Yanking her hand out of my lap, I press it onto the table while making a choked sound.
Her pout makes me want to put her hand back. To unzip my pants. To let her put those pouty lips to work. Anything but stopping.
She says, “Anyone bring a syllabus? Seems like there’s a lot to learn between sweet kisses and sex. I might need to adjust my schedule to accommodate more study time.”
“I’d like that.”
She slides her other hand onto Lennox’s lap, but he cups both hands around it and sets it on the table. “Are you using us to get back at Henry?”
“Does it matter?” She looks at him from under her lashes.
I wasn’t ready for Lennox to ask that, but I was less prepared for her response.
“Nothing could change the way I feel about you.”
Shoulda known that when Lennox fell, he’d fall hard and fast. Now my biggest fear is that he’ll scare her off with a marriage proposal. Not that it hasn’t crossed my mind already. Marriage, babies… I want her in every way.
I run my fingers through her silky hair and tangle my fingers just enough to turn her face back to me. My eyes drift to her parted lips. I want to kiss her. I want her to call me a good boy again.
I need to knock that shit off. She’s the student. She doesn’t get to call us good boys.
Slowly pulling her into me, I slant my lips over hers. The sweetness of the kiss is overrun with hunger. Our tongues explore. If we weren’t in such a damn confined space, I’d lift her onto the table and trace her body with my tongue, feast on her pussy, then shove my cock in her and fill her with cum.
“No sex tonight.” Lennox cock-blocks me like a seasoned professor who knows exactly what his students are thinking.
Cecilia and I break for a breath. Lennox is as stern-faced as I’ve ever seen him. “This isn’t just about a quick thrill. We want it to be right for you. That’s why we’re all going home and you’re going to think about this before we go any further.”
“Don’t make me go home, Daddy,” she pleads. Better coming from her than me.
The look on Lennox’s face is hysterical. She’s going to break us.
“What she said, minus the daddy part.” I try to lighten the mood. “We’d all just go home and jack off.”
Ever the eager student, she says, “That’s the perfect lesson. Let me watch.”
“This isn’t about us getting off,” Lennox says.
“And yet… how else will you teach me what guys like?”
She had me going until she used the generic term of ‘whatguyslike’, not whatwelike. Is she using us?
I refuse to accept any version of the multiverse where she walks away from us. Taking her hand, I slide out of the booth and she follows.
“Where are you going?” Lennox stands and shoots me a look. “Our place is a mess. Unpacking… boxes…”
Ceci looks around, her gaze landing on the booth where Lennox remains. “We could stay here.”
She returns to the seat, pulls napkins from the plastic dispenser, and sets a wad in front of each of us. “Don’t make a mess.”
It’s a little bit of an effort to get my jeans down enough to get my thickened cock out, but once I shove the table out, I’m able to fit myself into the booth.
“Is this a two-fer?” She looks up at Lennox.
He grumbles, adjusts his jeans. “This is your workplace. The kitchen staff—”
“Already went home. No one here but us.”
Come on, Lennox, just do it.He hasn’t given a definitive no, but I can’t read him.
