Page 51 of Tops
I placed my palms flat on the table behind me to prop my weight on while my feet swung. “Did you like your pictures?” I asked, smiling, knowing that my back was against the light so he wouldn’t be able to see it.
He slammed his palms against the table as he sat up quickly, only a few inches from my face. I could only see bits and pieces of him in the light, and the shadows hardened his features. My heart hammered against my ribcage and prickles, or fear mixed with excitement, which somehow turned me on.
I licked my lips as I imagined what a kiss from Nik would feel like. Like the passing of a ship, his lips made their way to my ear. “Is that what you were thinking about in my classroom rather than paying attention, Miss Harlow?”
The way his mouth wrapped around my name made it sound deliciously dirty. He pulled back as if looking for my reaction despite the lighting conditions. Instead, I reached out with one hand to grab the front of his shirt, yanking him back to me. He turned his head at the last moment to deny me a taste yet again.
I sucked the lobe of his ear into my mouth instead, opting to give him a little nibble before whispering my message. “Actually, I was thinking about the touch of your hands on my body.”
I felt his chest rumble as he groaned. Making these men fall apart was the most addictive feeling I had ever experienced. Feeling the power of their desire for me washed away every sense of decency in my mind. I needed to scratch my way into their memories the way they had so quickly planted themselves in mine.
One of his hands grabbed my bottom jaw. My fingers tightened in his shirt as I continued to pull him into me. “You will have to work on your acting skills then, Vanessa. Because if you keep looking at me like that while I am trying to teach, I will bend you over this desk,” he growled.
“Yes,” I hissed out, and his fingers pressed into my skin for a moment.
I felt his hot mouth on the skin of my neck, just under my ear. He moved his lips lower while his hand tilted my chin to the sky. My grip on his shirt failed, and I needed my arm to help brace myself again. His hand gripping me moved slowly down my throat, trailing after his tongue.
His lips stopped where my shirt began, but his hand continued. He pressed his palm against my chest hard enough to make me realize he wanted me to lie on the desk. I lowered myself slowly until my head rested on the flat surface. I craned back to look at the lecture hall door to ensure no one had come in.
Nik touched me with both hands as he stood between my spread thighs. My clothes blocked his skin from coming into contact with mine, and I mentally reconsidered the old school student uniform with skirts. It would mean easier access if we were planning on throwing caution to the wind and fucking on campus often.
We really couldn’t get caught. We shouldn’t have been messing around on campus.
My concerns evaporated as Nik grabbed and pulled my leggings and underwear from my body. Somehow, my shoes slipped off, tumbling to the floor before my pants. It was like ripping a band-aid off, something he just needed to get over with as quickly as possible. His hands immediately returned to rub across my thighs. His grip was rough, nothing like the delicate touch of pressure I felt when he touched me with my clothes on. I savored the roughness of his skin; the calluses earned from hard work scraping across me.
Gripping my calves, he threw one leg over each shoulder before leaning in to put his mouth on the now exposed skin of my lower stomach while his hands pushed their way under my shirt. Each cupped a breast of its own, kneading and massaging as his mouth trailed lower.
My hands reached up to grab the edge of the desk when Nik’s tongue swiped between my folds. At the same time, he squeezed my breasts as my back bowed off the desk, and a moan echoed through the room. The surging rush of hunger washed through me as my body roared to life.
He began feasting on me as if it was all he could think about for the past few days. My fingers dug into the wood as all I could do was hold on and hope to come out the other side of this in one piece. I screamed out Nik’s name as he pushed me into the quickest orgasm of my life. As if caught in a tornado, my voice bounced off the walls, reverberating over and over again in my ears.
I relaxed my thighs; my legs were in the air with my feet on Nik’s back. He removed my legs, allowing them to hang limply off the desk while he sat in his chair. I moved to my elbows before sitting upright enough to use my palms. Nik sat on his seat of superiority, his legs splaying with his hands steepled in his lap. The dim light highlighted his messy hair and revealed the look of savage hunger on his face.
“You keep forgetting I am Professor Cage here, Vanessa,” he said, like I needed to be reprimanded. I didn’t feel shame or embarrassment as excitement ran through me. He wanted to play some more. Nik got off on the forbidden aspect of our arrangement, which was why he liked me. If I wanted to make an impression on him, I would have to be open to some risks.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” I said with my sweetest tone.
“Hop down. You’re getting my desk all wet,” he said sternly as his eyes fixed on my spread thighs.
I looked down, noticing my skin flushed a deep red as my folds glistened with my arousal. He wasn’t wrong about the mess I was making on his desk as I noticed several glistening spots on the wood. I closed my legs and slid off the top, landing between Nik’s spread thighs.
“Turn around,” he said, bringing his hand up to motion in a circle.
I turned back to face the desk and awaited my next order.
“Lay your chest flat on the table and put your hands behind your back.”
I smiled and bent at the waist, laying my torso on the table with my head turned to the side. My hands moved into fists as I placed them on the small of my back. I heard a metallic click that I knew well from my childhood; handcuffs. Nik didn’t seem to struggle with the narrative of the fantasy as he slipped back into detective so easily.
The cold metal wrapped around one wrist, tightening slowly as the clicks of the sliding locks echoed in the hall. I felt the bite of the unforgiving material as it pressed on my skin if I tried to move much. The second cuff slid against the skin of my other wrist. I could feel wet heat pooling between my legs as cool air passed across my exposed lips.
“You don’t mind if I take a few pictures to share with the others, right?” Nik said from behind me.
“As long as they are just for my little harem’s eyes, then you have my permanent permission,” I said confidently, loving that I had called them my harem.
I could faintly hear shuffling as Nik moved around behind me. No doubt taking pictures from different angles. He took so long that the edge of excitement started to wane, and I started to feel impatient. I wiggled my butt slightly, hoping he would get my signal that it was time to move on.
“Hold on one second, Vanessa,” Nik said, his voice all business. Light shined from behind me, casting a shadow of my ass on the backrest of the seat. “Fuck,” Nik muttered.
