person who noticed the noise. Either I was quiet enough or Derek has supersonic hearing.

Fuck, I wish I knew what level or whatever Hudson is up to. I barely remember what full strength feels like, but even then, I was so lost to my orgasms that I don’t think I could describe it, anyway.

I completely forget about the class. About the students around me. About everything but the vibrating in my pussy.

My eyes fly open when something hard vibrates against my arm. I stare down at my phone and watch as notifications appear on top of each other. When they don’t stop, I tap on the screen and open the messages.

Hudson: I shouldn’t be doing this with you, kitten.

Hudson: I should have stayed away.

Hudson: You need to look up. He can’t take his eyes off you.

Hudson: Do you think he wants to fuck you or punch me more?

Hudson: Make sure you leave the toy in when you come to my class.

Hudson: And come to my office before you go back to your dorm.

Hudson: This is the highest setting. Enjoy, kitten.

Then the vibes turn up, and my clit fills with so much heat so fucking quickly, it feels like it’s burning.

My mouth falls open, and I slam my eyes shut as my pussy clamps down on the toy. My hips roll forward, pressing harder into my chair as my heart beats wildly in my chest.

I’m burning from the inside out. Completely and utterly on fire. Clenching my teeth, I keep my noises to myself, but fuck, it’s hard. All I want to do is scream and throw my head back as I rush toward the edge.

My phone vibrates again, and just as I can feel myself falling over the edge, I follow the order from Hudson.

Hudson: Look at him.

Raising my head, I make eye contact with Derek, my vision tunneling down to him as fire engulfs me and I explode. The vibrations don’t let up, and my eyes close as the waves of pleasure continue to roll through me, unrelentingly.

Until the vibes cut out.

Everything feels really hot and my lungs ache, because apparently, I haven’t been breathing.

I suck in a massive gulp of air, my vision coming back, and all I see is a feral-looking Derek staring back at me. He’s still teaching, his mouth still moving as he provides the content to the rest of his students.

But I don’t hear any of it.

That bubble of hope that I’ve been carrying around swells even larger.

Because the man who is staring back at me isn’t Derek.

Daddy’s home.

I relax back in my seat, place my hands back over the keyboard, a smile on my lips, and go back to typing as I hear the classroom door open and close.

Derek doesn’t look in my direction again for the rest of the class.

But that’s okay. I have all the time in the world to play this game with him. And I play to win.