Page 30 of Dark Ink

Every pair of eyes was on me, wide, shocked, aroused. They’d witnessed something that they couldn’t understand. That they couldn’t possibly ever know. I looked over the poor bastards and then sighed.

“Class dismissed.”

Eithne

The floor beneath me rattled as the class began to file out of the auditorium.

I wiped my mouth in the dim light beneath the lectern and licked my lips. I could still taste the saltiness of Rian’s cum. I savoured it. Held it on my tongue. Still, I wanted more.

My mouth watered. My nipples ached against the fabric of my sweatshirt, and my slick thighs were squeezed together as I sat on my kneeling knees. Rian’s cock still hung free from his pants. Still long and thick. Still glistening with my saliva. Still alluring as I slipped my hands beneath my butt to keep myself from reaching out for it. Guiding it toward my pussy. Taking my own pleasure.

My cheeks flared hot and uncomfortable. It had nothing to do with the voices of students just beyond a thin panel of wood behind me. They were trying to ask questions to Professor Merrick; Professor Merrick was trying to get them to leave.

“No, I have some pressing business to attend to,” I heard him tell them.

It must have been slightly confusing to them. When he said this and then remained frozen at the spot. Not gathering up his bag that was limp beside the lectern. Not heading toward the door. I alone knew why. And it turned me on. I bit my lower lip and told myself to stop.

“Not now,” Rian tried again.

He shifted in tighter toward the empty space beneath the lectern, shifted in tighter toward me. I knew it was just to hide his spent erection from his students. But I liked it, nonetheless. Him close. Him closer. His body within reach. His cock meant just for me. My stomach clenched. My chin fell to my chest like I was praying, kneeling before a pew in a dusty, sunlit church.

“Pray. Go on and pray. Pray for your damned soul. Pray for your whore mouth. No one’s listening, Eithne. Not a goddamn one.”

Rian called toward the door, “Yes, yes, next class. Yes, no, really, get the fuck out now!”

I’d told myself that I’d just been here to pay him back. That now that I’d made him come, tasted him, we were even and we didn’t have to keep going.

But I was lying to myself.

I wasn’t just here for him. I was here for me. I wanted him to carry out everything he’d promised me. Pain. Pleasure. I wanted to know everything about sinful sex. I wanted Rian.

The truth was I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. I’d been walking around in an agitated jittery state, desperate for release, desperate for him.

Later I’d have to live with myself, live with the truth that my father was right all along. Right now, I didn’t care if he was.

The door clicked shut. For a moment there was nothing. Just the panting of my own breath in that hot dark. Just the ticking of the clock on the wall. Just the beating of my ashamed heart in time. Slow and anguished and devastated.

Rian slipped his spent cock back into his pants. Zippered. Buttoned. His legs moved away from the lectern and I froze.

Oh God, what had I done? Oh God, what I had done?

I heard a lock switch on the door, footsteps coming back. Rian again stood before the lectern. But this time he lowered himself in front of me, reached under the desk for me. His strong hands closed around my upper arms. I barely had time to resist before he was pulling me out to my feet and I was blinking at the light.

I thought I’d see amusement on his face; what a joy it must have been, to not even ask for a too-young student to suck him off during class, to swallow every last drop as he lectured. I thought there would be a look in Rian’s eyes that resembled my father’s, that resembled Stewart’s, fevered and disgusted.

But that wasn’t the way Rian looked at me at all.

He looked at me like he’d just woken up starving. Like I was his next meal.

“You…” his voice, dark and husky, slid down my body in shivers, “have been a very naughty girl.”

His hands slid down my body, causing heat to pulse in my core. He grabbed my ass, he lifted me to sit at the edge of the lectern. Before I could close my legs, he stepped between them, forcing me to stay open. His gaze dropped to my skirt riding up my thighs. Fuck. My pussy clenched.

I swear he could see, he could tell, that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Fuck, I can smell you. So sweet. Can’t wait to sink inside you…” He reached for my skirt.

Before I could stop myself, I pushed his hands away.

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