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Flopping on my bed, I spread my legs and lightly ran my fingertips along the cotton covering my pussy, feeling the dampness of the fabric while I bit my lip. My chest started rising and falling faster as I traced over the subtle shape of my swollen clit through the fabric.
Every memory from earlier was playing in a montage in my brain.
Especially the one where he’d stood up and I’d gotten a quick look at his dick size. Not hard, of course. But…I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
My other hand slid up my stomach to grab my breast and I tilted my head back. Electricity was skimming the length of my bare skin, crackling, lighting me up. I kept teasing myself, my fingers itching to grab my vibrator, but I forced myself to wait, to draw it out.
Micah.
Heavy heat settled in my veins, simmering and simmering.
The pad of my finger brushed back and forth over my clit gently. I wanted so much more. Needed so much more. He looked at me as if he was my most natural predator, and I wanted those teeth inside of me, tearing, claiming.
Sweat cooling on my back, I finally took off my underwear and grabbed my vibrator, trembling with anticipation. My thumb pressed the button to turn it on and I rolled it against my clit softly, breathy moans building in my chest.
Fantasies filled my head.
Sucking his cock under the desk, getting fucked hard while bent over it, sitting on the edge while he licked my pussy. Indulgent, dominant, controlling, filthy.Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Just, fuck.
Chapter 20
Dakota
The polymers lab report had been due over the weekend, and my group had turned it in just in time—huge thanks to me, obviously. I was irritated about it, but I didn’t have any reason to besurprisedby it. Having to do more than my fair share of the work was something I’d gotten used to.
I wasn’t the type of person who could let something important sit unfinished and waiting to be completed, and I didn’t have enough of a voice to tell other people to do it, even when it was really their job. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if I didn’t feel that pressure, that stress looming over my head. Some people didn’t seem to have that. Maybe I envied them.
Lecture was feeling especially long today, mostly because I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time I’d seen Dr. Killshaw.
Late at night. Totally isolated. His eyes on me.Only on me.
My gaze lingered onhimmore than his lecture slides; my mind thought abouthimmore than differential pressure flow meters.
Do you ever think about me, too?
I was lightly tapping the capped end of my pen against my notebook, working up my courage. After class, I planned to go talk to him at his desk.
I actuallydidhave a question for him this time, but that wasn’t the only reason I was planning to go up there. I needed more proof, more security. Something normal and steady and stable to slot into my mind, to stop it spiraling. The time when he’d ignored me in lab was either a misinterpretation or a one-off event.
At least, that was what I hoped.
My eyes wandered over to the window, catching sight of the tree branches swaying together. A squirrel darted across the grass, then over the dead pine needles under the tree, disappearing up the trunk, fluffy gray tail twitching. I reached for my locket, running it along the chain on my neck, warming the metal between my fingers.
Class ended a few minutes later, and I took my time packing my bag, making my way up to the front of the room where Dr. Killshaw’s desk sat. He saw me approaching, but I couldn’t read his expression.
“Dr. Killshaw,” I started, coming to a stop right in front of his desk. Close enough to see the dark ring surrounding his blue-gray irises when his stare locked to mine.
“I have office hours tomorrow morning. If you have questions, ask them then.” There was an edge in his voice, like I’d just pissed him off. It caught me off-guard.
“I was just hoping—”
“Office hours. I’m busy.”
My mouth fell slightly open, my lungs strangled by his firm rejection. He turned his focus on his desk, his hands busy gathering up papers, unplugging his laptop from the projector. From the side, I could see a different girl approaching. I couldn’t remember her name but I recognized her from previous engineering classes.
