#what's with the tantalizing eyes and small hitched smile like she's also accepting his “wanting” it's killing me

[plsbyallmeans]

leaning involves wanting and accepting.

[halfway-happyyy]

I've been losing my mind working at a mall on a stand type of thing all by myself and was wondering if you could write a nice piece of Alex coming over to help me spend the time after I text him something like "Please come save me, this is so boring." which leads to him flirting with me and maybe taking me to his place for some good time. 😏 All help to spend my shift entertained is so very welcomed. 😂 Also, love your writing to bits and you're my favourite writer in a long time. ❤

hello friend! thanks for requesting! changed this up a little bit, hope ya don’t mind. it is under a cut because it’s a little long and spicy. tw: oral sex

“I have something to tell you,”

Disappointment dripped from his tone even over the crackle of the telephone wire and she knew immediately what he was about to tell her.

“I won’t be home for Christmas this year, kid.”

She let the silence take shape around them, took a hearty sip of her wine while she counted the seconds in between and then simply said, “Okay, Alex.”

“I tried to figure out a way to get away from set for a few days and it’s just… it’s not in the cards this year. I’m sorry, my love.”

She had never once faulted him for this. How could she? Acting- working, was something that came as naturally to him as breathing and so it was something that she accepted when they decided to give this thing a proper go. She just wasn’t always happy about it. “Don’t apologize, Alex. I’ll see you in a few weeks. I’m sure there will be mountains of leftovers for you, so we can have our own dinner when you get here.”

An audible sigh of relief on the other end. “Have I told you yet today?”

Her face broke into a wide grin and she shook her head. “Nope.”

“I love you endlessly, kid.”

God, just hearing those five words never got old.

“I love you too, Alex.”

~

Old man Winter had taken her city by storm, and a healthy heaping of fresh snow covered nearly every surface in sight. As the coffee machine in the corner of the café spluttered to life- the familiar first sounds of a day on the verge of starting, she watched the world outside her small window rouse from its stillness. It never really went to sleep, but there were moments that the noise dwindled to a low hum and she found something satisfying in watching it resume its natural cacophony. Her eyes fell shut as she inhaled the tantalizing aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the croissants baking in the oven and she turned the corner to the back room to marvel at her baker Cait, as she rolled out the second batch of bread dough for the day. An apprentice baker at the tender age of twenty-two, and already inexplicably talented, she had been a total godsend to her team, and she smiled at the thought of it.

“Good morning, Cait. Coffee’s ready when you are.”

Her baker glanced up from her ministrations, traces of flour dusted her forehead and the side of her cheek and she beamed happily. “Sounds good boss. I’m just about finished with this run.”

Nodding her head, she ducked out of the back room, returning to the front so that she could finish putting the last tray of fresh butter tarts into the front showcase. Dusting her hands on her apron, she surveyed the café one last time before heading to the front window to flip around the closed sign. She stood for a moment to watch fat snowflakes fall in droves from the steel-grey sky and wondered how busy the shop could possibly be with weather like that. The timer on the oven sounded the end of the croissants baking time, and she walked the short distance to the rational where she pulled on a pair of mitts and took them out, placing them on the silver rack next to her. Tossing the mitts on top of the rack, she took the liberty of making Cait’s coffee the way that she knew she liked it and brought it into the back room for her.

“Think it’s going to be busy today?” Cait asked, with a sigh.

She glanced up at the calendar above their heads and frowned. Sunday before Christmas. “Hard to tell. But I hope so,” She had been about to say something else, but the familiar tinkle of bells above the front door rang out signaling the arrival of a customer. Taking a healthy sip of the delicious amber liquid, she excused herself to attend to their first patron of the day. Rounding the corner into the café, her breath hitched in her throat when she caught sight of Alexander’s figure in the doorway; head down and brushing flakes of snow from the sleeves of his navy pea coat. When he was finished, he lifted his gaze to hers and smiled. “Hi, kid.”

She untied the apron around her stomach and threw it onto the hook next to her, closing the gap between them in seconds. Reaching up on tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. “You’re here,” She murmured, breathlessly.

He rubbed reassuring circles into her back and nodded his head. “Surprise.”

They stayed embraced for a long while, each reveling in the feeling of being home in one another’s arms.

“Can I get you anything?” She asked, eventually.

“Yes, coffee please. It was an early morning.”

She reached up to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek and excused herself to make his coffee. “Anything else?” She called out.

He cocked his head to the side; a simpering look tugged the edges of his lips upward and she could not ignore the mischievous glint in his blue eyes, or the way that it caused goosebumps to bloom over her arms. “Yes, actually. I was wondering if you’d like to come home with me.”

Her eyes widened and she elicited a breathless laugh. “Come home with you? Right now?”

Alexander nodded his head finitely. “Yes, right this very minute.”

She had been about to protest, but Cait cleared her throat from behind her and stepped forward, her voice low. “Henry just pulled in out back. Go enjoy yourself.”

“What about the shop? What if it gets busy?”

Cait resisted the urge to roll her hazel eyes, and instead shrugged her shoulders. “We can handle it. Go on.”

Alexander lifted his coffee in cheers and tossed a wink her way. “Thanks, Cait.”

~

Their walk home had been silent save for the muted crunch of snow beneath their boots. There had been a lot of things that she wanted to ask him, a lot that she wanted to say to him, but she found she was content just to have him beside her, to have the warmth of his hand envelop her own. They had managed to make it home before the snow started getting really bad, and she was beyond grateful to have the rest of the day with him. Discarding their winter attire in the front hall closet, he led her by hand to their bedroom at the end of the hall where he entered and took a seat at the edge of the bed. “I’ve missed you kid,” He mused. She closed the gap between them to stand between his parted thighs and cradled his head in her hands. His arms encircled her waist, and he pressed a series of gentle kisses to her clothed chest.

“I’ve missed you too, Alex.”

He pulled away to gaze up at her, his glassy blue orbs alight with a fire she had come to recognize well. She could lose herself for hours in those eyes if she wanted to; flecks of gold in whirlpools of azure, they were her favourite physical feature of his.

Alexander pushed a stray whisp of hair behind her ear, sighing contedly. “What is that breathtaking mind of yours thinking of, hm?” He murmured.

She traced a featherlight fingertip from his temple down to the chiseled line of his jaw. “Nothing you haven’t heard before.”

Alexander brought her hand to his lips and kissed the palm of it, tenderly. “Undress for me?”

She stepped back against the wall to do as she was asked, toying with the hem of her t shirt as she did so. She lifted it up past her abdomen, over her neck, and dropped it to the hardwood floor beneath her. Unzipping her jeans, she shimmied out of the constricting denim and watched it pool around her feet. She noticed the erection growing steadily in the crotch of her lover’s own jeans and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth at the mere thought of it. Reaching around her back for the clasp on her bra, she undid that too and let the flimsy fabric fall to the ground, gathering with the rest of the discarded clothing. Taking a steadying breath, she pulled the panties from her legs and kicked them to the side, now entirely naked before him. Alexander cleared his throat and rose from the bed, only to drop to his knees, fully clothed, before her. His arms circled her hips as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her lower belly. Sucking two fingers into his mouth, he got them slick with his spit, and teased them at her wet entrance. Quivering with unbridled anticipation above him, the weight of what was about to happen, was not at all lost on her as he pressed fiery kisses to the tops of her thighs and hipbones. Wordlessly, he had her lift her leg over his shoulder as he bent forward to lick a long, wet stripe up her slit. Stopping at the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top, he pressed warm, wet circles into it and was rewarded with a long, low groan from the base of her throat.

“Just like that, Alex…” She gasped.

He nodded against her. “I’ve got you, kid.”

Pressing a kiss to her clit, he repeated the kitten-lick up her core, earning him another loud, breathy moan. Pulling away from her, he blew a steady stream of cool air over her heated center, grinning at how her body sang for him. “You’re not going to last long, baby girl.”

She tilted her back against the wall, fingers finding purchase in the locks of hair that had grown tenfold since she had last laid eyes on him. She began to massage his head methodically, which caused him to groan longingly against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of white-hot pleasure straight to the center of her clit. Licking long, firm stripes up her core with the flat of his tongue he eventually began to fuck her with it, causing her to tremble violently above him.

“Don’t stop…” Her voice wavered warningly, as she ground herself against his face. Alexander listened to her words and to the exact way in which her body responded to his care and kept up the rhythm in which he was eating her out. Her orgasm began to build like a fire in the pit of her belly, the familiar coil of nerves wound unbearably tight and ready to unravel at a moment’s notice. “Oh, god…” Alexander gripped her hips in his hands, his fingernails leaving miniscule crescent-shaped indentations in the soft skin there. He alternated between fucking her with his tongue, and suckling at her clit, grazing his teeth along the sensitive bundle of nerves as he did so. She arched her back against his mouth, reveling in the extra sensation of his stubbled jaw against the velvety skin of her inner thighs. “Oh god, Alex- He groaned and nodded against her tight, wet core, coaxing the looming release from her. She stilled against his face, arching her back high against the wall as her orgasm ripped through her like a blaze out of control. She shivered against him as he continued to lap up every ounce of honey she had to offer him and when she had recovered for the most part, he placed open-mouthed kisses to her clit and rose off his knees, to tower above her. His eyes- though still the same hue of blue they were before he had gifted her with her orgasm, were now nearly black, his pupils dilated and blown over with lust. “I want you to come for me now,” She murmured, voice entirely wrecked for the time being. She peeled Alexander’s shirt from his body, throwing it next to the pile of her own discarded clothing. Unzipping his jeans, she pulled the useless material from his toned legs and tossed them off to the side. Glancing up, she noticed the head of his erect cock straining hard against the fabric of his sky-blue boxer briefs, had begun to leak pre-come, leaving a small, wet circle in the thin fabric. Her mouth watered hungrily at the memory of how it tasted, as she hooked two fingertips into the waistband of his underwear and smirked up at him. She teased the boxers down his thighs, his hard cock springing free from the all-consuming material. She watched a bead of pre-come glisten at the head- the urge to lap it up was almost unbearable.

“Go on, baby…” Alexander murmured. She took him into her hands, grasping him firmly, and licked a long stripe up from the base of his cock to the head, reveling in salty brininess of the fluid gathered at the head of his cock. She couldn’t resist taking more of him into her mouth, and she did until she felt him at the base of her throat. He groaned loudly and pushed a little farther in, causing tears to spring up in the depths of her eyes. “Fuck,” He groaned loudly. “Always taking this cock so fucking well, baby girl… every inch I have to give you,” He pulled out of the hot wetness of her mouth and jutted his chin out toward the bed. “On the bed, babe…” She passed the back of her hand over her mouth and rose from her feet to do as she was told. Falling back against the down pillows breathlessly, she watched with a hooded gaze as Alexander clambered onto the bed before her. He crawled up over her body so that he was straddling her chest and took his cock into his hand. “I know how much you love watching me touch myself.” He began to move a tight fist up and down the length of himself, tossing his head back each time he passed over a particularly sensitive spot. “Fuck,” He breathed out.

She watched a bead of pre-come roll down the underside of his shaft, and swallowed hard. “I want another taste,”

Alexander swiped a fingertip beneath his head to collect some of the moisture there and held it out for her to lick off, which she did happily. Sucking his fingertip into her mouth, he let her keep it there while he worked his fist harder down the length of his cock. “Jesus,” He gasped under his breath. “I’m close, baby…”

“Come for me, Alex… make a mess.”

Her pleas seemed to spur his orgasm on, and he dropped his head back as a low, desperate groan ripped from the base of his throat. His fist stilled against his sensitive head as he tumbled over the edge in violent waves, coating her breasts in his warm, opaque fluid. “Fuck,” He sighed after a few moments of trying to regulate his breathing. He lifted himself from her and off the bed, disappearing into their on-suite bathroom in search of a towel to clean her off. Approaching her, he wiped the towel gently over her chest and cleaned her off as best as he could. Sidling down into bed beside her, he gathered her hand in his and brought it to his lips.

“Thanks for surprising me and rescuing me from work today, Alex.” She yawned, softly.

He kissed her tenderly. “Any damn day, kid. Merry Christmas.”

🤶🎄🎅🎁

[sweetestlamb]

How Do I Look?

Summary: Mun Yeong and Gang-Tae spend their first weekend apart. Things go really well.

Author's Note: I intended for this to be less gutter filth but I'm a pervert so you got this instead. Sorry. A little. I'm the worst. I know. I promise to try to stop being a hornball and write something sweet and wholesome. 

P.s. I just did some edits, so any errors should now be fixed. Thank you to everyone sharing my story, y’all are the realest.  I’ll be posting this on AO3 as well to get that fandom recognized soon. 

The sunlight shines intensely through the windows and Mun Yeong wonders how much it would cost to stop that, just turn off the sunlight that perpetually ruins her sleep every morning. Those ridiculous birds are always chirping outside her window clearly in cahoots with the sun. With menacing eyes she glares at them all.

The cursed Castle is quiet. Still. It is her first weekend alone. She sighs in frustration, annoyed that he planned on keeping his word and going back to the live- in cook and two-faced bitch's house. Threatening to kill him if they left hadn’t convinced him and that was the only thing she could think of to say to him. What other reason could she ask him to stay?

Stay for me.

No. That would scare him away too. Or maybe his answer would scare her. All the same, now she was alone in this huge Castle and she didn't know if she could stand it. The castle felt so much more alive with them here. When they cleaned that day it was as if breathe had been pumped into the lungs of the castle. It no longer felt like she was living in a cemetery.

She didn't want to share him and especially not with that bitch.

Eyes scanning the room, she thought of something to do to pass the time. I want to go and kidnap him. But. He had seemed excited at the thought of seeing Jae-Soo , his dimwitted friend who ran a chicken farm or something. It must have been nice to have a friend. Someone who wanted to be around you, not for money or prestige just because they liked you. She tried to remember if she ever had anyone like that. Anyone besides him.

Lost in her thoughts her eyes landed on her shoes. Black heels, patent leather, five inch heel, crimson red bottom. She had seen them in a store and knew she had to have them. The fact that they were in someone else's hands was a minor inconvenience that a well placed glare solved. The last ones too. Destiny. What do you think you're doing? The minor inconvenience had gasped as she placed the heels on her own feet and found they were a perfect fit. Some things were meant to be.

Shopping, could be fun.

Her over-sized sunglasses dwarfed her face intentionally, she did not need fans approaching her. She knew that her face would do a great job at deterring them as well, resting bitch face was her natural face. She had already been to many different stores. Bags hung from her hand as she approached the next store. Heels clicking rhythmically, she entered and a slow "wow" left her lips as she looked up at the outfit adorning the body of a mannequin.

I want it.

"How can I help you today ma'am?" A young woman approached her with eager steps, plastic smile stretched across her face. She didn't answer verbally, instead pointed at the mannequin. The woman nodded and retrieved an exact replica for her.

"We also have changing rooms." She stated pointing to the rooms in the back but she shook her head no. "I will take it." A smiled dipped across her face that would make the Cheshire cat proud. Now she knew exactly now to have some fun.

Gang-Tae laughed as Jae-Soo swung his arms around recalling the customer who tried to bring their cat in for a free caricature drawing from Sang-Tae.

"Pizza is not for feline companions. Most cats are lactose intolerant and you should not give them any dairy. They will vomit or even have diarrhea and it is very painful for their butthole. You must not give your cat any dairy products." His brother quickly added from his corner, where he laid on his stomach rapidly reading another one of Mun-Yeong's stories.

He snickered and imagined how disgusted she would look if she were here. Rose petal lips twisted in distaste. It had been hours since he had left her and he wondered what she was doing? Sharpening knives? Scaring small animals?

But he didn't have to wonder for long because his phone vibrated in his pocket and her name lit up on the screen. She would probably try to convince him to come home again, ignoring his decision to leave on the weekends. Not understanding that he needed time away, being around her all the time was difficult enough. Seeing her every morning and every night was hard. It would be easy if he could convince his eyes to stop looking at her. But alas, they were disobedient. So the weekends were his only escape from her spell.

He carelessly opened her message and then pressed it shut. Feeling a flush run from the tips of his toes to top of his head. His breath hitched and his blood simmered. Was it possible to hyperventilate and pass out and die from lack of oxygen? He was about to figure out.

Maybe I'm dreaming right now. This is just another one of those dreams. I fell asleep and I'm dreaming.

He almost convinced himself until another message came. And with trembling hands he excused himself to the bathroom and shakily sat on the toilet. Taking a deep calming breathe, fortifying himself only to crumble like a sandcastle when he opened the message.

How do I look?

Her feet were encased in red heels, dainty like the rest of her. But it was the rest that felt him grasping for breathe. A red corset hugged her body making her already small waist look impossibly slim delicate even, but he knew better, her panties were connected to thigh high matching stockings.He had never seen anything this tempting.  He briefly wondered how they would feel on his skin. How would she feel on his skin?

When the phone began to vibrated in his hands, he almost dropped it. He stared down at the phone, fear and lust both raging in his body. Until he finally accepted the call, I must be crazy.

"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed genuinely wondering why she wanted to kill him today.

"Did you like the picture? I got this today. If you were home you could have helped me put it on." She proceeded, ignoring his question and proceeding to kill him further. "But don't worry, if you hurry home you can still help me take it off."

"Stop. Stop talking." He begged. 

She didn't.

"It feels amazing on my skin." She moaned into his ear with that voice of hers, and he felt shivers run though his body just like when she had blown in his ears. "You can't see but it's crotch-less too, so easy access. We don't even need to take it off to have fun!"

He didn't understand how she could say these things as if she were a salesperson simply listing the benefits of the product. Was it possible to die from over-stimulation? Was today his last day? He forced himself not to look at the picture to find the slit she was referring too.

"Please stop." He pleaded again, pleading to both her and his traitor of a body that was now awake and fully aboard with everything she was selling. He glared down at the tent in his jeans, wondering if that would kill him actually, lack of blood available to flow to his brain.

"I miss you, come home."

Those words went straight to his heart without his permission. She really was an unstoppable force. It probably didn't help that he wasn't trying hard to stop her. Or at all.

"I can't." He really, really wanted to. The pin was precariously on the edge. 

She huffed on the other side of the phone and he expected her to explode, volatile, a ticking time bomb ready to detonate but instead she quietly responded, "How do I look?"

"Amazing. You look amazing." He said honestly, stupidly. It took everything in him to not open the message again and see the tantalizing photo again, imagining her wrapped around him as he slammed her into the nearest wall, listening to her moans as he played with her sweet wetness through the new deadly panties. His breathes were a fast staccato, and she moaned at the sound, "It would look even better on the floor."

He didn't get a chance to reply because there was a loud knock on the door.

"Gang-Tae are you okay? We're going to get food, do you want to come?"

He cleared his throat before answering, "No, no you go ahead. I need a minute."

Jae-Soo was silent for a second before he responded, "Okay make sure to use an air freshener we'll see you soon."

He signed in relief glad that he didn't ask any questions. Better they thought he was having stomach problems. 

"Only a minute? That fast huh?" She teased. 

"Stop saying nonsense!" He angrily retorted, blush blooming all over his face and chest. Embarrassed that it really would be that fast, seeing her like that had awakened something primal in him.  His erection wasn't going to go down on its own and he didn't have much time until Jae-Su and his brother were back. Shame washed over him.

"I...um have to go"

"No you don't. I just heard you, you told them to go ahead because you need a..... Oooooooh" He squeezed his eyes shut at her sound of recognition, he felt powerless. His hand was already creeping down to his heavy erection. It felt like it was throbbing now and the sounds she made naturally weren't helping.

"I can stay. I can help, do you want me to send more pictures? I can take one in nothing, if you'd like." She offered and he could hear her moving, and he shouted before she could actually kill him, "NO!!" He didn't want the first time he saw her....like that to be an image. He wanted to be able to touch. If she sent that picture he might run to the castle and....no. He didn't need anymore photos.

"I have to go. Goodbye." He repeated, hand reaching its target and the pleasure was instant, his knees buckled as he almost fell to the ground.

"You sound incredible, send me a photo too. I want to see."

He looked down at this dick, head disappearing and reappearing in his grip. Fluid dripping down the sides, easing his way.

"Okay. You sound like you're having fun. I'll leave you to it. Come home tomorrow." And just like that she was gone. He groaned wanting to shout her name and maybe cry a little. Why did she have to play with him like this, he couldn't handle this. The phone fell from his grip, clattering to the side.

He pulled and twisted, feeling the end approaching as he tugged himself to completion, images of Mun-Yeong spread across his bed with him thrusting into her filling his head. She would be wild under him, giving as good as she got, nails clawing at his back.

With, a final thrust he felt his cum flew out, surging though his body violently, ultimately bringing him to his knees. "Ko Mun-Yeong!!" He rasped out as his vision blurred and after a long minute he opened his eyes, looking down at the mess he had made.

Cum stains dripped down his phone.

"Wow"

He looked down at the phone in shock.

She never hung up.

[hoodoo12]

Love your work so freaking much! Could you do a professor Rick on the citadel with a female student? Maybe college or grad school. But where she is the pursuer, not the Rick (she is top of the class and does not need to do anything for good grades haha). I love confident characters going after Rick!

I hope you don’t mind NSFW … :)

Cheating was, and is, considered mostlyacceptable in the Citadel. Expected, almost. Just when the Professors thoughtthey’d seen it all, some student came up with a new way to beat the system andinflate their grade point average.

Actual teacher seduction was fairlyuncommon, however, although not entirely unheard of. It carried a stigma: itwas the desperate act of a failing student. No one bragged about bedding ateacher when everyone knew it was a last, sniveling hope.

Professor Rick had turned downseveral offers through the years; he could count on two fingers the number heaccepted that were too tantalizing to turn down. He was always displeased ifone of his law students was groveling before him, trying to earn half a grade pointhigher, but was rarely disappointed in the actual act if he consented to thestudent’s proposition.

Hewas confused, however, by the offer on the desk before him.  Literally.

The woman was not fawning or cowering, as was typical.  She strode right up, waited until he stoppedwriting, and took a seat on the desk without a word.  She hiked her skirt—the school’s requiredpleated uniform—and spread her knees slightly as she did so; it was plain toobserve she wore very little underneath.

In response, to buy more time, Rick only glanced up at her.

“I want you,” slid out of her mouth. A hint of a smile played at her lips.

Rick watched for a moment more. His silence was taken as, if not a full invitation, at least not adismissal, and she leaned down closer to her Professor’s face.  The pupils of her eyes were dilated behindhalf closed lids.

A pale pink tongue slithered along equally pink lips.  In spite of himself, Rick felt his gaze drawnto the slick movement.

“I want you,” she repeated.

Rick was loathe to admit it aloud, but wasn’t able to stop the wordsfrom his mouth.  “I don’t understand.”

A smirk curled her lips.  

“I want you, Professor,” she said slowly, enunciating carefully.

“You’re not failing my class,” Rick insisted.  “You’re doing quite well.”

“Yes, I know,” she agreed.  Shereached forward and placed her hand on Rick’s chest. She slipped it easilythrough the front of his robe. Idly her fingers worked at the buttons.

Rick caught a short breath as the slender digits found their wayunderneath and stroked the skin over his quickening heart.  Then came a slight pinch, and his nipplehardened. She leaned forward, into his personal space.

Still confused and increasingly alarmed, Rick repeated himself with anote of panic evident in his voice. “I don’t understand!”

“What’s to understand?” she asked in answer. “I want us to fuck.”

Before Rick could protest more, her lips covered his.  Her tongue slipped delicately passed his lipsand teeth and touched his own.  Ittasted, faintly, of champagne.

It would be difficult to blame her aggression on alcohol, however. Whenhe didn’t shake her off she grew bolder, nimbly undoing all of his shirt plushis belt buckle and closure of his trousers even as she slid off his desk. Shenever stopped kissing him, her tongue lapping at his teasingly then pressinghard behind his upper teeth. She straddled his legs but didn’t sit in his lap.

When his clothing was opened and he was laid bare before her, shepaused, finally.

Rick tried to catch his breath as she stood up before him, but ithitched in his throat again as she made short work of her own blouse. Her lacybra latched in the front—a deliberate choice, he had no doubt—and she unhookedit too, then pushed both articles of clothing just off her shoulders.

She cupped her tits, pushing them together to create cleavage, and whenhis hand reached for her, he was surprised she batted it away.

Holding one breast and rolling the nipple, her other hand slid down herbelly, down her thigh, to the hem of her skirt. She hiked it and her fingerswere lost in the dark recess there.

Rick’s gaze darted between what her right hand was doing with hernipple and what her left hand may be doing beneath her skirt. When she broughtit back out into the light, though, and brought her fingers to her mouth, hecouldn’t tear his eyes away from the digits disappearing between her lips, andthe shine on them when she extracted them.

She dropped her tit, and lifted the hem of the skirt. Standing with herlegs outside his knees displayed her trimmed pussy, and her spit coated fingersdipped between her folds.

She hummed self-approval deep in her throat, and Rick shifted in hischair.

He watched her hand work herself, small circles on her clitinterspersed with a heavier pressure. His breath came quicker, like hers, andwhen he glanced back up at her face, she wasn’t watching him, but had her eyesclose, concentrating.

She did stop to rewet her fingers, and when she went deeper—evenwithout seeing it graphically, he knew she pushed the same slick fingers intoher pussy—his hand went to his stiff cock, giving it a stroke.

Just like she’d done before, she slapped his own hand away fromhimself.

Rick’s eyes shot up to hers. Now she was watching him, as if daring himto try and touch his arousal again.

He could play that game. Deliberately he gripped his thighs, fingersdigging into the fabric of his trousers. He worked to make his expressionneutral.

Satisfied that was going to heed her, she picked her skirt up againwith the hand she’d corrected him with, and started pleasuring herself again.Once, twice, more she put her fingers into her mouth. The sounds of her hand ather pussy faint and wet.

As much as he tried, Rick couldn’t keep the façade he wasn’t turned on.He panted and shifted again in his seat, and licked his lips.

When she saw that, her left hand came again from her groin again.Before he understood what she meant to do with it, she rubbed her fingertips onhis mouth, and slipped them between his lips, onto his tongue.

The taste of her filled his mouth. An involuntary sound wormed outaround them, then he closed his mouth and sucked them dry.

He glanced up at her, and there was approval on her face.

Before he was ready, she pulled her hand away. Another noise, a littlesurprised, a little distressed, escaped him.

She smiled down at him.

Then, making sure she had his full attention, she licked the inside ofher fingers and spit into her palm. Like her hand was a magnet, his eyescouldn’t be drawn away as she reached down to him, and coated his cock with thewet. Her thumb slipped up and over the tip, gathering the slicker pre-come thatbeaded there.

Rick gasped at the brief but desired contact.

Satisfied with the lubrication, she took another short steps forwardand sank down, holding his cock steady as she found the exact right spot topush onto him. He dropped his arms to his sides to give her room. Just beforeRick tipped his head back at the sweet sensation of his cock being gripped byher pussy, he saw she had her lip caught between her teeth and her own eyesclosed.

She didn’t stop moving until the backs of her thighs rested on his, andhe was balls’ deep in silky heat.

She gave him a moment to adjust to the sensations jolting through hiscore. When he was just about used to it, just about to make some comment about,“what are you waiting for?”, she clenched internally around  him.

Rick jerked and moaned, and couldn’t help grabbing at her waist,needing more contact.

When she stopped squeezing him, he managed to open his eyes to find hersmiling coyly down at him.

With her eyes locked on his, she began a measured, forceful bounce onhis lap. The blend of sinking so deeply into her and friction as she liftedherself up—how could she take his full cock and her pussy still be sotight?—was more than he could take, too quickly. The sight of her in his lap,her tits jumping with each of her movements, a flush creeping up her cheeks,her pretty mouth opened also made him gasp and clutch at her more firmly.

All that combined with the two of them still being mostly clothed, fuckingin his classroom at his desk where any other Professor or student or even theDean could simply walk in and find them—this was indecent! Shameful! He couldlose his position—he could—

With an involuntary cry, without any warning to her, Rick came. Shejust so happened to be on the down stroke of her movements, so he was seated asdeeply as possible in her pussy.

He heard her whisper, “Oh fuck,oh yes—“

—and felt rather than saw her archagainst him. Through his own residual bliss he felt her pussy contractrhythmically around his cock, drawing the last of his ejaculate into herthrough her own orgasm.

After a long moment, he was able toopen his eyes.

She was watching him again, a lookof satisfaction and appreciation in her smile now. He could feel her thighsshaking, so he didn’t let her hips so to give her some stability as shecarefully stood up and got out of his lap. Once upright, she picked a fewtissues out of the box on his desk and handed them to him to mop himself upwhile she re-fastened her bra and blouse.

“You, you don’t want any?” he asked,indicating the tissues.

“I like to feel your come on mypussy and running down my legs,” she replied.

Rick would never have guessed fromher stellar performance in his class she was so filthy. He loved it.

Finished with collecting herself,even though he had not, she gave him a cheeky grin.

 “I’d give you an A, Professor,” shetold him seriously. “Would’ve been a A+ if you’d kept your hand off your cock.Maybe next time, huh?”

Before he could answer—snap at herfor insolence, tell her there wouldn’t be a next time because he had to thinkof his career, or unbecomingly beg to know when—she flounced out the door.

He’d have to study hard to be readyfor her next test.

 fin.