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“No,” she whispered. “But what are you going to do to him?”
“Don’t worry about that,” I said, not pulling my gaze away from those tantalizing eyes once. I wanted her to know that tonight, tomorrow, and from here on out, she would be mine. All mine, for nobody to steal.
“But—”
“No,” I said sternly.
She snapped her mouth closed, then nodded. “Okay.”
I grabbed her hand and led her to the passenger side of my car, opening the door and allowing her to slip into the car. I followed and sat in the driver’s seat, locking the doors, starting up the car, and gently grasping her chin once more.
“You’re mine, Sierra Monroe,” I said, gliding my thumb across her lower lip. “And you’ll know that by the end of the night.”
11
sierra
“I hope you don’t mind getting messy today, Sierra,” Professor Patton murmured.
I stared up at him from my desk, my core growing warm. After peering down at my desk, I shuffled my legs together, desperate to suppress the lingering ache between them. I didn’t know what had happened, but I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since the last class. He had split the last class by gender, but we were back to men and women being together.
“What’s today’s class, Professor?”
Professor Patton leaned against his desk, his biceps flexing against his baby-blue dress shirt. “Squirting 101.”
My eyes grew wide. “Wh-what?”
He stepped toward me and placed his large hands on my desktop, leaning forward. “You are going to help me teach the class how to make a woman squirt,” he repeated, as if I needed clarification.
“But I … I can’t squirt. I have never done it before. It’s impossible for me.”
“Oh, Sierra,” he said, cupping my chin and forcing me to gaze up into his dark eyes. “Nothing is impossible for you.” He slowly drew his thumb across my lower lip. “I can make you do anything.”
It sounded like a promise, like one day, I’d fall deep under his charm and do anything he wanted—not because I wanted a good grade in his class, but because I needed his cock, because I was mesmerized by it, hypnotized by him.
Once everyone joined class, Professor Patton looked at me and tapped his desk, as if he wanted me to hop up onto it so he could begin. I glanced around nervously—not that I should be anxious because these guys had been inside me on Thursday night—and scurried to the front of the class.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Sierra has volunteered to help me in today’s class, where you’ll learn how to make a woman squirt.” He sprawled his large hand across the desk and glanced at me. “Why don’t you pull off your clothes and slide on up here?”
After gulping, I shimmied out of my skirt, panties, and tank top, then slid onto his desk. I hadn’t squirted ever before and didn’t even think it was possible for me. What if I … I couldn’t and I ruined his entire demonstration?
“Lie back,” he ordered.
Core warming, I did as he’d told me and lay back atop the papers spread across his desk. He crouched between my thighs, pulled my right leg over his left shoulder, and grabbed the back of my other leg in his hand.
“First,” he announced to the class, “get her wet.”
Without any further instruction, he dipped his head between my thighs and drew his tongue across my aching clit while looking up at me. I clenched and gripped the edges of the table, core pulsing already.
His stubble tickled my inner thighs as he flicked his tongue across my clit over and over again, making the bud even more sensitive to the touch. He gently placed my thigh onto his other shoulder and trailed his fingers down to my entrance, rubbing the wetness without pushing it inside me.
“Tease her pussy until you can see it pulse around nothing but air.” He moved away from my aching pussy slightly to show the class how it clenched down on nothingness and stared up at me, lowering his voice. “So desperate for me to be inside you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
When he slipped one finger into me, I clamped down on it and squeezed. I needed more of him, more of this. He knew exactly how to touch me to drive me closer to orgasm. He flicked his tongue across my clit again and inserted another finger.
As he stuffed me full with a third finger, he sucked my clit between his lips. I squirmed in his hold, pussy pulsing, and whimpered, the pressure rising quickly inside me. Like I usually did, I tightened my abdomen to build up to the orgasm faster, racing to that high.
