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"Oh, does that feel good or something? Also, I believe your control has already snapped, Professor." Her tone is saccharine, and I know the little succubus is getting off on torturing me. She gives me something new, some part of her that I haven't seen before in each encounter. I'm starting to think that she's seeing it for the first time, too. I think I might be the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
"I hadn't pegged you for a sadist," I say, trying to guide her mouth to my pulsating length.
"Ahh, well, there's your first mistake." She swallows me painfully slowly, inch after inch disappearing into her throat. Her palms flatten against my thighs, trying to use me as leverage as she continues to swallow me whole. My hips drive into her, matching her tempo. Mascara runs down her face as her eyes water, but she doesn't protest. I pull out and cup her chin, knowing the small gesture is making that sweet pussy gush.
"You'll be a good girl and tell me if it's too much, won't you?" I ask, staring down at her with a stern expression.
"It won't be too much. I'll probably tell you it's not enough."
"Oh, so you like your face fucked, huh? I should have known that from last night when you were desperate to get my cock down your throat.” She moans without a hint of shame, watching me fist my cock while looking down at her knees sprawled across the floor. Backing away from her, I continue my strokes while my lustful gaze takes in her lush body.
"You want that pretty mouth filled like a good little slut?"
"Yes, but the goddamn anticipation is going to be the death of me."
"You want it? Come get it." She narrows her eyes in challenge as she begins to rise from her knees. I tsk. "I'm sorry. I guess I should clarify. You'll crawl to me if you want it." Without a second thought, she's on her knees. Her form-fitting pencil skirt rides up her round ass, giving me a perfect view of her toned, muscular legs and thighs. The devilish smirk on her angelic face nearly undoes me right there and then. She reaches my feet and sits up on her heels. Her knees are red from the carpet underneath her. I hold my cock out to her lips, but she doesn't move an inch. She can tell the game I want to play, and it seems she wants to play it, too.
"Lick," I command as I yank her forward. She licks my head slowly, as if she's savoring every taste and sensation. Drops of pre-cum glisten as she greedily sucks, moaning at the taste. I don't give her time to adjust to my length, somewhat testing her to see just how rough she likes it. She’s unflinching as she moans against my shaft. Adjusting herself, she props herself up with one arm as her free hand rubs frenzied circles on her clit. “Your throat is my personal heaven, Olivia. Fuck, you're so sexy sucking my cock.”
I glance at the clock, cognizant that the sorority girl is going to return any minute now. "Do you have more classes today?" I stroke a few strands of hair breaking free at her temples. She doesn't remove me from her mouth as she vigorously shakes her head no. When I pull her up, she gives a strangled cry in protest.
"We have to go," I remind her as I cup her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. She beams up at me, just about the happiest I've ever seen her.
"Go first and meet me by my car, if the coast is clear." She grabs her bag, opens the door, and takes off. Sorority girl strolls in like she owns the place, frantically opening bags and setting her items out with methodical madness. I ignore the occasional side-eye she gives me as I pack up my bags to get the fuck out of here and back into Olivia's mouth.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." She winks as I walk by her. As I make my way through the hallway, I'm half expecting to turn a corner and have Nathan staring at me with his arrogant face, but he’s not. Once I make my way outside, I find Olivia is sitting in the grass, legs outstretched with a book and a highlighter in her lap. She notices me heading towards her and closes the book abruptly, stuffing it down into the recesses of her purse.
"You closed that book rather quickly. Hiding something?" She squirms under my gaze. The stark contrast of her embarrassment compared to twenty minutes ago grabs my interest. What could possibly be worse than crawling to your professor on all fours?
"Give me the book." Olivia goes as white as a ghost and purses her lips. She opens her mouth several times to say something, but changes her mind each time and nothing comes out.
"Either give it to me willingly or I'll get it once you get in the car." She's running away from me before I can get another word out. Unfortunately for her, she forgets to pick up her bag, leaving it at my mercy. She gets to the tree closest to the faculty building before she turns around, mouth agape, and sprints to me. Holy fuck, she's fast.
I hold the book out in front of me, flipping through the pages. From the ten seconds I've spent holding it, I gather she’s thinking of us. Flipping through it, I realize it’s annotated, highlighting all the wonderfully filthy things she’s interested in. Oh, now this is fun. Turning my attention from Olivia to the book when she's sprinting at me with the speed of an Olympic athlete was a bad idea. She tackles me like a 6'2" defensive linebacker. I hit the ground with a thud so loud that everyone in the vicinity stops and openly gawks at us. Her thighs wrap around me firmly as she rolls around, trying to pry the book from my fingertips. The carefree moment of fun suddenly dies on me as I take in the growing crowd, right across the courtyard from her father's office, nonetheless.
Any earlier lust between us dissipates as we realize we've fucked up numerous times today, but monumentally now. She unceremoniously rips the book from my hands, picks up the rest of her items, and storms away. As if summoned, storm clouds roll in, threatening rain or snow. I collect myself and my things, casting a glance to my office in debate as to whether I should finish up some work. In the window, James Hamilton stands with his arms crossed and anger so palpable, I can feel it from here.
Fuck. It makes my decision to go home that much easier. I don't know whether Olivia saw him, but with the spectacle and his icy glare, he definitely saw her. I should have known better. I've lost my fucking head in a matter of twenty-four hours. Without a second glance, I get in my car and head for home, berating myself that Olivia Hamilton isn't in the passenger seat.
Chapter Eighteen
Olivia
It'snotlostonme that I can be a bit of a drama queen. By the time I reach the apartment, I'm mentally berating myself for losing my cool and causing what's likely the most scandalous moment since Ryan Jones got a blowjob from a teaching assistant in the library three years ago.
As long as he didn’t read the letter. I’m so lost in thought, staring at the tea kettle like it's going to give me a complementary therapy session that I don't hear Mia come in behind me.
"Bitch, with all due respect, what in the fuck?" Mia exclaims dumbfounded behind me.
I sigh. "Which part?"
"Which part?" she shrieks as I turn around to face her.
"This is going to require something stronger than coffee."
We sit side-by-side, passing the bottle back and forth. Mia's a cross of skepticism and adoration.
"Do you know how many students try to fuck DeLuca?" She shakes my shoulders, drops of wine spill from the bottle still pressed to my lips.
