Page 11 of Star Pupil

I thought back to my eighteenth birthday. “Mrs. Stanton told me you rarely teach anymore, which makes sense since you’re probably busy running your company instead. But if that’s the case, how did you end up here with me?”

He moved backwards, keeping hold of my hips and forcing me to go with him, until he was able to sit down on the couch and then settled me on his lap. “I saw you on set, your first day here.”

“You did?” I gasped. “I don’t remember meeting you, which is hard to believe because you’re totally unforgettable.”

“I’m glad you think so, bright eyes.” He flashed me a satisfied smirk that melted my panties a little—okay, a lot. “But I said I saw you, not that I met you.”

“I don’t understand. If you saw me, but didn’t meet me, what does that have to do with how you ended up here as my teacher three months later?”

“Because you’re damn unforgettable, too.” I might have let out a tiny sigh at his answer. “As crazy as it sounds, I knew what you were to me right from the start, and I made sure I’d have my chance with you. But I had to wait three long months before your birthday, since there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to keep my hands off you for that long.”

“So you’re telling me that after seeing me once, you arranged all of this”—I waved my hand between the table which we’d been using as a work station and us—“just so you’d have the chance to date me?”

“No.”

Darn it, why was I disappointed when the very idea should have freaked me out?

“I did it so I could make you mine.”

Oh, yeah, that was why I wasn’t freaked out. Because Griffin went around saying things that made my panties melt, and then he usually followed it up by removing them and making me scream in ecstasy. Repeatedly.

“I can’t believe you went to all that trouble just for me.”

“Don’t you get it yet, Avery? You’re mine, and I’d do just about anything for you.”

“What about my e-reader? Is it purely a coincidence that you gave Mrs. Stanton two brand new ones right before my birthday or did you plan that too?”

He shrugged, jostling me in his lap since he still hadn’t let go of my waist. “You didn’t know I existed before your birthday, it would have been weird if I’d given it to you myself.”

“But I never even thanked you for it, and it was my best birthday present!”

“No need to get your panties all twisted. You can thank me now.” His thumbs slid under my shirt to stroke my sides.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“I waited three months for your gratitude, bright eyes. I think you can do better than that.”

“Oh you do, do you?” I breathed out. “And how would I go about doing that?”

“I’ve got some suggestions if you aren’t sure.”

The feel of his hardening length under my butt gave me an idea of my own. I crawled off his lap, dropping onto my knees in front of him. I was about to complain when he stopped my progress, but then I realized he only wanted to set a pillow on the floor for my knees. I watched, licking my lips, as he unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper. Leaning forward, I slid my hands up his thighs, moving one further up until I stroked his length.

“Lick the tip,” he instructed.

I lowered my head and flicked my tongue to lick a drop of pre-come before it dripped to the floor. Then I worked my way down his shaft as far as I could go. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, twisting it back and forth while I bobbed up and down on his length.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”

I hummed in satisfaction, making his hips jerk up. I did it again, and his fingers tugged at my hair.

“You keep that up, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming down your throat.”

It was a warning, but one I didn’t intend to heed since that was exactly what I wanted. He’d driven me crazy so many times, I wanted to be the one to give that to him this time around. I kept at it, sucking as hard as I could, and my humming turned into moaning as his hips bucked upwards. They lifted once more, his fingers clenched against my scalp, holding me in place, and the sounds of his grunts filled my ears as he jerked inside my mouth, filling it with his come. I gulped it down, amazed I wasn’t choking, and gasped for air when he pulled out after he was done.

He hauled me off my knees and back onto his lap, burying his head in my shoulder. “You made me feel so damn good.”

“Good enough that you’ll give me a little more time to figure out how to clue my mom into our relationship without turning this into World War Three?”

“You’re damn lucky I’m feeling so mellow. It’s the only reason I’ll give you a few more days before we go public.”

With the trouble my mom caused the next day, I probably would have been better off if we’d just gone out to dinner.

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