Page 9 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Chapter Five

I downed the rest of my gin and tonic and made another sweep of the crowd.

I’d been in the student bar for an hour now, unable to pick someone.

What about the guy in the corner? He fit the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ stereotype.

I’d seen him around before, so I knew he had a reputation for being a player, but I couldn’t remember his name.

He noticed me checking him out and approached. ‘See something you like?’

Definitely a player. He bore signs of having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, with cuts and bruises marking his face. He smelled good, though. Earthy tones hid beneath a cloud of spicy cologne. Charming smile as well, albeit a tad cocky.

Frowning, I leaned against the bar. ‘What’s your name?’

‘I’m Lewis.’ He offered me his hand. ‘Lewis Carter.’

‘Ah.’

The pieces finally fit. Every campus had unwritten rules. Most of Ladeworth’s involved the Carter brothers. Trouble was the last thing on my mind tonight, so I turned away.

‘Aw,’ he teased. ‘The cold shoulder already?’

‘You’re more trouble than you’re worth.’ I forced a stiff smile, avoiding eye contact. ‘No offence.’

‘None taken.’ He sighed as he copied my position, resting against the bar to observe the busy room. ‘It’s not true, by the way.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Whatever you’ve heard about me.’

‘As if I’d believe you’re innocent when you look like someone beat you up.’ The alcohol made me louder and braver than intended. ‘But is it true you’re all pierced?’

What could I say? I was curious.

Lewis smirked. ‘There’s only one way to find out.’

I sighed. The truth was, I didn’t want him or any other man in this room.

I wanted Dr Braithwaite. God, what was I doing here?

Picking up a guy at the bar wasn’t my style.

I almost laughed at myself. Unethical sexual experiments with my dissertation supervisor weren’t my style, either, yet here I was.

I pushed away from the bar. ‘Let’s go.’

Lewis followed me into the street. ‘Where are we going?’ he asked when I took a sharp left, heading in the opposite direction from the student halls.

‘Library.’

He chuckled. ‘Whatever you want, sweetheart.’

A cold blast of wind masked my grunt. Dr Braithwaite had better make this up to me.

Only wild sex in his office could justify this sacrificial act of letting a Carter touch me.

I smiled as I rushed around the corner of the building, so caught up in my fantasy that I didn’t notice Dr Braithwaite standing there until I crashed into him.

He grabbed me before I tumbled to the ground.

‘Ophelia, what a pleasant surprise.’ He didn’t sound or look surprised to see me.

It was freezing outside, yet he wore no coat, as if he had left his office in a hurry to intercept us.

By his narrowed stare at Lewis, I was willing to bet that was exactly what had happened.

Lewis moved around us to open the door. ‘Coming?’ he asked me.

I looked at Dr Braithwaite. Was I?

He raised a hand. ‘If you don’t mind, Lewis, I wanted a word with Ophelia. Why don’t you wait for her upstairs?’

Lewis looked at us, appearing as confused as I was. Then he smirked. ‘Sure, whatever,’ he said and slipped inside the library.

Dr Braithwaite grabbed my arm. ‘Come with me.’

‘What are you doing?’ I asked, struggling to keep up with him.

‘I don’t want you anywhere near the Carter brothers.’

‘Fine, I’ll pick someone else.’

‘That’s not what I meant. You know this wasn’t your assignment.’

‘But you didn’t invite me over, so I?—’

‘Quiet.’ He increased speed, practically dragging me to the building that housed his office. After quickly checking that no one was nearby, he escorted me inside and up the stairs.

His office was lit by moonlight; the curtains were still pulled aside. Across the street was the library building. My cheeks heated as I realised he must have seen everything – every inch of me.

‘You put on quite a show, Ophelia. I’m proud of your bravery, but disappointed you would involve another person without my permission.’

My eyes widened. ‘I was just trying to… I’m sorry.’

‘He’s not safe for someone like you. Do you understand?’

Not really, but I nodded. ‘So, I failed?’

‘Not quite.’

I stumbled when he guided me towards the windows. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Testing your limits.’ He directed my attention to Lewis wandering the study rooms across the road. Lewis’s gaze drifted between empty desks and overflowing bookcases, but he would see us if he turned his head and looked outside.

‘How—’ I cleared my throat. ‘How do you mean?’

Dr Braithwaite moved behind me. ‘Put your hands on the glass.’

‘What?’

‘And spread your legs,’ he breathed against my neck. ‘Do it now.’

Stunned by the needy rasp in his voice, I pressed my hands against the glass and shifted my legs apart, wobbling a bit on my high heels.

‘Good girl.’ He hitched up my dress, exposing my lower half to the outside world.

‘God, Ophelia… these stockings are even better than the boots.’ He ran an appreciative hand over my hip and down my thigh.

‘They tempt me to take you over my knees and spank you for putting yourself at risk.’ His nails scraped up the same path. ‘For disobeying me like that.’

‘You pushed me to go further,’ I argued, my voice trembling. He landed a sharp whack on my butt. ‘Sorry,’ I squeaked.

‘You have so much to learn,’ he murmured, rubbing the soreness.

‘I should spank you, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you, and…

’ His hand moved between my legs. ‘There isn’t time.

’ One of his fingers traced the length of my pussy before burying itself inside in one rough, possessive move.

I cried out, pressing against the glass.

He groaned against my neck, dipping another finger inside me. ‘You drove me crazy earlier. I’m not letting anyone else have you tonight.’

I drove him crazy? His words drove me insane, and so did the slow thrusts of his thick fingers. Last time, he’d held back from fucking me. Would it be different this time? God, I hoped so.

‘Please,’ I breathed against the glass, fogging it.

‘Patience.’

I had no patience, not with him. My whole body ached.

I wanted him to fill me. To stretch my body and limits.

I shifted my legs wider apart, struggling to remain upright as he continued teasing me with short, fast pumps of his hand, then longer, slower thrusts, finding all my weaknesses.

I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned, louder than I normally would, not wanting him to stop again.

‘Open your eyes, Ophelia.’

My eyes opened slowly, then widened in horror when Lewis stopped and turned in our direction. ‘He can see us.’

Dr Braithwaite pulled my dress down, exposing my tits. ‘You like being watched, don’t you?’ he asked, kneading my breast.

‘N-no.’

‘Liar. You’re coating my whole hand.’

He was right; I was so slick that every thrust of his hand filled the room with the sound of my arousal. It horrified and thrilled me. Confused me. Everything about him and his experiment confused me.

His fingers found my clit. He flicked it as he played with my nipple. ‘Are you watching him?’

‘Yes,’ I moaned, pressing my hips back for more.

‘Do you trust me?’ he whispered.

‘What?’

‘Answer me.’

‘Yes.’

‘Good. Let’s show him what he missed out on.’ He loosened his trousers. ‘I’m going to fuck you now.’

‘Oh, God.’ I didn’t have time to prepare before he angled himself and pulled me back onto his cock. ‘Fuck,’ I cried out from the sudden intrusion.

‘You feel better than I imagined,’ he groaned against my neck. ‘So fucking tight. You squeeze me so hard.’

He withdrew to the tip and slammed back in, filling me completely.

His groan changed everything. Primal and possessive, it was the most animalistic thing I’d ever heard.

And I loved it. When he pulled back and thrust into me again, I forgot about rules, guidelines, and the discomfort of being watched.

I wanted everyone to hear this beautiful man who couldn’t get enough of me.

I wanted them to see my reward for daring to push myself.

My nipples dragged against the glass as he pumped into me with long, hard strokes. ‘Your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock.’ He slid one hand around my throat and tipped my head back. ‘Let him see how slutty you are for my cock.’

My pussy clenched at his dirty words. In objection? No, but I wouldn’t admit that to him.

He slowed to deep, slow thrusts. ‘Look at you, so pretty in my grasp.’ He tightened his grip around my throat. Teasing me. I must have lost my mind, as I wanted it tighter. ‘Pressed up against a window with my cock buried inside you. You like it, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I moaned.

‘Such a good girl.’ He angled his hips to hit that spot inside me that weakened my knees. A raspy gasp slipped from my lips. He thrust again. Harder. ‘Ah, fuck,’ he hissed.

As he continued pounding into me, my moans tumbled out in rapid succession, but he still controlled them. He hit all the right places to extract the neediest sounds from deep within my throat. The pleasure consumed me. Burnt me. I didn’t hold back any longer.

‘Harder,’ I pleaded, pressing back. ‘Fuck me harder.’

Dr Braithwaite chuckled. ‘Filthy girl.’ He flung his other arm around my waist and slammed into me, shattering my vision. He did it again. And again. There was nothing I could do but submit to the storm he built inside me. And I wanted to reach that peak. I wanted it more than anything.

‘Yes,’ I cried out. ‘Hard… like… that,’ I panted between each rough thrust.

‘Are you on the pill?’

‘Yes.’ My breaths shortened to quick gasps.

‘Good. I want to fill your tight little cunt. Watch him.’