Page 7 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

Rebecca hadn’t come to class.

Worry coiled around me as I checked the clock for the fiftieth time in the lecture, utterly distracted by the Rebecca-shaped gap in the front row.

I’d pushed too far. What if she’d gone straight to the dean rather than coming to the lecture? I could kiss my job, and my daily access to my obsession, goodbye.

Rubbing my hand over the back of my collar, I wrapped up the lesson in what was probably incoherent babble. I’d been no use as a teacher the minute that hot little distraction had sauntered into my life. One class to go and I’d track her down and tell her exactly how much she was affecting me.

She should know. God, she’d made me come in my fucking pants just from the dirty little moans she gave. I hadn’t even made it inside her. My balls ached at the memory of their proximity to her hot, wet pussy. Fuck, I knew she’d suck me in and take everything I gave her.

Bex hadn’t screamed.

The police hadn’t come knocking at my door.

Yet, she wasn’t in class, and her absence was ripping my nerves to shreds.

Students rose, their chatter bubbling, but a prickle of awareness turned my gaze to the door. There she stood, cool as ice. With a self-assured lean, she waited by the door for the room to empty, before closing it behind her.

‘You’re late,’ I said, trying to hide my relief at seeing her.

‘You’re hard,’ she countered, her eyes falling on the rising bulge in my pants.

‘Get over here.’

Bex hesitated, but whatever she saw in my expression made her practically scamper to stand in front of me. She dropped her bag to the floor, and I kicked it under my desk, trapping her beneath it and myself.

‘You missed my class.’ Already I was losing control with her standing in front of me. My addiction.

‘Maybe I can make it up to you?’ Her eyes sparkled in that dark, dangerous way, and I looked over at the closed door.

‘I only have a few minutes before my next class,’ I said. Bex slid a hand onto my chest, tipping her head, her smile sending my soul scurrying.

‘I’ll be quick. I have something to ask, and something to offer.’

Temptation wiped everything else from my brain. ‘What?’

‘Have you heard of The Initiation?’ Of course I had. But it wasn’t common knowledge...

‘No, what is it?’

Bex tipped her head and fluttered those dark lashes at me. ‘A party. Where everyone wears masks. I’d love to go with my two friends, but getting in is nearly impossible without knowing a senior who’s involved.’

My pulse quickened as her fingers danced along my shirt buttons.

‘There are a lot of parties,’ I countered.

‘Not ones where people fuck right there in the room with masks on. I’ve heard that anything goes. And nothing leaves the party. If you could get us in... get you in... then you could fuck me right there in front of everyone and no one could say a word.’

Fuck me .

I wanted that more than I’d wanted anything. To claim her in front of everyone.

‘It’s too risky.’

‘Then fuck me masked... and no one will know but us.’

‘I don’t know if I can get you in, but there might be someone I can ask. Now, what was it you had to offer? Class will be in soon.’ The way she toyed with my shirt buttons had me close to ripping the thing off.

Sliding to her knees, she blinked at me. ‘Then you better fill my mouth real quick, Sir.’

The sight of her there, on the floor beneath me, had me fucking weak. How could I resist? In a flash, I undid my slacks, pulling my dick out over my underwear and grasping the base in my fist.

‘Holy shit,’ she said, eyes like saucers. ‘I didn’t know...’

The metal ladder on the underside of my dick glinted, the head of my cock flushed dark with need.

‘Open your fucking mouth, Bex. Count them all as I stuff them down your dirty little throat. You’re going to take every single one.’

Her brows knitted, and she shrank away, looking a little less sure of herself.

‘You can’t play the cock tease without the goods to back it up. Now open that mouth wide and swallow me.’

She obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, as she had in the library. Delicious. Just seeing her like that had me fighting the urge to thrust. I placed the head of my cock against her tongue and waited.

‘Count them, Bex.’

‘One,’ she murmured, her tongue dancing against the metal at the head of my cock. I gripped my desk with my other hand, hoping to god she’d take it all before I lost it.

‘Good girl. Keep going.’ I fed more into her mouth, saliva beginning to drip from her tongue. Sweet heavens.

‘Two. Three.’ The words were less clear with a mouthful of cock, but I got the gist. ‘Four.’

Four came with a gag, a slutty little choke that had my balls clenching.

With the way she acted, I expected her to be a pro cock-sucker.

Maybe she’d been one of those prissy girls in high school who dodged blowjobs.

She could be my pillow princess if she liked.

I could fuck her mouth for the both of us.

I tangled a hand in her hair and pressed forward.

‘Five,’ I said as she struggled at the intrusion to her throat. ‘Take it all for me.’

Tears lined her eyes as she tried to back up, but I gave her no leeway. There was only one way she was getting away, and it’s with a stomach full of hot cum.

Nearly there.

Pure panic filled her eyes as she wriggled on my dick, her lips swelling and dripping with spit.

‘Six,’ I grunted as I thrust home, straight into that tight ring at the back of her throat. Holding her there, I lost myself in the exquisite sensation of her choking and spluttering on my cock.

‘Fuck, Bex, you’re so damn hot. I thought you couldn't look any prettier, but you belong there, on your knees, with a mouthful of meat.’

Her eyes glazed over, so I pulled back, giving her a moment's reprieve.

‘Open your mouth,’ I growled, the need to be deep inside her overruling her need to breathe. Pinning her head back against the table, I sank deep, giving no quarter as my piercings disappeared all over again. Pinching her nose, I used her hot mouth like a cunt. Any reserve lost to pure feral need.

She heaved beneath me as my eyes rolled. Pleasure rocked me as I lost myself deep in her throat, determined to fill it.

The door opened, and I almost cried.

Shoving her under the desk, I dropped into my chair with a thump, tugging it tight against the edge. Panic quickened my breaths as students poured into the room, most thankfully too wrapped up in themselves to notice the turmoil I was in.

‘Just stay there,’ I hissed between my teeth.

‘Yes, Sir.’ The whisper hit me like a punch. Despite the commotion, my cock still stood firm, pinned between the desk and my stomach. Heaviness pulled at my balls where I’d been close... so close.

Fifty pairs of eyes stared at me as I withered on the spot.

Erection out. Student under my desk. What the fuck was I doing?

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I set a complicated task with the student able to solve it first getting to leave early.

Not that the lecture was mandatory. I theoretically couldn’t make them stay at the best of times, far less sporting a stonking boner.

Still. Math students loved a challenge. An attempt to beat their peers for a glimmer of authoritarian praise.

Hot lips met my flesh and I choked, covering the noise with a cough. Students stared. My cheeks flamed.

‘Stop it,’ I whispered.

Make me,’ came her whispered reply. Fingers wrapped around my length, stroking upward as I gripped the desk, struggling to calm my breath.

Little she-devil .

The hand was bad enough, but of course, Bex didn’t stop there. My stomach flipped as she twirled her wet tongue over the head, flicking at the metal barbell.

‘Professor Montgomery,’ a student called. ‘Is this solvable in the time frame we have?’

I scrambled for words as my obsession sucked me deep into her maddeningly hot mouth.

Grimacing through a nod, I pressed an open hand against the desk to steady myself.

Between her slick tongue and the way she drew me to the back of her throat, Bex tortured me.

Unable to utter a peep, I fought for my life.

Her tongue. Fuck. When I had taken her, it was incredible, but with her controlling it? Simply sublime.

Time and again, she took me to the edge. I could do little but suffer.

‘Are you alright, Sir?’ a student asked.

‘Yup.’ My voice was terse. Sweat pooled at the back of my neck as I fought the urge to thrust. Nails grazed my balls, and I found myself on the verge of tears. I was going to implode.

‘Hung over?’ Someone called out.

I wish.

I fucking wish.