Page 18 of Playing By Their Rules

“Put the food away until after class, please.”

Her cheeks flush, but she straightens out the wrapper and puts the candy back inside of it.

At the end of class, Maisie lingers in the lecture hall. Several male students linger, too. I hear excuses of wanting to form a study group, share notes. Someone point-blank asks her out, but I’m relieved to hear her turn him down.

Mine, I want to say, feeling possessive and ugly inside.

But there was that other guy, from the empty classroom. She’s probably turning down dates because of him.

The thought enrages me. I know it isn’t right, but I can’t seem to make my feelings change.

The group around her thins after that, but three guys remain.

I could leave, but I also can’t. I can’t make my feet move. So I sit down at the desk and flip through my lecture notes, shuffling them around like I’m putting them in order. In actuality, I’m only making a mess I’ll need to clean up later, but it can’t be helped. I won’t leave her alone with these guys.

She gives her phone number to one of them to “share notes.” She has to say her number out loud because his phone battery is dead and he needs to write it, and I’m the worst sort of creep, because I write it down, too. Worse, I think she knows I wrote it down.

Eventually, the last guys leave. Maisie stays to pack up her laptop and gather her things. She doesn’t speak to me or look at me.

I shouldn’t engage, but I can’t resist.

“Those boys only want one thing from you,” I say.

“You think?” Her voice is full of the sass I ought to be spanking right out of her.

“I know.”

“Maybe,” she says slowly, “maybe the thing they want…maybe I want it right back.”

She can’t mean that. I don’t want her to mean that. She can’t want it—not from them.

She puts her bag over her shoulder, then pulls something from the outer pocket.

She unwraps the lollipop I’d told her to put away during class. Slowly. Challenging me to order her not to.

Gritting my teeth, I say nothing. It’s impossible to do anything but stare back at her.

She flicks her tongue out to taste the sugary knob.

I feel that tongue on my cock. Wet, warm, slippery.

As if she knows what’s running through my head, she smirks and says, “Bye, Teach,” and flounces out of the lecture hall.

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Maisie

Did I only imagine Professor Wexton’s growl of irritation as I left the lecture hall earlier today? Probably. The thought still gives me a thrill, though.

Professor Carlisle’s class was less eventful. It seemed as if he stared at me, too, but we didn’t actually talk, not like I did with Chance.

And Ethan let me keep my lollipop, so that was fun. I carefully avoided looking at him while I licked and sucked at it, but I like to think he watched me. My panties were wet by the time class ended, and my thighs were tense from how I kept squeezing them together.

A few hours later, Bradley and I walk back to campus and up to Gladius Hall for our second attempt at tormenting Chance. I wish there was an empty classroom next to Ethan’s office, but there isn’t, and his office hours are at times when more people are around.

We pause at the base of the steps and I take in the double doors of the entrance. I start to open my mouth, but Bradley says, “If you’re going to ask me if I’m sure one more time, we’re quitting now. I already said I’m okay with this. I think it’s funny and I like enabling your wild behavior when it comes to these guys. I want to see you torture them into giving you the D. Okay?”

I laugh and shake my head. “What are you, a mind reader?”

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