by Mia Madison
Finley glared at me for a moment before letting out a dramatic sigh. “Fine, fine. I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
It was true, though I had no idea how soon that would be. Without giving myself a chance to overthink it, I wrapped my arms around my best friend and gave her a quick squeeze. She hugged me back, understanding that it was my way of saying thanks.
“Liner!” she exclaimed after releasing me, digging through her makeup bag and taking the cap off a stick of red liner that was slightly darker than the shade of my lips. She carefully applied it and grinned at the finished product.
“Fabulous. Go get him, tiger.”
I stole a final glance at the mirror before I dashed down to my bedroom and hastily changed my top to something a little more daring. As I discarded the comfy sweater for something with a neckline that showed a ridiculous amount of cleavage for this time of year, I told myself I was only doing it because it’d be weird to have ‘fuck me’ lips without a top that matched.
It’s all about the outfit. It has nothing to do with Baxter. Not one bit.
Just like my outfit had nothing to do with Baxter, neither did the fact that I had forgotten to button my coat before leaving the building. I was holding the flaps together to protect myself from the wind, but it was only logical to keep it open since I knew I’d soon be enveloped in the warmth of the Mercedes.
Logic. All logic. It wasn’t a half-assed attempt at seduction. It wasn’t an experiment to see if his reaction to me was on par with my reaction to him. Nope.
Denial is my friend.
The car pulled up right on time as usual and I stepped forward, getting into the car quickly before I thought too hard about the fact that there was no possible way he hadn’t noticed that my outfits over the past two weeks had become increasingly revealing. When I shut the door, I could feel his gaze on my chest long before I turned to see it for myself.
In that moment, I heard a voice whisper in my head, ‘Girl, you are playing with fire.’
It sounded suspiciously like Finley.
With a great deal of effort, I forced my body to relax and ignored Finley’s voice as I said, “Good morning, Professor.”
He was silent for what felt like an eternity, but I was too stricken by the heat in his eyes to glance at the clock and see how long we really sat there for. He was staring at me with an intensity that was different than anything I’d experienced and the feeling that I was diving into uncharted territory made me nervous.
Then his eyes drifted to my lips and something twisted inside me. Something alarmingly similar to the desire for him to kiss me.
Who was I kidding—that’s exactly what it was. It wasn’t similar—it was identical.
“Morning, darling,” he finally said with a gruff voice. “And it’s Joshua.”
His reminder not to call him Professor was exactly what I was hoping for, but I was too busy being confused by my frazzled emotions for it to feel like much of a victory.
At least I hadn’t imagined the tension between us. Though it left me wondering if he imagined the tension breaking anywhere near as much as I had over the past two weeks.
“You look nice today,” he commented, his eyes firmly focused on the road.
It was then that I noticed his knuckles were white where they clenched the steering wheel. God, I wanted to push him. I wanted to see if he’d snap if I could summon up the courage to make a move.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get past the feeling that the whole thing was just too wrong for words.
Joshua glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I realized he was waiting for a reply.
“Thank you,” I said softly, because what else could I say? ‘I wore this top for you—why don’t you pull over and I’ll take it off?’ Even if he wasn’t my professor, I didn’t have the guts to do something like that. Sexual bravado was really more of Finley’s strong suit.
While I was busy mentally reminding myself that pushing him would be wrong, it was clear that Professor Baxter had no problem taking it a step further.
“You get all done up like that for a boy?”
Dangerous man. Dangerous game. Playing with fire. And yet...
“I wouldn’t call my classmates boys. Most of them are at least in their early-twenties. That’s kind of ‘man’ territory if you ask me.”
I said it as more of an observation than anything else, but I could see Joshua’s jaw clench with anger as soon as the words left my mouth. Just as I was thinking about apologizing, he let out an almost cruel bark of laughter.
“Trust me, honey. Those boys you’re familiar with don’t have shit on a man.”
With the way my body reacted, he might as well have just demanded me to take all my clothes off and pulled over to fuck me on the side of the road. I was certainly primed and ready for it.
My brain was frantically searching for a response while I gaped at him, but no words came to mind. My whole body felt like it was on fire as I mentally imagined what it’d be like to be taken by him—by a man—instead of the college-aged guys I was accustomed to.
I vaguely registered the feeling of the car rolling to a stop and a quick glance out the window confirmed that we had arrived. I jerkily reached for the door handle—desperate for the cold winter air on my overheated skin—when Joshua’s hand landed on my thigh. Even through the denim of my jeans, his touch was like being seared by a branding iron.
“Look at me, Brooke,” his rough voice commanded.
It was an order I was powerless to fight and when our eyes met, I was glad I didn’t try. The uncertainty I felt was reflected back at me like I was looking into a mirror. It felt like hours passed while I waited for him to speak, but he was having just as much trouble forming words as I was.
Instead, I felt his hand slip a little closer to my inner thigh—pausing when my breath audibly hitched. His fingers gripped me tightly for a split second before he abruptly pulled away, drawing in a hard lungful of air.
“Don’t be late,” he muttered as he stared down at the steering wheel.
I wanted to say that he could start class at four in the morning and I’d be there on time with bells and fucking whistles on—but I bit the response back.
What came out instead was a whispered, “Never.”
I hustled getting out of the car, though I didn’t miss the blaze of his eyes as he whipped his head over to look at me one last time before I slammed the door shut.
4
Making it through class was hell.
For his part, Professor Baxter had done a damn good job of being friendly to me during our rides to school together and switching back to professional teacher mode during class—the only exception being the questionable comments he’d made on the first day. Barring that, he had treated me like any other student.
The lipstick changed everything. Or maybe it was the top.
Or maybe it was his hand on my thigh. I could still pinpoint the exact spot where his fingers had gripped me.
Whatever caused the change to happen, I could feel the difference in class. He ignored me each time I raised my hand to either ask or answer questions. Hell, he seemed to pointedly avoid so much as glancing my way—which was quite a feat considering I was in the front fucking row.
By the time class came to an end and I still had questions about the lesson, I was pissed.
Pissed enough to march straight up to the podium the moment the bell rang. I might not have had the nerve to hit on him, but I sure as hell had the nerve to demand equal attention and respect in class.
“I need to speak with you, Professor.”
He was busy shoving his paperwork into his briefcase, not sparing me a glance as he dryly said, “My office hours are from—”
“Now,” I demanded, wincing when he jerked his head up and angrily glared at me. I swallowed and explained, “I didn’t understand some parts of the lesson.”
“Fine,” he relented, though his teeth were clenched tightly together. He ma
de a gesture towards the door that led to his office and I walked towards it, his footsteps following right behind me.
When we made it into his private office, I realized what a terrible idea it was. We had spent time alone in his car before, sure, but this felt different. Perhaps because when we were confined in the car, things felt relatively safe. We were each bound to our separate seats and stuck there.
The only thing keeping us separated in his small office was the desk between us after we’d both sat down.
He leaned his forearms on the desk and clasped his hands together, his gaze boring into me as he asked, “What didn’t you understand?”
Years spent with Finley had apparently rubbed off on me because I snapped, “I didn’t understand why you completely ignored me every time I raised my hand to ask you a damn question, Joshua.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, my eyes went wide and I slapped a hand over my lips. Joshua’s eyes flashed with anger and his nostrils flared—the only warning I had before he suddenly jumped out of his seat and stormed around to my side of the desk.
I stood up and moved away until my back was flush against the wall. Joshua braced his palms on either side of my head, effectively cornering me.
“And I don’t understand why you went through such trouble to look like that for a fucking college boy,” he heatedly whispered before a smug grin stretched his lips. “Or was this for someone else?”
His question was followed by the sensation of his fingers toying with the hem of my top and his gaze turned down to stare at my breasts. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted me to say, but I couldn’t get my mouth to move. All I could manage was a slight arch of my back that just barely caused my chest to graze against his.
It was enough. He surged forward—trapping me between the hard wall and his ridiculously hard body as he pressed us firmly together. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed and his hand left my shirt to drift up until he was gripping my chin.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured as his eyes roamed over my face. I sucked in a breath when I felt his thumb caressing my chin and then gently going over my bottom lip as if he was afraid to smudge the lipstick.
I wasn’t daring enough to do it myself, though I swore he read my mind. He nudged the digit upward until the pad of his thumb was pressing against the seal of my lips and they parted instinctively, opening to take him into my mouth.
I closed my eyes and sucked on his thumb, savoring the taste of his skin and wondering how it’d compare to the taste of the rest of him. When I heard the sound of his shaky exhale, I caressed his thumb with my tongue and opened my eyes to watch the range of emotions as they played out across his face.
There was still plenty of anger there, but lust was quickly overwhelming it. His lips were parted and his jaw was slack when I shifted my hips, and I couldn’t stop the muffled moan when I felt the hard length of his cock pressing against my stomach.
“You want it?” he whispered, his wild eyes snapping up to meet mine with a desperation I’d never seen before. “Tell me you want it.”
He pulled his thumb from my mouth and the words spilled out without hesitation.
“God, yes. I want it.”
Joshua’s jaw clenched again, his hand quaking as it landed on my shoulder.
“Get on your knees,” he grunted as his other hand worked open his belt.
It’s official, I thought as I dropped to my knees and stared up at him with wide eyes. I’ve lost my damn mind.
And yet... I couldn’t think of ever wanting something more.
When the belt was open and his fingers were hovering over his fly, there was another brief moment of hesitation. His eyebrows began to furrow and he looked at me like he wasn’t sure how it’d gotten so far out of hand, but I was too far gone to care about right and wrong anymore. All I knew was that I couldn’t let him put a stop to it.
My hands were shaking slightly as I reached up to undo his zipper and my involvement seemed to snap him out of the momentary rational thought. He gently pushed my hands out of the way and let his slacks fall to the floor, pushing his boxer briefs down behind them.
Holy fuck.
He took his cock in hand and gave it a lazy stroke, but all I could do was gape. A dainty, innocent flower I was not, but his cock was enormous.
Nerve-wrecking enormous. ‘There’s no way I’ll be able to fit that all in my mouth and I question whether it’ll fit anywhere else’ enormous.
Joshua continued to stroke himself as his other hand found my chin, tilting my head back and directing my attention up to his face. The tension had once again returned to his jaw, but his lips were relaxed in a soft smile.
“Don’t be shy now, angel,” he said with a chuckle as he swept the head of his cock against my lips. “Open those pretty lips for me and do what you did to my thumb.”
I parted my lips as he pressed forward, guiding the head between them. I sucked the head exactly like I did to his thumb and caressed the underside with my tongue. The groan that rose from deep in his throat sent a thrill rippling through me and I took more of him into my mouth and repeated the action—desperate to hear more of his pleasured sounds.
He didn’t disappoint. He released my jaw and allowed me to do as I wished to his cock, letting out low grunts and groans as they came to him without a care in the world. At the same time, I could somehow sense that he was holding back his volume—totally aware of where we were and the myriad reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this.
Still, those reasons didn’t stop me from trying to suck him like a porn star and it certainly didn’t stop him from twisting my hair in his fist and holding my head in place while he started to fuck my mouth.
“Your lips look fantastic with my cock between them,” he grunted as he thrust into my mouth.
I whimpered with need and slid a hand into my jeans, trying and failing to relieve my own ache. I just couldn’t manage to focus on keeping myself from gagging when he went in a little too far and pleasuring myself at the same time.
Even though he was partially lost in his own world, Joshua looked down at my gyrating hips and immediately realized what I was trying to do. The grin he gave me was downright wicked and I thought for sure he was going to taunt me for my need—which was when he abruptly pulled himself out of my mouth and bent down to pull me to my feet.
“What are—”
My question was cut off by a surprised squeak as he gripped my hips and lifted me into the air like I weighed nothing. He spun us around and put my ass on the edge of his desk—taking a second to crack open the door and peek outside before hastily closing it and flipping the lock into place.
Joshua turned back and strutted over, his cock bobbing lewdly in the air with each step. He braced his hands on either side of my hips, leaning in close enough that I could feel his warm breath ghosting over my face as he exhaled.
He was quiet as his hands began working on my jeans—tugging them down until he was forced to deal with the issue of my boots. Joshua was growling with frustration by the time he got everything off my lower body, then he spread my legs wide open and let out a hum of approval as he took a good look at my pussy.
“If you can’t stay quiet—I will stop,” he warned as he ran a finger down my slit. “You understand?”
I breathlessly laughed and opened my mouth to tell him there was no fucking way I’d be able to keep quiet if he put that humongous thing inside me when he gracefully sunk down to his knees and pressed his tongue directly to my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried, covering my mouth with my palm to muffle the loud moan that followed.
The angle was too odd for me to watch him work between my legs, so I gave in to the urge to lean back and sprawl across his desk. I kept my mouth covered as he licked up and down my pussy like a pro—doing things with his tongue that I never even imagined, let alone experienced.
My head dangled off the other side of his desk while I writhed around helpless
ly—the only thing keeping me in place being the tight grip he kept on my hips. I wanted to beg him to make me come, but I didn’t trust myself enough not to scream.
When he slid two fingers into me and began to twirl them in circles—I knew I made the right choice. His tongue swirled around my clitoris and I went off like a fucking rocket. My eyes rolled back and I bit down on the side of my hand to keep myself quiet while my entire body trembled from the force of my climax. Joshua didn’t seem to mind one bit that my thighs had gone around his head and clamped down to hold him there. In fact, I could have sworn I heard him chuckle against me through the roaring in my ears.
My thighs unclenched and he gently pushed them away, rising to his feet and staring down at me with hooded eyes and my juices coating his grinning lips. He had his pants held up with one hand and he moved around the desk, dropping them when he reached where my head was dangling.
I was too dazed to do anything but comply when he turned my head by the jaw and brought his cock back to my lips. I lazily swirled my tongue around the head, but he didn’t seem to mind that I was still too dazed to do much else. His hand worked his shaft in tight, quick strokes and before I could fully process what was happening, he came into my mouth with a choked off grunt of my name followed by a long, low groan.
He cradled the back of my head and lifted me up just enough to allow me to swallow everything he gave me and I moaned softly at both the taste of him and the way he softly petted my face with the other hand.
“Good girl,” he breathlessly panted before he pulled away and swiftly redressed himself. He helped me back into a sitting position, standing between my legs as he whispered, “Thank you, angel.”
I thought that was going to be the end of it, so it shocked the hell out of me when he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. I could feel the juices still on his chin dampening my own as we slowly moved our lips together until we both needed to break for air.