Page 87 of Brat Baby
“I’d prefer you not distract my class.”
“I promise not to distract your entire class.”
My attention ping-pongs between the two of them as Hudson settles back into his seat and places his phone on the table. Face up.
The message is fucking clear. He is only going to distract one of Derek’s students. Me. He is going to distract me.
I sink down in my chair and wonder if I can quickly work the toy out without anyone noticing. Blood is rushing through my veins so quickly that I feel nauseated and lightheaded.
The room erupts in whispers when Derek glares up at Hudson, but the effect is lessened by the several rows of students between them. If my stomach wasn’t suddenly on a roller coaster while simultaneously battling the urge to pee, I’d be laughing at their clear battle of wills.
Derek eventually looks away, focusing on his computer, hands gripping the sides of the podium like it’s a giant stress ball.
“Ah, Professor King, Timothy Bladecki?” Justin eventually prompts Derek when the silence has drawn out to awkward.
Derek straightens, and where his smile at the beginning of the class was almost completely genuine, now it is mostly forced. “Yes, Timothy Bladecki with a score of 95.5 percent.”
Only now do I notice that the poor guy has been standing since his name was first announced, but because he is on the other side of the room from the door, no one was paying attention.
Okay, while the last name is getting called, I can lean forward and…
“And finally, with our top score, Emery Nicholas with 96 percent.”
My mouth drops open. I… what? What did he just say?
“Please stand, Ms. Nicholas.”
With my hopes of removing the toy completely pulverized, I slowly stand. And as I stand, Derek’s gaze rakes down my body, taking in the way my boobs are very nicely pushed up by thewhite bra he bought me, and then the skin I have on display around my waist, before pausing right where he knows my accessory is. As if trying to work out if it’s on right now.
My throat is fucking dry, but I force myself to stand tall.
“Please give these students a round of applause.”
As the clapping starts, I gasp and struggle to stay standing upright when the toy starts up. There is no warning, no slow increase. Vibes, on my clit and internally, slam into me, my pussy contracting immediately under the onslaught. Now it’s my turn to grip the desk in front of me for dear life.
I sit before the applause is over, and the vibes stop right away. But before I can catch my breath, a hand lands on my shoulder and a male voice speaks quietly against my hair.
“Congrats, Em.” Will’s proximity is so completely unwanted that I almost scream at him to get away from me.
Fortunately, I know that is not a sane reaction to have, so I try to thank him with a smile. But when I look up, my gaze collides with Derek, who looks like he wishes he could burn Will alive. Quickly, I give Will a smile in thanks, shrug him off, then refocus on the front.
Derek’s furious gaze transfers to me, pinning me to the spot. His smile is in place, but it’s tight, more a gritting of his teeth. My mind is screaming that I’m in so much fucking trouble, like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, and that I need to stop this insanity right now. But the rest of my mind is like,yes, burn it all to the ground. Fuck the casualties.
My chest is still heaving when a very gentle, barely there, internal vibe starts back up. It’s just enough to be noticeable, but it’s definitely going to drive me insane.
Warmth starts to build in my core, the pace so slow, I’m able to ignore it for the first few slides of the lecture. Derek’s voice comes through the speakers as he guides us through logarithmic functions, and I manage to take notes.
But like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s all I can fucking think about.
I sit up super straight, tipping my pelvis down into my chair to push against the toy harder, but it barely does anything. What it does manage is to implant the idea that I can rock my pelvis to get more stimulation.
Will anyone notice? Probably. Do I care if they notice? Hard to say.
I mean, I literally know no one in this room besides Will.
And Derek.
And Hudson.
