Page 12 of Ivy's Venom

"Those were the terms!" He yells, "the loser gives head." It's starting to look like he lost on purpose.

"I didn't specify from whom." Ivy snarks and the crowd comes alive with laughter again.

Riley steps up to the hood of the car and Pat grabs her arm. "Let’s just go."

"I won't force you," Ivy shrugs. "I can leave here without my prize. But Pat will be banned from this night forward."

Another gasp from the crowd and Pat surges forward. Ivy doesn't even flinch as he nears her face and it's her cousin Carmelo that steps in, his neck bulging. That fucker is huge and I wouldn't fight him unless I had no fucking choice, even then I'd expect to fucking lose.

Riley shakes Pat's hand off her arm and spits at his feet, "we're fucking over."

Carmelo and this Cam dude part a path through the crowd and drag away a struggling Pat.

The crowd erupts in a chorus of ooh and aah's, just as Riley places her hands on Ivy's knees, and slowly pulls them apart. The same rush of anger comes over me and I am jarred to the spot as I realize I don't want anyone between her legs, male or female.

With her legs spread, leaning up on her elbows, Ivy watches as Riley slowly bends down towards her displayed pussy. It's possibly the prettiest pussy I have ever seen and I am overcome with jealousy towards the girl on stilts.

Just as Riley's mouth descends onto Ivy's pussy, Ivy's head tips back, and she lets out a breathless moan, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. The crowd falls to a hush again as everyone watches these girls' foreplay on the hood of the fucking car.

Ivy's hand grabs Riley's ponytail and she wraps the hair around her wrist and fist, pulling her head in closer. Riley's hands slide along the inside of Ivy's upper thighs and pushes them open wider, her tongue sinking into Ivy's core.

Riley is thorough, I'll give her that, she sucks each bit of flesh into her mouth, and then she latches onto Ivy's clit, sinking two fingers inside of her at the same time. Ivy is gyrating her hips against Riley's mouth and I watch as she lays back against the hood, moaning loudly.

The guy beside me curses and when I look over at him, he's rubbing himself through his jeans. I move away from him but I see a lot of the same and I can't fucking blame them, this shit is hot as fuck.

"Fuck." Ivy groans loudly, my attention focusing back on her and Riley.

Watching as Ivy comes apart into the mouth of another female has me both aroused and pissed off. I want her in my mouth and my hands around her throat.

"To find the value ofxyou would have to divide sixteen ..." Mr. O'Connor's voice is cut off by the shrill sound of the end of day bell.

Students hastily get out of their seats in a rush to get the hell out of this school and I can't fucking blame them. I, on the other hand, have detention, so I stay seated.

"I want this page finished tonight for homework." Mr. O'Connor yells at the students' retreating backs.

Then his bright blue eyes land on mine, desire is apparent, and so is frustration by the crinkle between his brows. He saunters to the door and closes it behind one lagging student.

"Ivy." His voice is rough and strained as his head presses against the wood. "How's life at home?"

"What?"

"I'm always worried about my students but after yesterday," he pushes himself away from the door and comes to perch on the edge of my desk, "after yesterday, I was left with a strong feeling that you are not okay being back here."

Is this fucker for real? Is he really going to waste my time? Mr. O’Connor is easily the hottest guy in this school and young for a teacher, just getting out of teacher’s college. His black hair faded at the sides and long on top, styled into a flipped front. His blue eyes are bright and he has two prominent dimples deep in his cheeks. His body is also trim and I wish I could be finding out just how built he is right now instead of this bullshit.

“Fuck this.” I stand abruptly from my seat and bend over to grab my bag.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice is rough and I’m shocked when I feel his fingers glide up my thigh. “I thought we could talk.”

I slowly stand and turn to face him, his fingers moving along with me, landing at mid-thigh. He stands and faces me, his face blank. I look to the front of his pants and notice a sizable bulge, making my core clench with need.

“Hands on the desk, Ivy.”

I do as he says, bending over slightly, and watch as he walks behind me. He flips my skirt up and I swallow back a moan, I’ve been needing this all day.

“Luckily, my classroom is one of the few that lock.” His fingers dance over my panties and they’re soaked. “You’re sure you want this?”

He pops the button on his jeans and drops the zipper slowly, his large cock springing forward. He runs his thumb over the tip, smearing the drop of precum into the skin, and then popping it into his mouth.

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