Page 75 of Pretty Secrets

I should tell her to stop.

I should definitely tell her to stop.

But I’m sure as hell not going to.

Her hot breath filters over my crotch. I jut my hips forward, and in the next instant, she scrapes her teeth down my pants, just over my cock. I grab the edge of the desk in front of me as pleasure spills through my veins.

“You look a little flushed,” the same annoying student observes.

“I’m fine,” I bark, and nearly the whole class turns toward me. I chuckle and peek at the clock on my laptop. Class starts in two minutes. I’ll be mid-lecture before I’ll be ready to empty my cum down her throat.

I peer out at the class. There’s just one more student left to arrive—

That thought quickly obliterates as Eden unbuttons my pants. The zipper comes down next, thankfully drowned out by another student regaling half the class with a story of what he did last night.

She moves my tucked-in shirt up, cupping my cock through my boxers again, her breath hot above my eager dick.

I’m so getting fired, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. She starts to stroke, and my toes curl in my shoes. What I wouldn’t give to see her face right now. Her pretty pursed lips, her stare of concentration. How far does she want this to go? Does she want me to tell the class to leave? Or do I let this play out?

I really didn’t peg her as an exhibitionist, so maybe she’s just trying to tease—see when I’ll put a stop to this. Or maybe the flirty student pushed her over the edge. That bitch is definitely getting an A now.

Actually, I don’t need to know why Eden ended up under my desk, only that she did.

Precisely on time, the last student enters, and I think quickly. Eden’s fingers brush the tip of my cock, and I have to wrangle my control.

“Pop quiz,” I say in greeting. The whole class groans, and I give myself a moment to indulge in one too as Eden fists my dick, pulling it free from my briefs. “Who read last night’s chapter?”

A non-committal sound comes from most of the class. I choose the smartest student so I don’t have to pay attention to what I have planned. “Gary, you’re up first. Pick a lesson from last night’s chapter and teach it to the class. When you’re finished, pick the next person, and so on. You'llallbe evaluated,” I relay, nudging Eden with my foot.

A chuckle comes from underneath the desk, but it was drowned out by more disgruntled sighs. I smirk, hoping she got the message that I’ll be assessing her too. From the fact that she didn’t just shove it into her mouth and start sucking means she’s off to a good start.

“Can we use our textbook?” Gary asks.

“Yes, whatever you need. Begin.”

Gary stands at the front of the class, and he’s the exact distraction I needed as Eden strokes me. The anticipation of feeling her tongue slide along my cock is exhilarating, heightening my own responses.

Gary begins to lecture, but my mind is on Eden, conjuring up images of her face, of her playing with herself at the same time she touches me. She drags her palms up under my shirt, spreading her fingertips wide over my abs, then back down again, enclosing her fist around the base of my cock.

She licks the tip first, and I inhale a breath. I have a tremendous amount of willpower under normal circumstances, but this is anything but normal. I place my elbow on the desk, holding my head up with my palm and attempting to keep my face neutral while I sneak my other hand down. She reaches her free hand to connect with mine, tracing her fingertips over my palm and up my forearm at the same time she closes her lips around my cock, stroking and swallowing me.

She moans, and a few people in the front row peer around, but go right back to listening to Gary. I pitch my hips forward, using my hand to filter through her hair and cradling her head as she takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth. The chair rocks, and I have to spread my knees wider, using the side of the desk to keep from moving.

She takes me all the way in, my tip hitting the back of her throat where it sends a jolt through me. Her hand around me tightens as she increases her rhythm. Another moan escapes her, and I pull on her hair in warning. She opens her mouth wide, licking the underside of my cock as if to snark back at me, but then she’s sucking me down again, fisting me into her mouth with the perfect amount of pressure.

Her free hand curves up my hips, biting into me almost for leverage as she increases the pace. It’s becoming impossible not to react. I’m going to burst holding back.

She stays at the tip, sucking and sucking with little motion until my fingers curl into her hair and I force her all the way down. “Oh, fuck,” I growl when she gets to the base.

Gary turns to look at me, as does the rest of the class. I have to think fast. “This is pathetic,” I grumble. “The worst—” She scrapes her teeth down my cock, and I nearly come out of my seat. “I’m going to give you guys one more chance, but not today. Today, I want you all out of my class. Now. Go back, study the damn chapter, and be ready.” The students look around stunned, mostly Gary. I honestly haven’t been paying attention to a damn word he’s said. He could be teaching the material better than me, but I’ll never know. “Now,” I growl out.

The students pack their stuff with wide eyes and low whispers. Gary sticks by the desk, but when I don’t even look up at him, he stalks toward his seat to grab his things. It’s the flirter that comes up to my desk next as the other students file out. “Can you tell me more of what you’d like to see from us, Alaric?”

“I’d like to see you get out of my classroom,” I bite out. “Shut the door behind you.”

She presses her lips together, but my harsh words do the trick. When the last student leaves, shutting the door behind them, I push away from the desk, and my dick pops free from Eden’s mouth. She smirks, her fingers shoved down her panties and rubbing. “Do I get a bad grade?” she pouts playfully. “Pathetic, you called it?”

I groan, the sound almost foreign to my ears. I crook my finger at her. “Come here, Eden Astor. I need to watch you suck my cock.”

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