My arousal must have soaked right through my panties. A flush scalds my face.
I start to shake my head as if I can deny the evidence right before his eyes. At the same moment, his fingers glide down to trace right over the spot where I’m aching most.
A whimper I can’t contain spills from my throat. I just barely hold back from pressing into his touch.
“Hmm.” There’s an increasingly ragged quality to his words. “You’ve bent over for me. Let’s see if you’ll let me break you.”
His gloved fingers tease down to my clit and press against that sensitive spot. The texture of the leather through the thin fabric only heightens the sensation.
I stifle a moan. Something firm is pressing against my torso that I don’t remember feeling earlier. How turned on is Cole?
The knowledge that he’s hard sends another spike of pleasure racing through me that I can’t suppress. A pang shoots from my palm right down my center.
Professor Raith strokes me from my clit across my opening, and something snaps inside me.
His fingers trace over every hot hungry part of me again and again, and all I can do is gasp and rock with the motions of his hand. Bliss unspools from my pussy all through my abdomen. Every nerve in my body trembles with the most delicious torture.
“So agreeable when I’ve got you splayed out on me,” Cole says in what’s almost a groan. “That’s right. Just like that.”
He nudges my panties aside to dip a finger right into me, and a full moan bursts from my mouth. I press my face to my forearm, my teeth pinching the skin through my sleeve, my body shaking.
Professor Raith thrusts the finger deeper into me, and deeper again, in a rhythm with another finger still rubbing my clit.
It only takes a few more strokes before I shatter.
The rush of release slams through me. I shudder on his lap. The professor lets out a choked sound.
The pleasure washes from my body—and the knowledge of what we just did comes crashing in.
I scramble up and away from him, both sets of cheeks flaming, knees trembling. My skirt falls back into place over panties that are now drenched.
How did I let this happen? Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Professor Raith stares at me as if in a daze and then with the blood draining from his already pale face. His hand with my arousal staining his glove goes limp at his side. “I...”
He shoves himself to his feet, but I’m not sticking around to find out how this situation could get even worse.
“I won’t—I won’t tell anyone,” I stammer out, since that’s probably his biggest concern. And yet again this is even more my fault than he knows.
Then I bolt out the door without looking back.
Thirty
Elodie
“Sooo,” Madison says in a gossipy tone, smoothing her platinum bob as she waits for me to finish grabbing what I need from my locker, “you and Professor Raith really got into it this morning.”
Other conversations warble through the hall around us. None of our classmates seem to be listening in on ours, but my skin heats all the same.
I didn’t know it was possible to blush from between your legs, but I’d swear that’s where it starts. I think I manage to master the flush before it spreads all the way to my face.
Madison doesn’t mean the way Cole and Iactuallygot into it. Everyone saw how angry he was in Divination. Word has spread across the 15th year—and probably beyond. When I turned up late for lunch, Stella asked me if I was okay, and my stumbled response only made her brow knit with concern.
Madison isn’t checking in on my well-being, though. She’s just hunting for any dirt she might have missed.
Behind her, Cadance rolls her eyes. I get the impression she’s more bothered that she isn’t getting similar attention than that I might be traumatized. “You know how Raith is. His whole reputation is built on being the bestest ever. Radiants forbid anyone makes him look a little inept. What’s he going to do but sputter a bit?”
Oh, he did a lot more than that. The tiny fragment of memory that slips past my defenses—the friction of his gloved finger circling my clit—sparks another flush. The sting in my palm digs so deep I bite my tongue.
