Page 43 of Student Seduction

I nodded, watching him move toward his desk. “I’ll say I wasn’t feeling well.” I stood, moving toward him intentionally slowly.

“Emersyn,” he began but when I reached him, he was silent.

“Thank you for the cake,” I said, mere inches from his mouth. “And the gift card. It was really thoughtful of you.”

“You’re welcome.” He swallowed thickly. “We shouldn’t do this here.”

Shouldn’t.It was a step up fromcan’t.

I ran my hand down the front of his shirt. “You’re the only one who got me anything, did you know that?”

He shook his head.

“I want to thank you.” I lifted onto my tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “With my mouth, Aiden.” The room spun around us. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

It was crazy, but I wanted this, here and now, so badly.

I kept walking, forcing him backward into his chair.

“If I get under your desk no one will see.” It was enclosed all the way to the floor on three sides.

His eyes were round and wide with surprise. I wasn’t usually so bold but I’d been going insane with need all week long.

“Pretty please?” I pouted, preparing to straddle his lap. “You’ve been ignoring me and it’s driving me mad.”

He stared at me with the eyes of burning man.

“I ignore you because of this. If you get too close, I will spread you wide on my desk and I won’t care who catches us. Do you know how close I came to fucking you in the Pit? Seconds, Emersyn. I was seconds away from taking you right then and there.”

“Show me,” I beg. I see the conflict flash across his face. He glances at the door then back at me. “Did you lock it?”

“Yes, I locked it.”

“Then let me taste you, Aiden. Please.”

He grips my ass hard and props me up on his desk. “Me first.”

Papers scatter and pencils roll as he yanks my panties to the side. I wore a short plaid skirt of Stacy’s today because it reminded me of a sexy schoolgirl and that’s how I wanted him to see me.

Best. Decision. Ever.

His fingers are gentle, but they’re misleading because when his head comes between my legs, his tongue is a terrorist. Attacking my most sensitive flesh roughly as I cry out in pleasure.

“Shh, sweet girl,” he warned. “Not too loud. We’ll give Mr. Milner a stroke.”

I reach for something, anything, but there’s nothing substantial on his desk so I grab is hair.

“Fuck yeah,” he mumbles against my clit, flicking hard then circling slow.

I’m a clock being wound tighter and tighter until the free fall is in sight.

The forbidden aspect of what we’re doing hits me at the same time my orgasm does. I writhe and whimper as I come against his unrelenting tongue.

“Oh my God,” I heard myself whispering over and over as he slowed to let me down from the height of my climax.

“Good girl,” he said proudly, pulling my panties back over to cover me. “Such a good girl.”

Sweaty and disoriented, I sat up too fast and became light-headed.