“Why were you on Davien’s lap?” Saint’s low growl in my ear had my heart jumping into my throat, thumping so hard I thought I might choke.
“None of your business,” I retorted, aware I was playing with the wrong man.
His chest pressed into my back. “Wrong answer, Levana. Make no mistake, you are my business. It’s why I’m here.”
“What,” I asked, confused.
He swung me around, grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head with one hand. His other hand slipped under my skirt and inched its way into my panties.
“What are you doing?” I gasped when his warm fingers slid over my slit.
His eyes locked with mine, his lips curved in a smirk. “Giving you what you wanted.” He rolled one finger over my clit and I arched into him, groaning.
“What’s that?” I panted, as his movements sped up.
One brow lifted. “My cock. Isn’t that what you wanted, little girl?”
The sudden turning of the doorknob had me tensing. Saint pulled out his hand and moved me to stand behind the door just as it opened.
“Mr Sinclair,” I heard the janitor’s surprised voice.
“Shit.” I cupped my mouth, trying not to breathe.
“Give me a minute, will you, just have a little spill that needs cleaning up.” Mr Sinclair said.
“Take your time, sir, I’ll come back.” The janitor closed the door.
Saint was on me before I could move. His hands on my waist, he dropped to his haunches, lifted my skirt and slid my panties down.
“What are you doing,” I breathed, even as anticipation lined my gut.
“Remember that spill?” He winked before his head disappeared under my skirt and his tongue lanced through my slit a second later.
“Oh, God,” I cried out, grabbing the shelf next to me for support.
“Spread your legs, Levana,” he rasped against my pussy lips. I did as he asked, widening my stance. “Now, keep still and keep quiet.”
“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, feeling his tongue curl around my clit.
I dropped my head to the wall, my chest rising and falling in quick succession as Mr Sinclair sucked, licked and nibbled my pussy like it was a special lunch serving. When he drove his tongue into my entrance, I grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. Then he slid a finger inside me, fucking me hard and fast as his tongue lapped at my clit.
“Saint,” I gasped, my orgasm making waves down my spine. “Oh...” I dug my nails into the hard skin beneath his shirt, shoving my pussy into his face to gain that last bit of friction.
But he didn’t give me that, he drew back, pulled up my panty and stood. My jaw dropped on the lost orgasm. “What the—” I was breathing hard, my fingers clenching.
Those wet lips slid into a wicked smirk before he wiped them. “You’re going to be late for your next class, Levana.”
“You’re a horrible man, Mr Sinclair,” I grumbled.
His hand on the knob. “I know.” He grinned. “I think you’re going to enjoy your next class, have fun.” Then he pulled the door open and walked out.
I took a moment to breathe, righted my clothes and slowly opened the door. Satisfied no one was about, I stepped out. As I did, I felt a strange sensation inside my pussy, against my clit to be precise. At first, I thought my panty had bunched along my slit and ignored it, like I usually did, racing for my calculus class. However, with each step, the sensation on my clit grew worse but not in a bad way. It actually felt good, almost like Saint’s tongue when he’d sucked me. Thinking the sucking had cause me to swell, I ignored it.
If I wasn’t late for class, I would’ve stopped over at the bathroom. But Mr Peabody was a stickler for time and didn’t hesitate handing out detention slips.
Only when I sat down, did the odd sensation intensify, almost like a low vibration passing through my body. I grabbed the desk to keep from jumping up, trying hard not to moan. When it stopped, I glanced around the class to see if anyone had noticed my odd behaviour. No one did. Against reaching into my panties to check, I concentrated on the notes as Mr Peabody spoke.
A second later the vibration hit again, and my knee jerked up, hitting the table. The pain didn’t register as pleasure took over between my legs. “Oh...” I let out a low groan and slapped my hands over my mouth to cover the sound.
