She blew a big breath out through her nose, as if the meeting were being held specifically to make her life more difficult. Then she cocked her head, and a tiny smile twitched at the corner of her mouth before it disappeared. What a strange, frustrating woman.
As abruptly as she’d gotten in my face, she grabbed my wrist and turned on her heel. Stunned by the sudden movement and flowery scent of her shampoo wafting past me when she flicked her hair, I let myself be dragged like a naughty puppy. Shoulders back, head held high, she marched past two office doors and opened the third.
When she tried to pull me into the office, I came to my senses and pulled my wrist out of her grasp.
She rounded on me immediately. “Get inside.”
“No.” I folded my arms. “You’re acting even more batshit than usual, and I really don’t have time for whatever this is. I need to get to class.”
“The bell went fifteen minutes ago. Is there even any point?”
“Of course there is. I’m very interested in Mrs. Shepard’s hot take on string theory.”
“Please. Like you even know what string theory is. You’d pick science over a blow job?”
“What . . . the fuck is happening?” My eyes widened, and I allowed myself a quiet laugh. Her erratic behavior was worrying, but fuck if it wasn’t intriguing too. She was a bitch, but there was no denying she was hot, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about what I’d done to her that night in the rain. I knew what her pussy felt like clenching around my fingers as she came. And now that she’d put the suggestion into my brain, I wanted to know what her mouth felt like around my dick.
“I have a score to settle, and I need to burn off some steam. Meeting lets out in about twenty. You want your dick sucked or not?”
“How do I know you won’t bite it off instead?” I narrowed my eyes.
She leaned in, lifting onto her toes to whisper into my ear. “You don’t. But that’s the risk you take any time you stick your dick into someone’s mouth, isn’t it? The danger, the teeth.” She nipped me on the ear. “That’s what makes it fun.”
Her words made some things click into place in my mind—why she was at Davey’s that night; the intense, controlling personality; why she was about to do something reckless on school property. Donna liked the rush of danger, the adrenaline of almost getting caught.
But I didn’t have the time to fully consider the implications of all that. I was hard as a rock, and I was an eighteen-year-old guy. I was never going to say no to a blow job.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and shuffled us the rest of the way into the office.
As soon as I pulled the door shut, her hot little tongue invaded my mouth. She placed both palms flat against my chest and shoved me, and I let her, relaxing back against the wall as I grabbed her ass with both hands. She had a great ass under that scandalous tartan skirt.
But I lost my grip on it almost immediately as she slid down, rubbing her body down my front until she was on her knees in front of me.
I had to take a breath to steel myself. Part of me had figured she was talking shit and I was calling her bluff. But I should’ve known. Women like Donna Mead rarely said things they didn’t mean, and even less often did things they didn’t want to do.
Holy shit, this is really happening. She made quick work of the button and fly on my neat gray uniform pants as I tried not to pant as if I’d just run a marathon. I was acting as though I’d never had head before, for fuck’s sake.
Although, to be fair, I’d never had head on school property. I’d gotten into plenty of trouble, did some fucked-up shit at my last school, but this was a first even for me.
As Donna pulled my pants and boxers down in one efficient maneuver, I could see what she saw in these moments of recklessness. It was a thrill; an exciting, tantalizing buzz of adrenaline made my suddenly free cock even harder.
I shouldn’t have expected anything less, but Donna still surprised me a little when she leaned forward and immediately took me into her mouth. No teasing strokes of