Page 1 of Surrender
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Dallis watched as she moved around the room. He was sure he needed to pay attention to whatever she was saying, but he had no will to at the moment. Hell, if he were honest, he would admit he always heard her but never listened. Preferring to enjoy the tone of her voice rather than listen about whatever country they were discussing.
She was a goddess if there ever was one. Her Hershey-colored skin made him lick his lips whenever he looked at her. Making him wonder what it tasted like, felt like. Her voice was like a siren’s call, beckoning him, seducing him.
This had been going on for almost two months, and he had decided he wouldn’t take it anymore. He was going to have her, pleasure her, and he was confident that she would enjoy every moment. Well, once she stopped fighting him, that was.
Dallis was no fool. He knew that she would do everything in her power to deny what he would make her feel. It would only be normal for her to do so, but that wouldn’t detour him. He was known throughout his group of friends for his patience, but he wasn’t sure how it would hold up in his pursuit of her. Especially since he’d been waiting since meet the teacher.
Sighing, he moved his head to the left as the person in front of him shifted, blocking his view. He used to glare at the back of Avery’s head when he would do this—convinced that he was doing it on purpose. However, he realized he wasn’t and was just a restless person, always moving. Though it still annoyed the hell out of Dallis.
The bell rang, and Dallis stayed seated. He was always the last one out of his history class, preferring to stay a couple of minutes for an uninterrupted view.
When the last student left, he got up and made his way up to her desk, having thought of the perfect reason to spend some alone time with her.
“Ms. Morris, can I talk to you for a second?”
His history teacher looked up at him from shuffling the papers on her desk. Her brown eyes locked onto his green ones.
“Sure, Dallis.”
“It’s about the history project you gave us yesterday. I looked over it last night, and I’m a little confused about a few parts. Could you help me?”
“Of course. Would you like to come to my room after school, and we can discuss it?”
“I can do that. Thanks, Ms. Morris,” Dallis responded, giving her a smile all his female classmates tended to fawn over.
Turning, he walked out of the classroom and into the hallway, where he found one of his best friends, Hayden, leaning against the wall waiting for him. It had thinned out some, and there weren’t as many students in the halls since the tardy bell would ring in a couple of minutes.
“Still haven’t made your move, I see,” his friend spoke as they headed to chemistry.
“I’m preparing. I have a meeting with her after school to discuss a project,” Dallis told him.
“Finally. It’s been two months.”
“Which is less than the amount of time you’ve been trying to figure out how to make a move on your neighbor,” Dallis threw back with a smirk.
“Touché,” Hayden stated with a nod. “I’m just waiting for the right opportunity to finesse her gorgeous ass.”
“Yeah, sure you are.”
With that, they walked into chemistry and took their seats in the back. Putting in his headphones, Dallis tuned out. He was a straight-A student and a whiz with formulas. As long as the students were passing, the teacher didn’t mind them listening to music.
Once the last bell rang, Dallis gathered his things and made his way to his locker. Putting away all the things he didn’t need, he closed it before heading to Ms. Morris’ classroom. Her door was open when he arrived, so he walked in.
He found her sitting at her desk with a red pen and knew that she was grading papers. She looked up at him when he stopped in front of her desk and placed her pen down.
“Hello, Dallis. You can take a seat at that desk, and we can discuss what you need help with,” she informed him with a smile. That smile and the sound of her voice had his dick twitching.
Taking the seat she indicated, he pulled out the project requirements that she handed out to the entire class the day before. She’d given them two weeks to do it, and he was sure he could knock it out in a day or two, but Dallis had made a mental note of which things would logically give someone a bit of trouble and decided to act as if he needed help with those.
He watched her walk around to the front of her desk before leaning back against it. His eyes slowly traveled her. She was wearing a knee-length black pencil skirt with a lavender blouse accentuating her curves in all the right places. His eyes continued tracing the curve of her neck, and he licked his lips, imagining his hand wrapped around it as he fucked her.
“So, what is it you’re having trouble with?”
Her voice pulled him from his musing, and it wasn’t a moment too soon as he felt himself getting hard. Looking down at the project requirements, he listed the three that were “giving him trouble.”
For the next thirty minutes, they discussed the different ways he could fulfill the requirements and expound on them within his topic. They were things he already knew, but he listened so that he could hear that succubus-like voice.
