Page 49 of SNOB

I haven’t worked on that mural with her, but I watch her during practice. Seeing her in the rink has upped my level of performance. She’s a reminder of what’s at stake if either of us fuck this up.

“Ready, Mac?” Professor Riviera asks from behind her desk. Sunlight streams onto Ember’s face as she chews on the end of her brush, her narrow eyes boring into mine. I keep that gaze as I stand and drop my robe.

A resounding gasp comes from the class as Ember’s body stiffens, her brush dropping from her lips.

“W-wow,” Professor Riviera stutters. That’s the usual response. I’m not one of those balls of lard you see on an NHL team. I keep my shit correct. I don’t slack on this body; it keeps me going. Professor Riviera clears her throat. “I mean, great! You can all begin.”

It takes a moment for Ember to pick up her brush. My eyes don’t leave hers when she finally dips it in paint and puts it on the canvas. It’s cold in this room, but keeping my eyes on her sends heat to my skin.

That’s cause I hate her.

My heart pounds the more I stare but I’m not turning my eyes away.

She peaks around her canvas as she bites her lip. I’ve seen that look before in the rink. She’s concentrating. Cute. Annoyingly cute.

Her clothes are still a contrast to her new accommodations. A shirt with a graffiti-style word and cutoffs. Her uniform. This shirt reads “Grim,” like she’s telling everyone she’s proud of where she’s from. Idiot. That only makes her a target. I'll do something about that.

My cock jumps when her eyes hit mine. Shifting in my seat, I’m surprised he’s alive in this cold room. But he’s only getting harder when she looks away, and back again.

Fuck it. It’s a live painting class and we’re all adults here. I don’t have control over this. I don’t have control when she purses her lips. Or shifts in her seat, those thighs spilling over the wood of the small stool as her ass fills the entire space.

Ember’s eyes drop to my hardening cock, then back up at mine. I greet her gaze with a wider smirk. A glance shows me that I’m hard as fuck. We’re not the only ones to notice as snickers come from around the class. Ember shifts in her seat again. I can’t tell if she’s uncomfortable, or as weirdly turned on by this as I am. That day in the quad rushes back to me. I can feel the blood rushing between my legs when I remember how hard she came for me.

“Keep going everyone,” Professor Riviera calls to the class. Her voice comes closer as if she’s behind me. “Are we okay over here, Mac?” She must be referring to my royal staff.

“Perfect,” I respond, my voice lower than I expect.

“Oh my god, are you hard right now, Mac?” Hannah’s voice rings through the class.

“Maybe he needs a break,” Ember pipes up. “Or a part of him does.”

“Why? You want to break me off, Everett?”

Her mouth flattens but I see those nipples harden through that shirt. Part of me wishes she was in this seat in the middle of the class. Those full tits out and those clamps back on her. It’s a shame she doesn’t get to see how pretty she looks when she’s all mine.

Hannah laughs. “He’s joking. Mac wouldn’t notice her if she wasn’t directly in front of him. Starved for attention, much?”

“You give me plenty of attention,” Ember says. “I can’t tell if you’re into me, or jealous this is the last stiff dick you’ll see in a very long while.”

My smirk grows, that fiery attitude in full display. Few people can clap back at Hannah.

“Girls, play nice,” their professor says.

Their bicker quiets, but my stiffy doesn’t nor do my eyes move from Ember. Watching her work makes time fly, her attention shifting from her canvas to me. She’s intense when she’s working, the same concentration she had when she aimed that gun at me. But that attention breaks whenever her eyes land on me. It only feels like minutes when Professor Riviera's timer goes off.

“That’s it for today's class,” Professor Riviera calls. “I have to head out right away so leave your canvases, sign your names and I’ll collect them when I’m back.” Ember’s prof is quick to grab her stuff and takes one last look at me, still naked. I don’t miss when her eyes drop to my cock, still hard as fuck. “Thank you, Mac. You can put your robe back on.”

I shrug, my eyes still on Ember. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Hey, Mac,” Hannah approaches me. “Looking good today.”

Ember scoffs, “Thirsty much?”

“Not as thirsty for blood as you are.”

“Nothing’s worse than your thirst for Mac’s cock,” Ember fires back.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that?” Hannah asks, her hand pushing my shoulder. “You’ve been weird since she got here. We’re royalty. She’s not. Remember?”

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