Speak No Evil: A Secret Society Student Teacher College Romance (The Society Book 3)

by Ivy Fox

  I pull her hair back with such force she has no other option but to look me in the eye.

  “If I wanted, I’d be nine inches deep inside you right now,” I growl, pissed.

  “Are you saying you don’t want me?”

  “You know I do.”

  “But you won’t take what’s not given to you, will you?”

  “No,” I seethe, so fucking hot for this woman I can’t even think straight.

  “Hmm. Whoever thought there would be a gentleman under all that cocky bravado after all?”

  “I’ve had enough of your mouth, Em.”

  “Shame. I haven’t had enough of yours.”

  She goes back to kissing me stupid, and God help me, but it’s her velvet tongue entwined with mine that pushes me over the edge. My cum spills all over her bare pussy, while Emma continues to use and abuse my cock until she reaches her release. I hold her close, our temples kissing as the vibrant colors of our orgasm begin to fade away, reality trickling back in and returning us to the dull world that awaits us.

  Emma gets off my lap, straightens her skirt, and begins to pack her stuff up off the table.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like? You’re right. I do need a break. We’ll start fresh tomorrow afternoon at the Charlotte Library.”

  “You’re leaving?”

  Her eyes fall onto my still half-mast cock, the very one that bobs to life when it feels her eyes on it.

  “Yes. I think we’ve done enough for today. Don’t you?”

  She arches a knowing brow at me, and to my utter frustration, leaves me to tend to my stiff dick on my own, all the while wondering who is playing who here.

  Chapter 19

  Colt

  “Mr. Turner, I’d like to see you in my office after class,” Emma states the next morning as I’m about to leave her classroom.

  “Is that so?”

  “I think we need to make some things clear,” she adds, keeping her explanation vague solely for the benefit of the other students who are still milling around her classroom.

  “Sure. I have class until two.”

  “That’s fine.” She dismisses me with a curt nod.

  Safe to say that the rest of my day goes to shit. I already know what Emma wants to talk to me about. It’ll be something along the lines that what happened yesterday afternoon at my house was wrong and that she won’t let it happen again.

  Fuck that.

  I told her this only ends one way. It’s not my fault she’s as stubborn as a brick wall. Once my last class is done with, I rush over to her office, intent on reminding her of that fact.

  “Come in,” she answers after I’ve knocked on her door.

  Even her voice just telling me to come in any manner has me hard already.

  I close the door behind me, making sure to lock it without her knowing.

  “Mr. Turner, please have a seat. I’ll be right with you,” she adds coolly, shuffling some papers furiously around her desk. It’s obvious she’s buying time to get her lecture down pat.

  “We’re back to Mr. Turner, I see?” I can’t help but tease.

  “I think it best. It will help immensely with setting some clear boundaries between us.”

  And here it is—the talk.

  Usually, I’d be bored with the predictability of it all, but one thing I’ve learned is the Emma Harper is anything but dull. She wants this as much as I do. She either needs more time to process it all or hates that someone like me got under her skin. I’ve got to say I know the feeling.

  Instead of grabbing a seat as she requested, I walk over toward her desk.

  “And what boundaries are those, professor?”

  “Colt, please sit down,” she says, frustrated, taking her catlike reading glasses off and slamming them on a pile of papers.

  “I think I’m good right here,” I tell her leaning on the edge of the desk in front of her. When she crosses those damn long legs of hers, my cock twitches in anticipation of seeing my plan through. Emma shakes her head, trying to rein the thin ribbons of her sophisticated composure back in.

  “I’m your teacher, Colt. And because I am, I should have dealt with things yesterday very differently. I apologize for letting my urges get the better of me. It won’t happen again, and if you feel you need to report the incident to the school, I completely understand. I’ll be more than happy to write a letter to the dean myself and explain my wrongdoings.”

  “What we did wasn’t on college grounds, professor. I don’t think Dean Ryland or any other asshole has a say in the matter. You were tense and needed to cum. I was happy to oblige.” I wink mischievously, throwing in my wolfish grin.

  “You make it sound like it was a business transaction.”

  “Not a transaction, but more like one friend looking after another. Although, I do feel that you got the better end of the deal. You got to cum twice, while I’ve been suffering ever since.”

  I cup my hard cock in my hands to drive the point through, her eyes falling straight to my erection.

  “I think you should make it up to me.”

  “Is this your subtle attempt at blackmail?”

  “I’m not here to strong-arm you into anything. I’m just telling you that the taste of your pussy is still on my lips, and my cock is envious.”

  “I can’t have a serious conversation with you when you are acting like this,” she counters, turning her head away from me.

  “Good cause I didn’t come here to talk,” I admit before unlatching my belt buckle.

  “Colt, don’t you dare,” she protests when she hears me pulling down my zipper.

  “Nah, professor. The time for talking is over. I told you before. I don’t want to talk. But I do want that mouth of yours,” I tell her as my cock springs free.

  Her beautiful golden eyes turn into liquid fire the minute they land on my impressive hard length.

  “You can keep your pretty ass right there if you want, Em. But I’m cumming while staring at that mouth of yours and imagining your lips around my cock. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since you first started teaching here anyway, and that’s the truth.”

  She clenches her thighs together while I wrap my hand around my shaft and begin to pump it up and down. I caress her cheek as she vigilantly keeps her attention on me, desperate hunger in her eyes.

  “Do you want a taste?”

  She doesn’t say anything, but the way her nipples go hard as diamonds through her thin blouse tells me she does.

  “Are you afraid someone might come in?”

  She lifts her head to look into my eyes instead of giving me an answer.

  “Let them. I’m sure half of your students have beat their cock into submission plenty of times with the thought of you. They just never had the pleasure of having your eyes on them as they go about it.”

  “Is that what you like? Me watching you?”

  “With you, Em, I’ve learned to be happy with whatever I can get. It’s a fucking humbling feeling, that’s for goddamn sure. So if I can’t have your mouth, then this is enough.”

  My dick doesn’t necessarily agree with the words spilling from my lips, but the rest of me knows I’m telling her the truth. She licks her lips, and I watch her on bated breath as her hand reaches out to mine. When her fingers lightly caress the crown of my cock I hiss.

  Fuck.

  “See what you do to me?”

  “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one making yourself hurt,” she taunts, her hand completely covering mine, following the slow tempo of my strokes.

  “Emma,” I growl.

  “What?”

  “If you don’t get on your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my cock in five seconds, I’m fucking you in this office. I don’t care who hears or sees it!”

  She bats her eyelashes at me and leans her head down, her tongue teasing my swollen crown. Another hiss leaves me, my hand letting go of my cock so that my fingers can weave them
selves into her lush raven hair. I grasp onto her scalp as she takes me into her hot mouth, so deep inside I almost cum.

  Fuck.

  “I gave you an order, professor. Don’t half-ass this shit, and get on your knees.”

  The way she squirms in her seat tells me the naughty professor loves it when I’m the one calling the shots. Or at least when she’s so inclined. When her bare knees fall to the floor, never once taking her mouth off me, I can’t help but praise her.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Em. You take my damn breath away sometimes just by looking at you. But like this? On your knees, sucking me off, you are a fucking vision.”

  I’ve never been one to say shit like this when I’m with a woman, but fuck if Emma doesn’t bring out the closeted romantic in me.

  She sighs around my cock, taking all of me in until I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. I know I’m bigger than your average guy and that most women shy away from sucking me off since they can handle just so much.

  But not my Em.

  She swallows me whole, sinking her nails into my ass cheeks to push me further inside her.

  “Jesus fuck, Em,” I rasp, my fingers digging into her scalp to keep me centered.

  She’s barely even started, and already she has me weak in the knees, bursting to cum.

  “You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you, professor?” I tease, hoping to gain some higher ground since it’s blatantly apparent that she’s the one in charge even in her submission.

  Her thighs rub up against each other as dark mascara tears run down her gorgeous cheeks. I have never wanted to fuck a woman more than Emma Harper in this very minute. But my will to finally screw her brains out is taken away when she begins to hum around my cock, making it impossible not to cum down her throat. I pull at her hair, forcing her to take every last inch of me, and in three pumps, she has me cumming.

  Jesus.

  She pulls back, licking her lips, her amber eyes half-mast as they meet mine. I don’t have to touch her to know her body is on fire, needy for me. I pick her up from the floor and sit her ass down on the desk, going right to my haunches. Like the ravenous animals we’ve become, she raises her skirt while I open her legs wide, placing her stiletto heels on the edge of her desk—her pink pussy ready to greet me.

  “No underwear today, professor?”

  “No,” she whimpers.

  “How come?”

  “I’d end up ruining them. It’s been a nasty reoccurrence lately.”

  I smirk and begin to caress her pussy lips with the back of my knuckles.

  “Are you saying I’m at fault?”

  “Can’t you tell?”

  Taking the challenge on, two digits break the seam of her core, finding her utterly drenched. I stand up to grab the nape of her neck and pull her to me so she can look me in the eye.

  “Did you like me fucking your mouth, Em? Is that what got you so wet?”

  “Yes,” she sighs.

  “Did you like swallowing my cum?”

  “Yes.”

  Fuck this woman.

  I kiss her madly as one hand fondles her pussy while the other keeps her still by moving to the base of her throat. I let go of our brute kiss and kneel before her like she deserves and begin to lick her to my heart’s content. Her sweet nectar drives me insane, making blood swell my cock yet again and ready to make an encore performance. But the blowjob was too much for Emma, and before I can devour her like I want to, Emma cums on my lips. I rise to my full height and capture her mouth in mine until we’re both out of breath with just one kiss.

  “So what was that you were saying, professor? Something about boundaries?”

  She arches her brow accusingly, but it hardly has any effect since I’m still taking in how breathtaking she looks in her afterglow.

  “This can’t happen, Colt.” She tries again. “We have to stop this before we get to the point of no return.”

  “Stop? Oh, professor, but I haven’t even started with you yet.”

  Chapter 20

  Emma

  I try to concentrate on my notes as Colt reads up on his. He’s been nothing but professional since the minute he walked into the library. I should be grateful that at least one of us has their head screwed on straight. While his mind is focused on the work at hand, honestly invested in my research, all I can think about is his mouth on mine—the taste of him dancing on my tongue.

  This is wrong, and I know it.

  I could lose my job over this.

  Or something far more precious like my stupid heart.

  It’s not as if I didn’t have students come onto me before. Since I came to teach at Richfield, hardly a week passes by that some overly confident student doesn’t try their luck in asking me out. They are easy enough to dismiss. Colt Richfield-Turner, on the other hand, not so much.

  I pull at my necklace, my skin instantly heating up with memories of him ordering me to my knees. I clear my throat at the seductive thought, his head immediately snapping in my direction.

  “Everything okay there, Em?” he asks in his deep southern drawl.

  Dear lord almighty, but why does he insist on calling me that?

  Doesn’t he know what it does to me?

  Knowing Colt, he’s doing it on purpose.

  “I… um… I’m just going to check these three books out. Be back in a minute.”

  He nods, throwing me one of those panty-melting smiles, resulting in me getting up out of my seat in quick haste. I don’t need any of these books at this precise moment, but I definitely need a breather from Colt’s close proximity.

  When I agreed to let him be my research aid, it was with the sole intent of using him for his knowledge—not his body. I wanted to coax out as much information as I could about his family from the arrogant heir, thinking he’d be more than willing to boast about his origins. I never imagined he felt so miserable being born into such an environment. My initial assessment of him has been slowly disintegrating with each passing day we’ve spent together. And where once I thought him to be a shallow, empty hole of a man, I now find him complex and with too many layers for me to decipher what is real and what is pretense he uses to protect himself.

  If all of this didn’t spell trouble for my unequipped heart, his fearless dedication to my book has left me both impressed and light-headed that somehow my life’s work—and that of my grandfather’s—has resonated so deeply within him. Colt has always given me the impression that everything either bored or annoyed him somehow. I assumed he was perfectly content in sleepwalking through his entire life without actually feeling passionate about anything besides his looks and what new conquest he could get into his bed. To see him now so diligently helping me in my cause, working long hours side by side with me, forgoing all other social commitments is highly seductive to my workaholic nature.

  Before we started these sessions, I’d bet that the only way Colt could ever be convinced to see the inside of a library would be under the understanding that he would be hooking up with some college girl in the dead languages section.

  Who am I kidding?

  Knowing Colt, he’d probably demand a whole orgy of women to get him to pass through those doors. Not that I’d be surprised if anyone ever told me that had indeed happened once upon a time.

  It’s just who he is.

  He oozes sexual magnetism. It bleeds from his pores even when he puts up the facade of being cold and apathetic. Staunchly brave is the woman who can resist such charms because clearly, I’m not as resilient.

  When the lights begin to blink repeatedly in the library, I look at my watch and confirm its closing time. Disappointment hits me like a slap in the face that Colt didn’t instigate any intimacy tonight.

  Emma, get a grip. He’s a child.

  My eyes rake over his body as I make my way over to our table.

  Colt may be in his early twenties, but he’s no child.

  He’s all man—broody, charismatic, Adonis perfection of a m
an.

  I start packing my stuff, as does the man I’ve been obsessing over. Once we have gathered everything, we walk to the parking lot, my compact car parked next to his Bugatti.

  What type of twenty-something-year-old college student can even afford a car like this? A Richfield, apparently.

  Argh.

  “Well, goodnight,” I stammer, opening my car door.

  “Good night, Em.”

  He leans in and places a chaste kiss on my cheek, my shoulders instantly slumping that this is as far as he’ll go tonight. I turn around to unlock my car when a twisted epiphany hits me.

  Why am I resisting this?

  I already started this insanity the minute I let him touch me on Halloween night. Sure, I probably deserve to be put into a straitjacket for what is clearly lust-filled madness over one of my students—a Richfield heir no less—but who says I can’t enjoy a little bit of crazy in my stagnant life?

  Colt’s broad back is turned over to me as he searches for his car keys in his pockets. I grab his forearm, making him turn around. I wrap my arms around his neck and go to the balls of my feet and kiss him. His surprise only lasts but a few seconds before he deepens our kiss. His hands grab my ass, pulling me to rub against his engorged cock. He picks me up in the air, my legs instantly wrapping themselves around his waist as he continues to devour my mouth.

  “I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he mumbles. “It fucking took you long enough.”

  I pull at his hair so I can kiss him again, my core desperately emptied without him.

  The small light coming from the street light illuminates us both, the expression on his face just a feral as my own. He places my feet on the ground and turns me swiftly around, hiking up my skirt.

  “Put your hands on the hood.”

  “Colt,” I whisper, doing exactly as he demands while looking around the parking lot to see if anyone can see us.

  But if I expected an answer or any vocalized concern about us being watched, he doesn’t give me one. Instead, the next sound I hear is him unzipping his pants, followed by a foil package being ripped apart.