my face as if to say, Your loss, you stupid idiot.
I don’t care what it takes. I will find a way to make it up to her because I’ve got to taste her lips again. And her pussy. Oh yeah, I really want a taste of that too. How the hell am I gonna pull this off?
I look at her again in the audience, forcing my eyes to lock with hers, avoiding sneaking peeks at the rest of her tempting body. My heart pauses in my chest, worried about what emotion I’ll find on her face.
Wait.
Is she…smirking at me? I blink my eyes a few times to make sure, but yes, there’s definitely a knowing smile on her face. The outfit is for me, to get me worked up, which it most certainly is achieving. Could she actually want me, even after yesterday, or is this just her way of torturing me? Or more accurately, is she really wanting that passing grade so bad she’s willing to do anything for it?
While I’m looking at her, she does the unthinkable. Reagan uncrosses her legs, slipping her fingers along the inside of her thigh, revealing her uncovered pussy.
“Class is canceled today!” I shout, leaning forward on the podium because my knees are too weak to hold me up. “Minor emergency to attend to. Don’t worry. We’ll pick back up on Thursday.”
There’s whispering, and yet no one moves. Fuck it all, but I can’t leave from behind this podium until they do, and I need her right this second. So bad I could fuck her in the courtyard and not give two shits who sees.
“What are you waiting for? Go, before I change my mind,” I tell the stubborn classroom. Finally, a few people get to their feet to leave, and then more start filling out the door. All except for one sexy as hell student making me crazy with desire.
“My office, now,” I tell her as I shuffle my papers up and cram them back into my bag. Once it’s over my shoulder, I pull the widest portion of the bag around the front of my body to hide my massive erection.
“Yes, sir,” Reagan says as she stands, collecting her books in her arms and then making her way down the auditorium stairs. My jaw drops open as I see the indecent length of her skirt on her long, lean legs now that she’s standing. Lord have mercy. I stand frozen in place as I watch her walk by, and then groan aloud when I see her ass for the first time, both cheeks spilling out the back. I’m gonna wear that ass out.
The trek up to my office on the third floor is a long, torturous one in the staircase. I want to reach out and touch her so much it physically makes me ache with need, but I know there are cameras everywhere. Reagan walks painfully slow, and I realize it’s probably because she’s trying to climb the stairs on stilts. The sexiest black shoes I’ve ever seen are wound around her ankle with little straps. Ones that would hold them in place on her feet even when her legs are raised in the air and I’m fucking her so hard we break furniture.
Unable to take a second longer when we reach the third floor, I walk swiftly past her in the hallway, quite a feat to do without allowing myself to touch an inch of her, and unlock my door. As soon as Reagan’s also inside, I slam it and turn the lock. Then I throw my bag to the floor and grab her hands, sending her books to the ground when I raise them above her head. Flattening her sexy as fuck body against the door, I capture her lips with mine, groaning in relief when I’m able to get the much-needed friction on my cock. Pressing my hard shaft against her stomach, I pump my hips, fucking her through our clothes. I’m too turned on to even ask what the hell she’s thinking, walking around campus dressed like this. Instead, I quickly free my dick from my pants and cover it with one of her hands. But Reagan doesn’t stop there. No, this sexy siren lowers herself into the best position known to any man, on her knees in front of me. Neither of us says a word as she parts her lips and, with a hand on my cock, guides it right inside her perfect mouth.
“Ah,