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Her chest rises and falls in a steady manner.
My cock is already getting hard.
She must know I’m here, even in her sleep, because I watch her nipples harden in front of me. Gently, I run my fingers over her skin, following the chain stretched out from her collar, then to her nipples.
I continue moving my hand down to the bottom of the nightdress she’s wearing, then I carefully slide it up. She still doesn’t react, even when her panties are revealed.
And then, as I play with the elastic around her waist, she sighs, moves, and spreads her legs.
Inviting me in…
Following the curve of her body, I push my hand under the waistband, extending a finger between her folds. As I brush her clit, she lets out the quietest of moans.
A wave of giddiness hits me, like I’m a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, and I let go. I want to record this.
With one hand, I unfasten my pants, pulling my cock free. With the other, I take my phone out of my pocket and quickly set up a video recording. But it’s only as I’ve filmed myself jerking off over her tits that I realize I should have bought a tripod with me.
That’s fine.
I lean forward, bringing my cock to her mouth. As I rub the tip over her lips, she licks me, and I fight to hold back the hiss I want to release.
And then, my fucking phone starts vibrating in my hand.
It’s on silent, of course, but my little sister’s name flashes up on the screen.
Anyone else, and I’d have answered it with a video call, but Virgo is a hard no.
Instead, I get up, hurrying out of the room like I’m a ninja, and make it to the stairs in a matter of seconds. “Virgo? It’s late. What’s wrong?” I ask in a whisper.
“Did I wake you?”
“Did you forget what time this class starts, Mr. Remington?” Dr. White—or whatever his name is—asks as I walk into class.
I don’t answer as I take my seat next to Royal. The guy should be happy I turned up at all. My records will say that I have a hundred percent attendance across my classes, but in reality, I maybe attend twenty percent of the time.
At the moment, that twenty percent is mostly this class. This asshole is the only professor who doesn’t turn a blind eye.
Stretching out my legs, I lean back against my chair. I didn’t bring a bag with me, which means I’ve got no laptop, tablet, or even a notebook. Normally, my laptop is out, even if it’s not being used for taking notes, but I came straight from the parking lot, having only arrived back on campus about ten minutes ago.
“Given that you also seem to have forgotten that this college has a uniform, perhaps you should consider seeking medical support, seeing as though your memory seems to be suffering at such a young age.”
Folding my arms, I direct my gaze to the professor. “Family emergency. It was either come like this, or not come at all.”
“And was this logged?” Instead of directing the question at me, Dr. Whine’s attention is on Tori.
Almost forgot she was his T.A.. Dr. Waste has her seated at her own special desk next to his, rather than where Quentin used to sit. Quentin knew the right answer to that question, but Tori’s green eyes are wide. She picks up the iPad in front of her, biting her lip. Then she glances up at me, then Syn, then back to me, before she looks up at Dr. Whatever.
“I don’t know how…” she mutters.
From the other side of Royal, I hear Syn exhale his irritation.
Sorry, Tor—wrong answer.
The professor walks over, takes the iPad from her hands and starts tapping at it.
I roll my eyes. “I left at three a.m.” I announce. “Didn’t really have the time to think about this—” Dr. West turns, looking over his shoulder at me, and I manage to refrain from calling his class a waste of time. “Class. When I left to come back, I thought I’d be able to make it in time. Or did you want me to use my phone while I was driving?”
He presses his lips together and hands Tori the iPad back. “Seeing as though it was a family emergency, I will let you off this time. Next time, I expect you to be in your uniform. I’d also recommend you read the manual for your Porshe as I believe they come with a hands-free phone connection these days.”
