Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies--Leah swallows (Luck: -15)

Leah, on her knees, braced herself for the final act. Mr. Howard’s cock throbbed in her mouth. The heat of his skin, the taste of salt and sweat and something darker, filled her senses. She almost hated the way he moaned, especially when he let it out in a deep, vibrating sigh that bounced off the bathroom tile and echoed in her skull. She hated even more the way her body responded, the little jolt of pride as she made him gasp, the evil little thrill in her gut as she hollowed her cheeks and felt him twitch against her tongue.

She glanced up, careful to keep her eyes wide and wet, and saw him standing above her, flushed and so **** he looked almost handsome, if you squinted. He wasn’t even looking at her—he was staring at the ceiling, teeth bared, trying to ride out the pleasure. He was nearly there. She worked him harder, swirling her tongue with practiced hate, and let her nails dig into his thigh, just enough to maybe leave a mark.

Every time his hips jerked, Leah felt his cock hit the back of her throat. She let it happen, she wondered, with a sick sort of fascination, if this was what he wanted all along when he first hired her: the filthy teacher on her knees, ruined and eager, sucking him off like she needed it.

“Oh, fuck—Leah—don’t stop—” The words were a command, a plea, and a confession all at once. He was trying not to yell, but it was no use; his voice rose in a series of guttural, animal noises, half groan and half whimper. Then Mr. Howard’s cock swelled and pulsed. His cum hit the back of her throat, hot and sudden, and she swallowed fast, not because he asked her to, but because she didn’t want to make a mess, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her make a mess.

He came for a long time, spurting in her mouth, his whole body shuddering with the **** of it. Leah kept sucking, milking every drop from him, even as the taste turned her stomach. She did not stop, not even when his shoulders sagged, begged her, “Jesus, that…thats good…agh…aghghghghghhh—” She only let him go when he physically pried her off, gasping and staggering back, cock drooping slowly and glistening.

“Happy now?” Leah said looking up at him before moving to her feet.

Mr. Howard slumped back, his chest heaving, still gripping the handicap rail like he was recovering from a car accident.

Leah set her jaw and straightened up, hiking her leggings just enough to feign decency if anyone kicked the door in. For a moment, she watched him fumble with his shirt, his belt, the wild animal tamed for the time being. She could see the afterglow in his face, the residual predatory smugness already starting to crystalize back into administrative composure.

“You got what you wanted,” she said, keeping her voice low and level. She didn’t want to admit she’d gotten something out of it too, even if it was only a jolt of self-loathing and the cold comfort of power wielded in a very fucked up direction.

“You never disappoint, Miss Williams.” He fastened his belt with a little flourish and checked his teeth in the bathroom mirror. “Enjoy your movie. And I’ll see you next week.”

Mr. Howard slipped out of the bathroom casually. Leah waited a few moments. She looked in the mirror, wondering what was becoming of her. She almost laughed at the absurdity: teacher and future wife hiding in a public handicap restroom, leaving yet another lover waiting. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and headed to find Daniel.