Page 80 of Volatile King (The Kings of Wayward Academy #6)

Grabbing my waist, Blake pulled me closer to stand between his legs. The heat of his hands penetrated my clothes and seeped into my body, making me shiver. His green eyes were warm like the sun, and I could get lost in them as easily as in a forest.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” Blake whispered, as he hovered his lips over mine.

I kissed him softly, teasing his lower lip with my tongue and smirking as he groaned. He took the invite but kept it soft and sweet, letting me take the lead. Blake shifted my hair back and over my shoulder while tracing his lips along my jaw to the side of my neck.

My heart was thumping hard, and I was sure he could feel what he was doing to me as he brushed right over the hard pulse in my neck.

“Want to help me fulfill a dark fantasy,” Blake asked.

“What kind of fantasy?”

My eyes closed as his hands roamed over my body and then slipped under my kilt. I moaned as he cupped my ass and squeezed, pulling me closer.

“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a classroom,” he said.

“Am I your…bad student,” I asked cheekily, and he chuckled. The sound traveled down the side of my neck, and I sucked in a deep gasp.

“Dirty…I like it,” Blake said, and the heat in my cheeks spread and made me hotter all over. “Give me one second.

He stepped back, and I instantly missed his touch.

He grabbed a stack of loose paper from the desk, tore off a sheet, and taped it over the narrow glass panel in the door.

The sound of the lock clicking into place was like the first chord of a song you knew was going to ruin you, but in the best way.

“There. Now, our scene is set,” he teased, turning back toward me.

My mouth watered as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, exposing his defined forearms, and casually undid the buckle on his belt. His green eyes found mine and didn’t waver.

“You’ve missed the final deadline on all your assignments. I’m going to have to fail you,” Blake said, his voice edged with faux disapproval.

I leaned back against the desk, pretending to pout. “Isn’t there… some extra credit…I can do?” My voice dripped with suggestion.

Blake’s gaze flicked down my body, and then up again like he was memorizing every feature.

“That depends,” he said, closing the distance between us until he was standing right in front of me, but not touching. “Extra credit requires dedication, focus, and of course…obedience.”

My breath caught, and I tilted my chin up. “I can be…very obedient… when properly motivated.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes stayed serious.

“We’ll see about that, Ms. Davies…Mikhailov…Genovese,” he teased, making me laugh. “That is quite the mouthful. I think I’ll just call you, Ren. Is it okay that I call you by your first name,” Blake asked as he braced his hands on either side of the desk.

“Yes, Mr. O’Brien,” I said, and Blake screwed up his face. I covered my mouth as I laughed.

“I do not need to think of my father right now, so let’s just go with…Hot Ass Teacher.” I laughed harder. “Don’t like that one…how about, Professor?”

“Okay…Professor,” I said, feeling silly and yet having so much fun at the same time.

“Stand up,” Blake ordered, and I pushed away from the desk. As I did, the air between us crackled with sexual tension. “Turn around.”

I pretended to be shy as I slowly turned my back to him. He nudged me forward until my thighs pressed against the metal of the large desk. His body followed, a solid heat at my back.

“Bend over,” he murmured, his breath brushing my ear.

A shiver raced through me as I obeyed, placing my palms flat on the cool desk. The scent of old paper and wood polish filled my nose, mingling with the fresh, spring scent of his cologne.

“Good girl,” he said softly, and the praise sank into me, low and deep.

“Do you want a C,” Blake asked as his fingers grazed over my hips.

I shook my head. “How about a B?” I trembled as his hands slid further down to my thighs, before moving back up under my kilt.

My breath hitched, and I shook my head again.

“So, you must want an A?”

I nodded as Blake teasingly slipped between my thighs.

“That is going to be very difficult for you to achieve. You’ve been a distraction all semester,” he said, staying in the role. “Flirting in class, not doing the assigned work. Do you know what happens to students like you?”

I swallowed hard as he pressed against my clit and rubbed in little circles. My heart was pounding out of control now, and I wiggled my ass against him. Despite the layers between us, I could feel how hard he was.

“They…they…normally get punished,” I said, breathless.

“Exactly.” His fingers trailed along the wet spot, teasing the edge of my underwear but not pushing it aside. “But I believe in second chances.”

I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “Second chance?”

His eyes were molten, but his voice stayed steady.

“The kind when you prove you can follow instructions without question. When you can be a good student and do what you’re told.”

I nodded, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Yes, sir,” I said, shocked that Blake had this in him, but I loved it all the same.

The words had barely left my lips before he moved my panties aside and teased me with the tip of his finger. My knees threatened to give out from the stimulation.

“Spread your feet a little wider,” Blake instructed, his voice firm and yet still sweet at the same time.

I did, and his fingers pressed in a fraction, just enough to make me grip the desk. He leaned over me, and his mouth brushed my neck.

“Are you sure you want that A? Can you work that hard to earn your grade,” he asked, pushing his finger inside.

My body trembled, and I moaned at the blissful intrusion.

“Yes, Professor,” I whispered. “I’ll…work very hard.”

His lips ghosted over my ear.

“Good. I like someone willing to go the extra mile,” Blake said, pumping his finger faster. “Someone who knows exactly what they need to do to make amends.”

My eyes fluttered closed, and I was panting hard as I moved with him. I felt the tingling of an orgasm rising. Blake’s other hand traced my body and up the front of my blouse. After undoing the top two buttons, his hand slid into my bra. I cried out as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.

“You promise to be a good student from now on?”

“Yes, Professor…so good,” I said, rocking against him.

“Hands flat, eyes forward,” he ordered, stepping closer. He pushed my kilt up, and I shivered.

Blake’s hands were firm on my hips as I dropped all the way down so my cheek was against the desk, and I gripped the edge. I heard the sound of his zipper and the soft rustle of clothing. My body responded instantly, heat curling deep.

The first nudge of his cock stole my breath. He didn’t thrust in immediately, just rubbed up and down as he pulled my panties out of the way, letting the anticipation coil tighter inside me.

“You’re going to count for me,” he said, his voice rough. “Every time I move, you count up by one. Understand?”

“Yes, Professor,” I breathed.

He eased forward slowly, making me gasp as inch by inch he sank deeper.

“One.”

“So good, you’re going to get that A in no time,” he growled, and the praise made my insides twist.

His pace was unhurried, each thrust deliberate, making me count, making me focus, until my numbers became shaky and uneven.

“Twenty,” I moaned, gripping the desk harder.

“That’s it,” he said, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair and gently pull, arching me just enough to go deeper. “Oh god, you’re such a good student,” Blake groaned.

The desk creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the ragged breaths we shared. His other hand slipped around my hip to press against my clit and rub in slow, perfect circles that made my knees weak.

“You’re close,” he groaned. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

“Then come for me and show me how much you want this grade. But be quiet, we don’t want the other students to know you’re getting special treatment.”

His tone was still that mix of teacher’s command and Blake. It was sexy and exciting, and the climax hit me in a rush. My body tightened around him as my voice broke, crying his name.

“Oh, that’s so good,” he said as he held me through the orgasm. His thrusts slowed but stayed deep. Blake’s hand kept me grounded against the desk as I panted. When my breathing finally evened, he pumped into me hard, and I sucked in a deep breath.

The added sensation pushed a second orgasm up, and I moaned as our bodies came together.

“Oh fuck…yes…ah…so fucking sweet,” Blake growled, slamming into me and swearing as he came. His release set off mini-climaxes that had my body shaking and spasming.

Blake let go of my hair, but stayed inside of me as he leaned forward to kiss my shoulder and neck.

“You passed,” he whispered.

I laughed, turning my head toward him. “I get the A?”

His smile was wicked. “Oh, I feel an A+ is deserved for that performance,” he said, smiling. “You can come visit my classroom any time for extra credit.”

“Oh…I will,” I said, and smiled.

That wasn’t how I saw my last day of exams ending, but…I wouldn’t change a thing. Blake helped me stand and repositioned my underwear before tucking himself back in and running his fingers through his hair.

Cupping my face, he waited for me to initiate before kissing me deeply. It wasn’t commanding or demanding, but it filled me with warmth from the sweet devotion he offered.

Blake rested his forehead against mine when we broke for a breath.

“You may not want to tell Myles we did this. It’s his fantasy, too.”

I laughed. “Is it bad…I thought he had…already,” I asked, and Blake laughed.

“No, I would’ve believed it, too.”

Grabbing his bag and tossing it on his shoulder, he held out his hand. I linked my fingers with his, but before we walked out. He brought my knuckles to his lips.

“I love you, Ren.”

“Love you, too,” I said.

Glancing back as we walked out the door, I knew that memory would be with me forever.