He moves in

Then I closed the gap.

The first press of my tongue was light, a gentle touch just below her clit where she held herself open for me. And her body answered without hesitation. Her thighs tensed under my hands, and I watched her stomach flex and spasm. Her mouth fell open as she breathed in, sharp and silent.

I groaned, the sound vibrating against her as my lips followed, closing over her with a new kind of hunger. She gasped, her fingers slipping away from where they had been spreading herself open to give me space. They moved instead to my hair, tangling in it instinctively, pulling me to her as her back hunched under the tension in her stomach.

And then it was her turn to surrender. Her head tilted back, as she exhaled through her own breathy moan. “So Mrs. Duchene’s been talking, I see…”

My mouth paused, lifting from her slowly, my brow raised, and my lips were wet and parted from going down on her.

“Mrs. Duchene?” I asked, blinking like I’d misheard her.

Mia looked down at me with a small smirk; her fingers still threaded loosely through my hair. She wasted no time in gently applying pressure to bring my mouth back to her.

“Mmhmm. She refused to give me credit for a rebuttal I used in my closing argument,” Mia said, her voice thick with suggestion. “Took a little... persuasion to convince her I deserved it, but… Let’s just say, her mouth was too busy to argue, when I presented my… case.”

My eyes widened, a breath hitching in my throat at her words, but there was no space to pull back, no moment to process what I’d just heard. Her fingers stayed tangled in my hair, tightening slightly, keeping me right where she wanted. She was back to guiding me to her sweet spots.

The smirk she’d worn just a second earlier softened into something more curious. There was a flicker of uncertainty, a shift in her expression as her body moved with its own momentum, hips tilting forward, urging my mouth over her sex. Neither of us stopped as we studied the expression on each other’s face.

My tongue kept working instinctively, even as my brain tried to catch up. The shock in my expression didn’t fade, but my lips stayed moving, the breath from my nose, hot against her. A low sound rose in my throat, muffled against her as her grip encouraged me to keep going.

That strange, delicious tension between my wide, questioning eyes and the obedience of my mouth made her core pulse. The confusion in my face was real, but the way I followed her body was automatic now.

“Wait…” she eventually said, tilting her head as she registered my confusion. “That’s not who you meant?”

“No,” I said when she let up her hold so I could answer, a little breathless and flushed. “I meant some kid from drama. They’re saying he went down on you under the stage one night after a rehearsal.”

She scoffed, “Kyle?” and before I could answer, she dragged my face back down, guiding my lips over her again. “He would talk,” she sighed.

I let her, having given up on control long ago as I let her use me. My mouth worked over her, while I held her by the hips, feeling her shudder as my tongue found her clit. She arched and her fingers tightened when I heard a soft gasp escape her.

Her eyes met mine, just for a second before she looked away. She was arching into me, while her breath started coming faster. I felt her hand fumble along the desk behind her. Then I saw the phone in her hand. There was a quick movement, her thumb tapping the screen. She pointed the lens at my face, keeping the angle low, her expression gleaming with anticipation.

“Wait... are you seriously taking another picture?” I choked out, pulling back, panic flaring through me.

She shook her head slowly with a languid smile. “No,” she whispered. “A video. I’m going to record you making me cum, Mr. Holloway.”

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