Page 66 of Wicked Ends (Hellions of Hade Harbor #4)

Arianna

My classroom felt cozy bathed in the glow from the streetlight falling through the side windows.

It wouldn’t be my classroom much longer, however, seeing as I was becoming a permanent faculty member in a few months.

The music department professor whose leave I’d been covering had officially left HHU to move abroad.

Dean Eastwood had offered me the position, and I’d accepted.

In other faculty news, Wade, also known as Professor Casanova, had finally met a student who hadn’t taken kindly to his player ways.

She’d gone to the dean—but only after she had proof of his affairs with her and at least ten other students.

While it wasn’t prohibited to be a player, Wade’s reputation had taken such a dive with his peers, he’d not been able to stand it.

He’d been gone by the end of the week. I couldn’t say I felt that bad about it.

Weirdly, all the girls affected were ones who hung out at the Hellions’ dorms…

almost like someone had convinced them to band together to end Professor Casanova’s reign.

I had my suspicions, but Marcus had only grinned when I shared them.

“ I guess you reap what you sow, birthday girl.”

I could level the same charge at myself, if Marcus weren’t such a determined madman. I’d never managed to influence his way of thinking or change his plans even once.

Besides, I was done feeling bad about being in love.

I sat on the edge of the desk and slid my tight skirt up a little. We had a new game that involved finding fun new places to hook up, and my classroom was at the top of my list. After all those days of standing in front of him and not being able to touch him, I finally could.

The door at the top opened and shut, allowing a tall, dark shadow inside.

The lock clicked.

He advanced down the stairs, and my skin prickled with anticipation. I made out the white moon of his hockey mask, the one he’d kept since that night at the Hellions’ dorms. We’d had more than our share of fun with it.

“You’re not supposed to be in here… this is off-limits after hours to students,” I called to him. I sensed his smile behind his mask.

I lifted my legs a little, sending my skirt farther up my thighs. Slowly, I was learning to be more comfortable with my sexuality. I was getting more confident, and it was because of this man.

“My bad.” Marcus’ voice was muffled beneath the mask. “I guess you’ll have to report me.”

“Maybe, or maybe you can persuade me not to,” I suggested.

Marcus had reached me now, and he put a hand on my knee and slid it upward. As he got closer to my pussy, his fingers trailing through the wetness coating my inner thighs, his hand stopped.

“You appear to have forgotten your panties, Professor.”

“Hmm, have I? Oops.”

Marcus slowly lowered himself to his knees and pushed his mask back, tossing it aside.

“Were you sitting watching me play hockey without any panties on, beautiful?” he wondered.

“Why do you think I’m so wet?” I teased.

He closed his eyes, savoring my words, and then wrenched my legs roughly apart, exposing my wet pussy to the air.

“Let me see my baby,” he said and leaned in, sticking his face against me and breathing in deeply. “Fuck, that’s the good stuff right there. So, Professor, what do you want me to do with this wet, needy cunt? Does it need filling?”

I nodded, my cheeks growing hot at his rasped words. He always knew how to drive me crazy.

“Tell me, birthday girl, I can’t hear you.”

“It needs filling,”

“By?”

“You. Only by you,” I gasped.

He leaned in and licked me.

“That’s right. Only by me.” He possessively nipped the inside of my thigh, returning to my pussy and sinking his tongue deep inside, then searching out my clit.

It barely took any time before I was rising, my hips coming off the desk, pleasure flooding my brain, my skin flushed and tingling.

“Fuck me!” I moaned and came, my pussy wetter than ever, my thighs closing around Marcus’ head, trying to keep him in place forever.

“As you wish, Professor,” he grunted, got to his feet, and shoved his shorts down.

He smelled like bodywash, freshly showered and clean. Only the smallest hint of sweat remained from the game, but it was enough to drive me insane.

He wasted no time pushing inside me. He thrust in twice, getting deeper each time, stilling when he was sunk deep. He paused there, pinning me to the desk with his cock.

“There it is,” he breathed against my temple. “Home. I’m home.”

The End

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