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QUINN, I FIND, DOES NOT HAVE A GAG REFLEX

JACK

My mother has been gone with Sienna for less than ten minutes when I see Quinn walk by my office window. She knew Sienna would be staying with Grammy tomorrow for the talk Ezra is giving that she wants to attend, but I wanted to surprise her with an evening alone together.

I always think she looks gorgeous, but she looks particularly irresistible knowing that I will finally have her all to myself for the first time.

I’m leaning against the windowsill and Quinn steps into my office.

The first thing I notice is how the soft fabric of her sweater clings just loosely enough to hint at the curve of her collarbone and the smooth line of her shoulder. The sweater’s slipping, revealing a teasing glimpse of skin that draws my gaze to a particularly delicate section of skin and I want nothing more than to carve a small JH there with my knife.

She closes the door behind her, her eyes scanning the room.

With a huge effort, I pull my gaze away, stopping my line of thought. I allow the stillness to stretch between us. A concerned look twists her face, making me wonder if somehow she could just tell what I was thinking.

“Where’s Sienna?” She closes the distance and I meet her in the middle, wrapping my arms around her midsection and clasping my hands at the small of her back.

“My mom picked her up a little before your class ended.”

“I thought she was keeping her tomorrow?”

“She is.” I bring my hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I can’t believe you didn’t let me say goodbye.” The look of irritation on her face is adorable.

“I very vividly remember you telling her goodbye a little over an hour ago before you left for class.”

She leans into me, inhaling a deep breath and melting against me. “You know what I mean.”

I bury my face in her hair, the floral scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils.

She pulls back slightly, her attitude about the situation shifting. “So what I’m hearing is we have the evening to ourselves.” Her fingers trace the line of my jaw.

I nod, my hands now resting on her hips. “The whole night and all day tomorrow.”

She twists my loose tie around her hand and pulls my face closer to hers. I know that given the situation, we should probably head home, but I feel like I’ve waited an eternity for this moment and I need her now.

Whatever I can get.

Our eyes meet, the charged silence saying all that it needs to. I lean into it, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss—a kiss that promises everything I’ve been missing out on with her.

She responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair as she shoves her tongue down my throat and presses her body against mine.

I groan, pulling back slightly. My breathing is heavy, and I rest my forehead against hers. “ Needy .” I run my fingers along the hem of her skirt, my knuckles brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. “Wanna bend over for me now that we’re in private?” I tease.

I would fuck her right here and now without needing much persuasion, but I would prefer our first time together not to be quick and dirty in my office.

There will be plenty of time for quick and dirty later.

She freezes but shakes it off quickly and gives me a suggestive smile. “I have other things in mind.”

When she palms my cock through my pants, it’s completely unexpected and my hips jerk involuntarily. I grip the back of her neck and kiss her again, our mouths melding perfectly. “And what are those things?” I ask against her lips.

“I have a list.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say between kisses. “What’s on this list?”

She loosens my tie further and removes it from my neck. Even in the short time it takes her to do so, my lips ache to be against hers again. I want to consume every part of her.

Cognizant of the fact that there is a possibility we could be being watched at any given moment, I nudge her to walk backward to the alcove in the corner of my office. Now that we’re out of the view of the window, I feel more inclined to do whatever it is that she asks of me.

My office is on the second floor, but I feel extra paranoid about everything right now regarding Quinn. The need I have to make sure this all works out for the best for her—for us —is real. I know there is likely a threat to my job because fraternizing with students is definitely against the rules, and I’m about to fuck one of mine in my office.

Her face, anyway.

I just hope she cares as little about that happening as I do because if I have to choose between my job and her, I will gladly take up crochet and sell baby blankets on Etsy for a living.

“Number one,” she stands on her tiptoes, kissing down the length of my neck and wrapping the tie around the back of it. It drapes limply over my shoulders. “Teach me how you like your cock sucked, Professor .”

She drops to her knees before I can respond, and my mouth hangs open while my brain tries to play catchup. We just went from zero to sixty, and I don’t even know if my office door is locked.

I also don’t even know if I care. I honestly wouldn’t under normal circumstances, but I have to think about Quinn.

However, I can’t think about anything when she takes my belt off and undoes the button and zipper on my pants.

She takes my cock out and runs her tongue along the underside of it. “Like this?”

I can’t form words.

She laps at the precum beading at the top. “ Like this , Professor?”

I twist her long dark hair around my fist and pull her head back, forcing her to look up at me. Until now, our relationship has been slow and sweet. I haven’t minded. We have both been tentative given the nature of our situation, but I need to make it clear to her that I will be anything but sweet when given the opportunity to use her body how I’ve wanted to from the moment she fell into my lap.

With a small amount of space between us, I close my eyes and suck in a breath, steadying myself. I run my free hand over the back of my neck and feel my tie there. She took it off for a reason, and I hope it’s the same reason I have in mind now.

I tug at it, allowing the loose end to fall to the floor.

Finally, I look down at her. She hasn’t taken those pretty green eyes from my face, and the look in them nearly undoes my composure.

Not that I had much left to begin with when it comes to her.

I shift around her, the head of my cock grazing her jawline as I do. Dropping onto my knees behind her, I band my forearm around her waist, pulling her against me.

“You want me to teach you how I like my cock sucked, Quinn?” I whisper the words hot against her ear.

She nods her head enthusiastically.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” she spits out.

“You’re going to be such a fast learner, aren’t you, Miss Ivor?” I am under no delusions that she needs me to teach her anything. This is nothing more than a little light role-play, the use of our respective honorifics evidence of that.

But I’m willing to humor her—to lean into this dynamic so I can use it to show her this side of me.

“Yes,” she says again.

A quick learner, indeed.

I twist the length of silk fabric around her small wrists, just tight enough that she can feel the restraint of it, but not so tight that she can’t remove it herself if she wants or needs to.

“This okay?” I whisper, tugging gently at the material. I don’t want to go any further without checking in with her first. Just because I assume this is what she insinuated that she wanted doesn’t mean I should take that at face value without asking her to voice it aloud.

“More than,” she replies, and I am not sure my cock has ever been harder than it is at this moment.

I hinge at the hips, angling my face to place a kiss at the edge of her jaw. “That’s my good girl.”

She squirms at my praise, and I like it a lot.

“I like my cock sucked, Miss Ivor ,” I say her name like a taunt. “By you, bound at my feet, loving the way I fuck your face so much that you'll be thinking about the feel of me down your pretty throat for days.”

I stand again and move back in front of her. She looks up at me—waiting for my instruction—with such trust that I almost blow my load on her face right then and there.

I try to imagine the most unattractive thing I can think of to prolong this. Decomposing flesh comes to mind.

That does the trick.

I tap beneath her chin wordlessly as I stroke my shaft. She opens for me so fucking obediently. There is a look on her face I’ve seen plenty of times, but not one I want to see in this scenario.

She’s nervous.

I pause. “You okay?”

She nods, opening her mouth and sticking out her flattened tongue, but the anxious look in her eyes is still there.

I have wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her, but I will never be so lost in the need I feel that her comfort won’t be my number one priority. “What happened to those words you were so good at a few minutes ago, baby? Talk to me.” My cock throbs painfully.

She closes her mouth, then opens it again, this time trying to find words. “I’ve never done this before.”

Oh .

She literally wants me to teach her.

Is she a virgin? I don’t ask the question even though it’s the first thing that pops into my mind. I am definitely not fucking her until we talk about this, though. Not because I think virginity is some precious thing a woman chooses to give away, but because I want to be sure I’m caring for her physical needs to the best of my ability.

She’s probably not, but you never know.

“Why don’t we wait until?—”

“ No ,” she cuts me off. “I don’t want to wait,” she says, softer. “Yeah, I’m nervous because this is new to me. But that does not mean I am not also very excited and eager.”

To make her point she opens her mouth again, waiting, as if that’s that.

I mean, I guess it is.

Except, she needs to be the one in control here.

For now.

I rest the head of my cock on her tongue and she closes her lips around it. I shudder. “Suck, baby. Take as much as you can. There’s nothing you can do that won’t feel amazing.”

Quinn, I find, does not have a gag reflex.

She bobs her head once and takes me to the back of her throat. My fingers thread in her hair again, this time tightening at her roots because I need her to slow the fuck down.

I was not expecting that.

I want to ask her if she practiced on a banana or something because what the fuck?

She follows my lead, popping off me and my cock smacks against my lower abdomen.

“What happened to you fucking my face, Professor? ” She challenges me.

A low growl builds in my throat. She can be so bratty at times and I like it a fucking lot.

“Oh, I will,” I yank her head back a fraction. “But first I want you to untie your hands and slip those pretty little fingers under your skirt. I want to hear how soaked you are.” I’m not coming without her, that’s for damn sure.

She does as I ask, her nerves seeming to have eased now that everything's out in the open.

I don’t think her sexual history is anything she should feel obligated to share with me, but if it makes her feel better for me to know, I’m happy to hear whatever she wants to tell me.

She snakes her hand under the hem of her skirt, and there is a small feral part of me that wants to say fuck this; jerk it away, and toss her on the couch. Eat her pussy until she’s screaming so loud the people in the offices surrounding mine call campus security for a wellness check.

She wraps her free hand around the base of my cock, taking me into her mouth again and making the decision for me.

All of the anxiousness and tentativeness from before is gone.

Quinn is an amazing multitasker, sucking my soul from my cock while she works to bring herself over the edge.

I’m close—so fucking close—way sooner than I anticipated, and it has everything to do with how perfect she is.

A whispered fuck slips from my mouth.

I don’t know that there’s anything she could ask of me that I wouldn’t do for her.

She groans around my shaft and I make good on my promise, gripping the back of her neck and fucking her face so she can focus on the movements of her hand between her thighs.

Our bodies tighten and snap simultaneously, so suddenly that I forget to ask if she’s okay with me spilling down her throat.

It’s too late now.

Release barrels down my spine, my balls tightening and emptying with a force that almost brings me to my knees.

Once we’re both spent, I do fall to my knees, wrapping my arms tight around her.

I bite back the urge to apologize for blowing in her mouth without asking.

She kisses the side of my neck, nipping at my earlobe once she reaches it. “I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.”

I stiffen at her words and pull back, tilting her face toward mine. Maybe that was too much for her first time. “Quinn, I’m sorr?—”

“That was amazing.” She buries her head at the base of my throat and I breathe in her scent.

I think I could die happy at this moment because the woman I’m rapidly falling for is perfect in every way.

I can’t wait to get her home and into my bed.