Page 16 of Teach Me
Unzip his trousers?
I knew I had him enthralled. Forgoing his drink to watch me play with myself, Dr Braithwaite moved closer to his window. Spurred on, I scooted backwards on the desk and propped my heels on the edge. He could see all of me now, my bare breasts and my soaked pussy. I made sure he could by spreading my wet folds and slowly sweeping my fingers up and down. He wanted me. I could feel his blazing gaze on me. Felt it in every inch of my body as I slid two fingers inside and fucked myself slowly in front of him.
The glass remained in his hand as I sucked off my fingers before dipping in for more. His other hand moved to his crotch, a quick adjustment that made me smile. When I moved my fingers to my clit, I gasped at the sensation. I was so damn close already. My hips rocked against my fingers as I increased pressure and speed. Biting my bottom lip, I tried to hold back my moans – and to keep myself from coming too soon.
A door slammed nearby, startling me. Heart pounding, I looked towards the study room’s door where a dark silhouette stopped outside its frosted glass. My stomach dipped. This was it; I was going to get caught.Move, a voice screamed at me in my head.Cover up. Get off the desk.But I couldn’t get my body to move. Couldn’t do anything but stare at the figure outside the door until their footsteps faded in the distance.
I giggled. Too close for comfort. Part of me was annoyed with the thrill of almost getting caught, but it was also surprisingly exhilarating. I wasn’t sure what to think about that. Dr Braithwaite would find it amusing. I squinted to check.
It might have been my imagination, but he seemed to know exactly what had happened. He also appeared pleased that I’d stayed in position. Lifting his glass, he tried to hide his grin ashe waited to see what I would do next. Did I want to leave? Hell, yes, but I couldn’t until he invited me to cross the street.
‘Prudish,’ I muttered to myself as I resumed touching myself. ‘I’ll prove you wrong.’ I slid two fingers inside, then let my knees fall to the side. He needed to see how well I followed his orders, so I worked for my reward.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my fingers circled my clit, my eyes not leaving his. He watched every rock of my hips against my hand. Watched as I threw my head back and moaned. Did he wish he were here with me? My teeth dug deeper into my lip as I flicked my clit. Yes, he did. I could see it in his eyes. In the tension in his body. He wanted these fingers to be his. He wanted to taste me again. He wanted to…
I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, lost in my fantasies about him. I imagined him stepping up between my legs. He’d watch me pleasure myself until he couldn’t take it any longer. He’d pin my hands to the table, then he’d drag his tongue, hot and demanding, from my entrance to my clit. With long licks and deep sucks, he would take me to the edge of what I could handle. My pleas and moans would fill the room. I would clutch his hair and buck my hips against him as he tormented me with his wicked skills. Then he would grab my hips and…
I arched my back as my orgasm hit me. For a long, blissful moment, I was lost in the waves of pleasure, lost in my head with him. Then I slumped back onto the desk, utterly spent. The wooden surface was cold against my skin, soothing as my heart pounded. Another giggle escaped me. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. Worst of all, I’d loved every minute.
I pushed onto my elbows, blew my hair out of my face, and searched for him across the street. The overhead lights now illuminated every inch of his office. Heat crept to my cheeks as Dr Braithwaite’s gaze met mine. Dressed in his usual dark suit, he looked every bit like a professional, well-respected academic.He had discarded his glass and now stood with his arms folded across his chest, a wry smile curling the corner of his mouth. He was too far away to see if my performance had affected him. But it must have.
I sat upright, straightened my clothes, and lifted a brow in a silent dare for him to invite me over.
Instead of a crook of his finger or even an approving nod to say I’d risen to the challenge and pleased him, he gave a soft but determined shake of his head, a move I recognised well from being his student for so many years.
Apply yourself, Ophelia, his deep voice said in my head, echoing our last meeting.You have so much potential.
My lips pressed thin in defiance. I had applied myself. I’d followed his order of getting off in the library. Maybe I hadn’t done it for the thirty minutes he wanted, but that wasn’t my fault. I’d been too caught up in my fantasy about being with him to hold off my orgasm long enough.
Dr Braithwaite’s smile widened. He cocked his head to the side, like he had a hundred times before, and it worked. It always did.
I huffed. Fine. If he wanted a thirty-minute show, I would give it to him. I would make him beg me to cross the street. Better yet, I could make him regret not inviting me sooner. All I needed was a willing participant.
Chapter Five
I downed the rest of my gin and tonic and made another sweep of the crowd. I’d been in the student bar for an hour now, unable to pick someone. What about the guy in the corner? He fit the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ stereotype. I’d seen him around before, so I knew he had a reputation for being a player, but I couldn’t remember his name.
He noticed me checking him out and approached. ‘See something you like?’
Definitely a player. He bore signs of having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, with cuts and bruises marking his face. He smelled good, though. Earthy tones hid beneath a cloud of spicy cologne. Charming smile as well, albeit a tad cocky.
Frowning, I leaned against the bar. ‘What’s your name?’
‘I’m Lewis.’ He offered me his hand. ‘Lewis Carter.’
‘Ah.’
The pieces finally fit. Every campus had unwritten rules. Most of Ladeworth’s involved the Carter brothers. Trouble was the last thing on my mind tonight, so I turned away.
‘Aw,’ he teased. ‘The cold shoulder already?’
‘You’re more trouble than you’re worth.’ I forced a stiff smile, avoiding eye contact. ‘No offence.’
‘None taken.’ He sighed as he copied my position, resting against the bar to observe the busy room. ‘It’s not true, by the way.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Whatever you’ve heard about me.’
