She lied

She moved quickly, flustered as she hurriedly tried to hold all of her things, like she had forgotten how.

“I need to leave,” she murmured quietly, not looking at me, absolutely no conviction in her words. Like she was telling herself and not me. I watched her with light amusement as she fumbled with her purse, trying to untwist the strap as it sat on her shoulder. She took a hesitant step, then **** herself to keep moving. She tried to walk past me but I put my hand out to gently catch her arm, amused at how she thought she could just leave.

She chanced a glance into my eyes and saw my amusement. Her face went pink and she exhaled though her nose in mild frustration and embarrassment. I softly shook my head no. She pulled back but it wasn’t enough to break my gentle grip around her bicep.

“I told him,” she said suddenly, her voice soft, her eyes cast down to avoid mine. Her eyebrows were raised and her chin was up, as if she got me. Indignant, almost. For a moment I raised my eyebrows, and my heart skipped a little at the unexpected declaration. Was our fun over? Our game ruined forever?

But then her eyes flicked up at me, to see my reaction. It was almost too quick for me to notice, I did. My heart was pounding in my chest at the attempted deceit. I nodded though, appreciating how clever she was. Or, could have been. Had she just kept it up a little longer.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, still amused. “What’d he say?”

Her eyes widened momentarily, and quickly darted from side to side as if she were searching for an answer. An answer she didn’t have, because she was lying. She was as bad at lying as she was as good at turning me on. Very. There was no way she told him, and I knew it.

“Let…let me go,” her voice pleaded, the look of unease on her face obvious. “I’ll scream-” I roughly pulled her to me, looking down at her as her face quickly tilted up and her mouth opened. She was **** to look up into my eyes.

“Oh, I’ll bet you will,” I said with a smirk, and after a moment her face went even more pink when my innuendo sunk in. My simple remark painted quite the picture, and she closed her eyes, that look of mild revulsion telling me she was dwelling on it a bit. Maybe even picturing it. Her mouth subtly contorted, letting me know she was disgusted by the rude comment.

I sighed in mock frustration, and her body was rigid, shoulders raised and tense. “No time for that, though,” I said, and the hint of longing in my voice was not lost on her. She swallowed, eyes quickly going back and forth between mine. I looked behind me at the door, and grit my teeth.

“What’d you tell him?” I continued, wanting to embarrass her further. “Did you tell him how I ate that pussy?” I looked down at her crotch, letting my hand slide from her arm. I reached around her and put my hand on her ass, then looked back into her eyes. “Or how I licked that sweet little ass while he was in the next room?” My hand slid up to her back, my middle finger lightly tracing up her ass crack. She didn’t move, and a thrill coursed through me. “Or maybe when you get home you can tell him how you sucked my dick in class today.”

I waited just long enough for her to register what I’d said, and when she finally did my hands went to my zipper. Her eyes widened as she watched me unzip my jeans, her face leaving no doubt in my mind she wanted to be anywhere else. But she wasn’t. And she was going to either watch me or help me finish. I was too turned on to let her leave.

“Come on,” I quietly urged her, and she looked up at me with such utter disbelief that I would do this in the classroom. I didn’t fucking care. “Why don’t you give it a little kiss?” She swallowed, her face as defiant as she could manage, but she also knew I could get what I wanted if I really tried. Hell, I’d used this same line on her a few days ago. Was it worth all the hassle of defying me if it was just so much easier to comply? She slowly turned her head to the side, hesitated, then continued turning it, until it softly and slowly shook from left to right a couple of times, as if that was an answer.

I exhaled through my nose, amused and already enjoying the pleasant swell my dick was experiencing. But my hand only made it feel so good. I needed something a little…wetter. Softer.

“I don’t…I don’t want to,” she said quietly, timidly, and I appreciated her honesty, nodding as her eyes pleaded with mine.

“But…” I countered, “…you will…right?” I gave her a knowing look, taking advantage of her timid, meek nature. She proved my point with her silence. The look on her face.

She tensed up and lightly gasped when my right hand softly pressed against her neck, and while her face was silently defiant, she walked backwards as I gently pushed her to her desk, until that sweet ass touched it. Her right hand was on mine as I gently squeezed her throat. Again, not to hurt her, just to hold her there. Maybe I liked the feel of her throat under my hand. The way I felt it when she swallowed. The way her neck muscles strained when I added just a little bit of pressure.

“You do owe me,” I said softly, staring at her parted lips. Her eyebrows were wrinkled, and her eyes were alert and wide. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her neck was warm. Signs I had both seen and felt from her before. Her body was responding to me in a way that I loved. That I could become addicted to.

Fuck. I wanted to just bend her over and eat her again. And again. And I almost did, but I owed my dick some attention. It had been days. My left hand touched her right breast through her shirt. So nice.

“Your tits are perfect,” I said, watching my hand squeeze it gently. I grit my teeth as my dick flexed inside my jeans. I blinked slowly and savored the powerful arousal that was pulsing through me and guiding my actions. I leaned in close to her left ear, pulling her neck back to me as she tried to lean away. “Get on your knees and suck me off.”

I closed my lips around the tight skin of the side of her neck and kissed her. She made an uneasy noise, and tried to pull away, slapping at my chest and neck. She let out a startled sound when my left hand slid down and touched her crotch, my middle and ring fingers making themselves at home as I started to slowly rub her. Like I knew how she liked to be rubbed. Her right hand shot down to mine and tried to wrap around my fingers to pull them away. Not very convincing, Miss Laura. I knew it was all for show. She really knew how to get me going. In fact, it seemed as though she was letting me, while her hand felt me do it. Showing her how.

My right hand let go of her neck and went for the button on her jeans. She exhaled loudly and fumbled her hands against mine. I lifted her chin with my finger and pressed my lips against hers, and she exhaled through her nose as a frustrated, nervous sound escaped her throat. I kissed her lips softly at first, and she made no move to pull away. And while she was **** to kiss me again, her body had a way of betraying her. Whether it was my lips on hers or my finger rubbing her through her jeans, something made her tongue dart out and touch mine.

My hands were on her hips, moving her to the side of her desk as we kissed. My right hand was on the back of her head, momentarily fighting her worried resistance before pulling her down to bend her across the corner of her desk on an angle that faced me.

I slid my hand down to rub her pussy through the back of her jeans with my middle finger, pressing into her as I slid my finger up. She squirmed just a little and made a few noises, but let it happen, raising her head at the sudden, unwanted stimulation. Her eyebrows wrinkled up as she looked into my eyes. I pressed my lips to hers again and softly sucked them, licking up her top lip as I pulled away, then my left hand was on the top of her head pulling her to me as I urgently pressed the tip of my dick against her lips.