His Prize Pupil
I sniff. “It was a hard fall. I think I mostly scared myself.”
“Rest assured, you scared me, too.” A shudder courses through him. “I had to lock myself in the car to keep myself from kidnapping you from this never-ending party. It hurt to look at you. So beautiful, surrounded by…them. I looked away for one second and you weren’t inside anymore. You were already falling when I walked around the side of the house.” He kisses my temple fiercely. “Christ, Alana, I couldn’t get to you in time.”
“I’m okay,” I say, turning in his lap, so I can kiss his chin. “I’m better now that you’re here.” I kiss a path to his mouth and brush my lips there. “I miss you.”
His shaft rises beneath my backside, hard and insistent. “Saying I miss you would be inadequate. Every second without you is poison.”
My heart sings, pounding wildly in my chest. So this is what it’s going to be. We’ll have a relationship in secret. Resolutely, I ignore the ripple of disappointment and focus on the way he’s watching me so ferociously, as if he’s imagining how he’ll take me as soon as we’re alone. “They all saw you pick me up,” I murmur, stroking his bristled jaw. “Are you going to get in trouble?”
His smirk tells me he finds that idea amusing. “No. I’m not.” He turns slightly and lays me down on the seat, moving my camera to the foot well so I can rest my head on my bag. “You don’t worry about a single thing ever again.” The spacious backseat allows him to kneel on the opposite seat between my legs and my hips are already writhing on the seat when he lifts the hem of my skirt, dragging it up to my waist. Eyes flaring with hunger, his tongue perches in the corner of his mouth. “Do you need Daddy to heal this, too, little girl?”
I nod shyly, knowing exactly what he sees. My too-small, white satin thong, stretched over my mound. I’ve never been more grateful it shrunk in the wash. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
Gavin dips his head and exhales against the damp material. Then without warning, he shoves his face against my pulsing sex and inhales deeply, a growl stirring in his chest. His hands scoop beneath my buttocks, finding the back waistband and dragging the thong down my legs, tossing it into the front seat. Without taking his starved gaze off of my bare flesh, he smacks off the overhead light and drops his panting mouth on top of my clit, badgering it with his tongue, those huge hands pressing my thighs open.
“Fuck,” he mutters, rolling his forehead side to side on my belly. “You taste like fucking sugar. I can’t believe I’ve only creampied this perfect little pussy once.”
He snarls into the next lick, rubbing the flat of his tongue through the length of my folds, slowly, so slowly, teasing my entrance with savoring revolutions of his tongue, before placing suctioning kisses on his way back to my clit. “Please don’t stop,” I sob, clutching at his hair. “Please keep going.”
The pressure gathering in my tummy is so intense, I’m barely aware of my surroundings, but when my eyes open, I’m surprised to find someone looking down at me from outside the car. Landen? Yes. He’s watching in open-mouthed shock as Gavin licks me between my legs and he’s leaning so close, his breath is fogging up the glass.
I pull on Gavin’s hair to inform him we have an audience, but he only lifts his head, makes eye contact with Landen and spears his tongue into my sex, flexing it against my inner walls, his thumb finding my clit and stroking it firmly.
My back arches off the seat, my thighs wrapping around Gavin’s head. There’s no one but us, nothing else matters, the relief is so close. So close.
It’s obvious that my dark professor isn’t stopping no matter who is watching, maybe he’s even enjoying pleasuring me in front of the boy he claims is interested in doing the same. His tongue slides in and out of me, in and out, until I’m shaking violently on the seat, pumping my sex in time with his strokes, rubbing myself shamelessly on his mouth.
Above me, the glass fogs with another breath.
“Oh please, oh please, oh please! Daddy!”
My body strains into another arch and Gavin finally, blessedly, begins licking my clit again, his middle finger replacing his tongue in my clenching channel. I look down my heaving body and lock eyes with pure sin, pure obsession, and the orgasm crests over me, traveling at warp speed through my body, head to toe, concentrating my middle, squeezing my muscles until all I can do is scream and thrash my way through it.
Finally, I slump onto the seat, my hair stuck to my damp neck, limbs sprawled in four directions, my heavy breaths loud in the car’s interior. Gavin gives my sated sex a final, lingering kiss, then replaces my skirt, smoothing the material over my lap.