Page 83 of Troublemaker
Blake said nothing for a moment, clearly as floored as I was that Emory had a hunch about what was going on. Then he said, “I promise I will to my dying day. But Emory…”
“Stays between us. Doesn’t need to be said,” Emory replied, and then I heard his footsteps and the door shutting softly behind him.
“Fuck,” Blake exhaled, and I wasn’t sure if it was out of pleasure or relief.
I pulled off his cock to say, “Are we in trouble?”
Blake coughed. “We aren’t, but you are. Did I say you could stop? Get that mouth back to work. I want in that tight little throat.”
Reaching down, he grabbed my head again, pulling me back onto his cock, forcing my head over it, more and more, until his cock edged down into my throat and my nose was pushed up against his skin.
“How close are you?” he asked.
I moaned, since I couldn’t speak.
“That close, huh?” he said knowingly. “Okay, stop playing with your pussy and play with my balls instead. Everyone’s leaving and I want to come down that tight little…”
He trailed off as the door to his office opened again, and there was the clack of…
…high heels on tile.
What the hell?
Blake didn’t release my head but didn’t move his hips either, holding me tight as I fought to breathe through my nose as he asked politely, “Can I help you?”
“I certainly hope so,” Professor Putrovski trilled. “You never called or texted, but I’m a modern woman who knows what she wants, so I decided to take fate in my own hands and come ask you out.”
“Oh, shit,” Blake said under his breath, retreating from my mouth a bit.
Oh, shitwas right. I was confident he didn’t want her; he’d made that clear. But how was he going to get out of this? What if he didn’t? What if protecting my future and his was more important to him?
Determined, I leaned in and worked his cock deeper into my mouth, swallowing again until it slid back into my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Blake said again, this time less quietly.
“Excuse me?” my professor asked, confused.
“My apologies,” Blake said smoothly. “Was just remembering something I forgot to do.”
“Well, I won’t keep you long,” Professor Putrovksi said stiffly. This clearly wasn’t going the way she’d expected, or hoped. “There’s the alumni gala on Thursday, and I thought we could go together.”
Oh, this bitch. Maybe I had no real reason to think of her as a bitch, but she was, regardless. I hollowed out my cheeks around Blake’s cock, swallowing around him as I reached a hand underneath him and circled his taint.
“Yeahhhhhhh,” Blake groaned despite himself, slapping a hand on the desk. It was obvious the yeah was to me and not her, but the professor had no way of knowing, damn it.
“Yes?” she asked, sounding happy.
“Yeah, no. I can’t. I already have a commitment that night.”
“A commitment to something other than the alumni dinner where donors give money to the hockey team you’re in charge of?” she asked sharply.
“A commitment to someone else,” he said succinctly as he surged deeper into my mouth, if that was even possible, choking me.
I gurgled unintentionally, cursing myself in case she could hear. Although maybe she should hear. Maybe if she knew there was someone underneath his desk, thatIwas underneath his desk, she’d give up on trying to datemyman. Coach was mine, no one else could have him.
“Oh? Who?”
Blake didn’t answer her for a moment as he stroked my cheek.
