Just for a Little While

Was there anything sexier?

I buried my hand in her hair and watched her bounce up and down, stopping every once in a while at the top to roll her tongue around the tip and suck on it like a popsicle. Each time she dropped, she’d go a little lower, pushing me past the soft barrier of her throat.

“One of these days, I’m going to lay you across my desk with your head hanging off, and I’m going to fuck your face. I’m going to watch my fat cock bulge against your throat over and over again until you swallow every fucking drop.”

She couldn’t respond with her mouth so full, but her answering moan let me know she liked it. The way she spread her thighs and rubbed at herself through her jean shorts let me know she was just as turned on as me.

I palmed her soft breast, pinched her pale, pink nipple until it was a rosy red. My scalp tingled and fire raced through every nerve of my body, electricity shooting down my spine. I was going to come.

“Is Dr. Deander in?” someone asked from behind the door. Right behind.

As fast as I could, I shoved Arabella off and sat up straight.

Adrenaline flooded my body so hard, I was sure I’d pass out. If I thought my skin had tingled before, it was nothing compared to the shock of fear—like I’d touched a live wire.

With Arabella still under my desk, sweat dampening my temples, my cock still out and hard, Dr. Coven walked in.

Would she leave if I threw up all over my desk? Because my stomach roiled as if I might. The only saving grace was that my desk had a back so no one could see under it.

“Dr. Coven,” I managed in a mostly normal voice. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to pop in and make sure you had everything you needed.”

“Yeah. Everything is good.”

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed. I know it’s the first day, but no need to come in sick.”

“Yeah, no. It’s just a hot one out there. Killer walking between classes.”

“Right? I’m hoping summer passes soon. It’s not usually hot for so long.”

I opened my mouth to respond with some benign answer when I almost choked on my own tongue.

A soft hand encircled my shaft just before warm lips dropped down. My erection had softened at the interruption, so Arabella was able to take me all the way to the base. Feeling her lips and nose press to my groin had me hardening again before she could pull back off, pressing into her throat.

Her throat closed, rejecting the intrusion, tightening around the head, and I held my breath waiting for her gagging to give her away, but she managed to not make a sound.

Dr. Coven asked about how my classes had been so far, if I had any issues with room placements or students. Somehow, I managed responses in a normal voice even though the more Arabella sucked, the more my world closed down to a pinprick. Being as discreet as possible, I reached under the table to stop her, fisting her hair. Instead of taking the silent reprimand, she dropped down again as far as my hold would allow.

Fuck. I was going to come and there was no way I could hide it. I clung to my composure with chipping nails against a knifes edge. One more push and it’d all be over.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it. I know the first day is hectic and wanted to check in. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

The second the door closed behind her, I scooted back enough to grip Arabella’s face and fucked my cock up into her mouth, coming within seconds. She did her best to swallow it all, but the way I kept slipping my dick in and out made a mess, and cum dripped down her chin to her breasts.

When I finally finished, I collapsed back in my chair, taking just a moment to breathe. My chest heaved over the pleasure of coming and the fear of being caught.

She leaned back and wiped her chin and breasts clean with her finger, bringing the extra cum to her lips to suck it off.

She was the epitome of no regrets.

She was a girl who had nothing to lose and only cared about the moment.

She was sexy.

And reckless.

The euphoria faded, and reality came crashing in. Looking away from her crouched on the floor, her breasts begging me to forget it all and continue our game, I handed her her shirt before fastening my pants.

I didn’t trust what I’d say and needed a moment to collect myself. I also didn’t trust myself to sit so close to her. Her red hair hung against her shoulders. She looked like a Siren begging for more. And I was a weak man who wanted to give it to her.