Page 29 of Teach Me
I clenched a fistful of his shirt. ‘I’m so… I’m so…’ The apology got stuck when the vibrations stopped so suddenly that I was left gasping. What the hell? Bewildered – and pissed off – I shot a glare towards where Dr Braithwaite sat.
‘Ah, I see what’s going on.’ Dan laughed softly. ‘You’re with Emmerson, aren’t you?’
‘Emmerson?’ I blinked repeatedly. ‘Oh, you mean – how do you know him?’
He guided me onto the dance floor and wrapped an arm around my waist. ‘We were roommates at Cambridge.’
‘University?’ I put my hand on his shoulder, blowing out a long breath. The break in vibrations was a welcome pause. ‘Are you also a lecturer?’
The music shifted to a slower beat, and the others on the dance floor merged into couples. Dan held me close to his body as we swayed. ‘No, I’m a therapist. Academics were always more his forte.’
The flashing lights reflected off his dark hair and lit up his eyes. Probing eyes that knew all my secrets, including the now dormant toy deep inside me. His lopsided grin suggested he also knew why someone like me, a woman who had never imagined herself in a situation like this, would wear a vibrator in public.
My heels clicked against the sticky floor as I moved with Dan. ‘Why do I suspect you know what’s going on?’
‘How do you mean?’ he asked innocently, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
‘Doctor Braithwaite – Emmerson, I mean. He didn’t tell you about me, did he? We’ve never met, yet you knew I was here with him.’
His smile broadened, flashing white teeth. ‘I know him well enough to recognise the signs.’ He looked at someone behind me. ‘Don’t I?’
‘Signs of what?’
My whole body tingled when Dr Braithwaite put his hand on my lower back. ‘Mind if I cut in?’
It took a conscious effort not to spin around and hump his leg. Every inch of me wanted him. I wanted to breathe only his scent. Wanted to drown in his taste. Wanted to hear only his deep voice.
Dan stepped back, but Dr Braithwaite didn’t take his place in front of me. Instead, he pulled me against his chest, his erection pressing against my back. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, letting him continue this slow game of seduction, of power and control.
He swept my hair off my shoulder and pressed his lips against my flushed skin. ‘You’ve done well. I’m proud of you.’
His praise warmed my whole body. ‘Can we go now?’
‘Not yet.’ He pressed his hand against my stomach as he moved us to the beat. ‘I want to feel you come first.’
‘What?’ I glanced at the other dancers. ‘You can’t be serious. People can see us.’
‘I know.’ The vibrator buzzed to life again, and my head dropped back against his chest. ‘You’ll still come for me, won’t you?’
I bit my lip, holding back a moan. ‘I can’t – they’ll see me.’
‘Ignore them.’ He turned us to face Dan, who was back at the bar, sipping his drink. ‘You like being watched, Ophelia. Let him see you come.’
I groaned and shook my head. ‘I don’t know him.’
‘But I do.’ Dr Braithwaite nipped at my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin. ‘He wants to watch you.’
Maybe he did. Dan paid more attention to me than to his drink. He watched my body’s small jerks with every shock of pleasure. Watched as I squeezed my thighs together and bit my lip to hold back my moans.
Dr Braithwaite guided my body into a slow rhythm. My muscles objected to every move. It wanted to hide from those intense eyes watching us. It wanted to be alone with Dr Braithwaite. I shut my eyes.
He nipped my shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through me. ‘Eyes.’
I reluctantly opened them. A sharp gasp escaped me as he cupped my pussy over my dress, his long finger just grazing my clit. I stared wide-eyed at Dan as Dr Braithwaite continued stroking. Not hard enough to make me come, but with enough pressure to make my knees tremble and turn me into a heaving ball of need.
‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ he rasped in my ear. ‘Do you want my cock stretching your tight little cunt?’
I shuddered. ‘Yes.’
