Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) (8 page)

“You can borrow some of mine, but I don’t think I have any of those skirts,” she responds.

“You should both go shopping for one of those, like, right now,” Lawson suggests.

“Okay, genius, where does one find such a skirt?” Josie asks.

“Ah, duh, the sex shop,” he says.

“I can’t wear something from there to school,” I say in response.

“If you want to screw your professor you can,” Lawson replies. He makes a valid point.

“So, I need to dress slutty. What else?” I ask them.

“Blow him.”

“Lawson!” Josie exclaims after his vulgar suggestion.

“You want a man thinking about fucking, well, that’s the very best way.”

“Oh my God,” Josie says with a shake of her head, her cheeks turning pink. Mine are already well on their way to burgundy since all of this is so new to me.

“I, ah, don’t know how,” I admit. “Today was my first hand job, and I’m not sure how it was.”

“Did he come?” Josie asks with a snort. “If so, I’d say you did okay.”

“There’s really only one thing you need to do to pull off an awesome hand job,” Lawson says as he sips his beer.

“And what exactly is that?” Josie asks with her forehead scrunched in confusion.

“Use your mouth,” Lawson answers with a grin, making us both laugh.

“No, but seriously,” I say. “Where do I even start with all…that?”

“There’s no wrong way to suck a dick,” Lawson tells us. “Two steps. Open mouth, insert cock.” 

“Ooh! I have a banana,” Josie exclaims before she jumps off the sofa and heads into the kitchen. I follow her, wondering what exactly she plans to do with a banana. She grabs one from a fruit basket, peels it, and then I find out.

“Usually, I start by licking around the tip,” she says before her tongue darts out and she flicks it over the rounded top of the fruit a few times. “Then I might run my tongue up and down the veins, teasing him a little. Be sure to use your hand to jerk him off while your mouth works him over.” She demonstrates those tasks with the yellow fruit. “When he’s good and worked up, I’ll start by sucking on just the head before working my mouth lower, up and down until I take as much as my gag reflex allows,” she explains. “Oh, and don’t forget to play with his balls in your free hand, you know, cup them, rolling them around in your palm.”

Lawson suddenly sweeps into the kitchen out of nowhere, scoops Josie up in his arms, and then they, and her banana, disappear toward the bedroom. “Meet you at Adam and Eve’s in about half an hour,” Josie calls out to me. “An hour!” Lawson amends. When I hear the bedroom door close, I know I’ve been dismissed.

Well, that banana lesson was informative.

I go ahead and make my way to the sex shop, venturing inside to see what all I’ve been missing. Apparently,
a lot
.

Gage

I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my life. Last night I couldn’t sleep. I felt so guilty about Reagan. And then every time I turned on my phone to delete the video of her, my hand made its way down to my cock, and then I was jerking off to it instead. Over and over, at least three times before I finally turned the phone off and tried fretfully to sleep.

This morning, I’ve already had two cups of coffee, but the caffeine doesn’t seem to be helping me get any more awake. I’m like a zombie carrying my shoulder briefcase to the classroom. Not even the thought of seeing Reagan gets me motivated this morning because I fucked up so much I’m worried she’s still angry at me, as she very well should be. I just don’t know if I can handle her beautiful brown eyes looking at me with contempt or disgust. But I have a job to do, so I head inside the classroom and put my things down on the table next to the lecture podium, my eyes flicking around the room quickly to see if she’s here yet.

No, and fuck. What if she doesn’t show? What if I ran her off for good yesterday? God, I feel like a fucking fool and wish I could take it back. Those wonderful seconds of release by my hand were not worth losing her or knowing I upset her so much she went and cried in her usually peaceful place in the courtyard. And then at three o’clock, right on the dot, she didn’t show. For the first time I can ever remember, she didn’t take a few hours out of her day to soak up the sun and nature or whatever the hell it is she does out there. I hate myself for knowing I’m probably the reason she didn’t show up.

After pulling out my notes on how to sabotage your personal brand on social media and draining more of my coffee from my travel mug, I take my place in front of the podium and look out into the class, ready to get started.

And nearly swallow my tongue.

Jesus Christ. Is that really Reagan? The girl I’ve only ever seen in long, flowing dresses is wearing a skirt? Not just any skirt but a sexy short one that’s…that’s red and black plaid with fucking pleats. Fuck it all, it’s like the schoolgirl outfit of my fantasy. Even her top is a white, see-through button down just like I’ve also pictured.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, and the stand in front of me nearly topples forward with my weight at the realization that, in usual Reagan style, she’s not wearing a fucking bra. Some of the girls in the class snicker at my obscenity outburst, but I’m too thrown off balance to care.

How the hell am I supposed to get through this lecture with her sitting there, like that? Yeah, there are thirty women and only three men in this class, like most of the female dominated university, and I’ve seen all manner of scant apparel, but none have ever been as fuckable as Reagan. My dick is so hard and swollen in my boxer briefs that there’s no way I’ll be able to step away from this podium to walk around the front of the classroom like usual. Nope, here with my groin hidden is where I will stay probably until the end of class.

Reaching up, I loosen my tie to get more air in my lungs. And, great, I’m also sweating like a damn pig, staining the pits of my blue dress shirt. Maybe I should just cancel class altogether, tell them I’m sick, and then take Reagan back to my office to fuck her.

No, no, no.

I can’t fuck her, but if I’m lucky she might give me another hand job or, oh God, get on her knees in that tiny skirt and give me a blowjob.

Yeah right, only in my dreams after what happened yesterday. It will be a damn miracle if she ever lets me lay a hand on her again. That’s probably what this outfit is about, throwing all that temptation in my face as if to say,
Your loss, you stupid idiot
.

I don’t care what it takes. I
will
find a way to make it up to her because I’ve got to taste her lips again. And her pussy. Oh yeah, I really want a taste of that too. How the hell am I gonna pull this off?

I look at her again in the audience, forcing my eyes to lock with hers, avoiding sneaking peeks at the rest of her tempting body. My heart pauses in my chest, worried about what emotion I’ll find on her face.

Wait.

Is she…smirking at me? I blink my eyes a few times to make sure, but yes, there’s definitely a knowing smile on her face. The outfit is for me, to get me worked up, which it most certainly is achieving. Could she actually want me, even after yesterday, or is this just her way of torturing me? Or more accurately, is she really wanting that passing grade so bad she’s willing to do anything for it?

While I’m looking at her, she does the unthinkable. Reagan uncrosses her legs, slipping her fingers along the inside of her thigh, revealing her uncovered pussy.

“Class is canceled today!” I shout, leaning forward on the podium because my knees are too weak to hold me up. “Minor emergency to attend to. Don’t worry. We’ll pick back up on Thursday.”

There’s whispering, and yet no one moves. Fuck it all, but I can’t leave from behind this podium until they do, and I need her right this second. So bad I could fuck her in the courtyard and not give two shits who sees.

“What are you waiting for? Go, before I change my mind,” I tell the stubborn classroom. Finally, a few people get to their feet to leave, and then more start filling out the door. All except for one sexy as hell student making me crazy with desire.

“My office, now,” I tell her as I shuffle my papers up and cram them back into my bag. Once it’s over my shoulder, I pull the widest portion of the bag around the front of my body to hide my massive erection.

“Yes, sir,” Reagan says as she stands, collecting her books in her arms and then making her way down the auditorium stairs. My jaw drops open as I see the indecent length of her skirt on her long, lean legs now that she’s standing. Lord have mercy. I stand frozen in place as I watch her walk by, and then groan aloud when I see her ass for the first time, both cheeks spilling out the back. I’m gonna wear that ass out.

The trek up to my office on the third floor is a long, torturous one in the staircase. I want to reach out and touch her so much it physically makes me ache with need, but I know there are cameras everywhere. Reagan walks painfully slow, and I realize it’s probably because she’s trying to climb the stairs on stilts. The sexiest black shoes I’ve ever seen are wound around her ankle with little straps. Ones that would hold them in place on her feet even when her legs are raised in the air and I’m fucking her so hard we break furniture.

Unable to take a second longer when we reach the third floor, I walk swiftly past her in the hallway, quite a feat to do without allowing myself to touch an inch of her, and unlock my door. As soon as Reagan’s also inside, I slam it and turn the lock. Then I throw my bag to the floor and grab her hands, sending her books to the ground when I raise them above her head. Flattening her sexy as fuck body against the door, I capture her lips with mine, groaning in relief when I’m able to get the much-needed friction on my cock. Pressing my hard shaft against her stomach, I pump my hips, fucking her through our clothes. I’m too turned on to even ask what the hell she’s thinking, walking around campus dressed like this. Instead, I quickly free my dick from my pants and cover it with one of her hands. But Reagan doesn’t stop there. No, this sexy siren lowers herself into the best position known to any man, on her knees in front of me. Neither of us says a word as she parts her lips and, with a hand on my cock, guides it right inside her perfect mouth.

“Ah, fuck, Reagan,” I groan, planting a palm on the wall to hold myself up. With my other hand, I slip my fingers through her silky hair until I’m cupping the back of her head as she starts to bob up and down, up and down my thick shaft with her warm, wet tongue working me like she’s trying to make me come in record breaking time. And a second later when she lets my cock slip from its perfect new home, I curse to the ceiling, ready to beg and plead, surrender my soul, anything to get her to keep going.

“Record me,” she says before I can start groveling.

“What?” I ask, looking down at her in confusion. I’m having trouble recalling my name at the moment.

“I know you can’t trust me yet, so record me on my knees for you,” she says, her warm caramel eyes sincere and understanding, absent of the hurt from yesterday.

“God, yes, sweetheart. I want to replay this over and over again until my wrist snaps from jerking off too much,” I tell her as I pull my phone from my pants pocket and fumble with it as I try to hit all the appropriate buttons, in a hurry for her to keep going. “Please,” I say once it’s rolling.

Eyes locked on mine, Reagan leans forward again, and more than half my cock disappears down her throat. I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when her hand slips down and cradles my balls.

“Thank you,” I groan, nearly dropping the phone in my hand. I’m certainly going to hell for indulging in such debauchery with a student, but fuck if it won’t be worth it. When Reagan applies more suction, there're no other thoughts in my head except one: I need to fuck her. Like a record on repeat, the phrase won’t stop and keeps getting louder and louder. But before I can stop her mouth, though, all the muscles in my body tighten and then I’m coming down her throat with the force of a firehose.

“Wow. Better than I ever imagined,” I say before my sexed out mind can stop my big mouth.

“You…you’ve imagined…that?” Reagan asks from her still kneeling position on my office floor while I press stop to end the recording on my phone. 

Untangling my fingers from her hair, and trying to smooth it back into place, I tell her the truth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”  

“I want you to be my first,” she says so softly I’m certain I misunderstood.

Pulling her up off the floor by her elbows so that she’s not staring at my softening cock during this conversation, I ask her to clarify. “Your first what exactly? Teacher you’ve seduced?”

Her eyes lower in embarrassment.

“My first lover,” she eventually answers.

I grip her jaw to raise her warm gaze to mine so I can see her reaction to my next question. “You mean you’re…you’re
a virgin
?” I ask in disbelief.

When she nods, I pull my hand away from her like she just burned me. Two very conflicting emotions stir inside me, one making my cock twitch with great interest and the other ripping my heart out at the realization that I’ve been taking advantage of her and her academic dilemma.

“Was that the first time you’ve…” I motion toward the floor and where my dick is still hanging out of my pants. Noticing it, I quickly tuck it away and zip back up.

“Yes,” she answers, making me feel ten times worse and ecstatic at once knowing she’s only been on her knees for me. Her professor.

“And yesterday?” I ask. Surely she’s bound to have touched another man’s cock before now. She’s gotta be twenty-four or twenty-five since she’s in graduate school...

“Yes.”

“Yes, you’ve done it before or yes, it was the first time?” I ask as I take another step back, putting more distance between us so I won’t feel the urge to ruin her even more than I already have.  

“All firsts,” she answers, pushing her strand of long hair nervously behind her right ear. “Even the kiss the other night.”

“Jesus, Reagan,” I choke out in surprise, loosening my tie even more so I can breathe. “How is that possible? Why me? Are you that desperate for a passing grade? Because honestly, you’re not doing that bad.” I shake my head in disgust that I was so desperate for her that I would give in without knowing all this information first. “If I had known how…innocent you were, I wouldn’t have ever agreed to this!”

“Why, because you only fuck your slutty, more experienced students?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. By that and the narrowing of her eyes, I know she’s seriously angry, but I’m not sure what the hell she’s talking about.

“I’ve never fucked any students, slutty or otherwise,” I tell her honestly. “And that isn’t gonna change with you.” Of course a blowjob is a type of fucking, but I’m referring to the real deal, baby-making kind.

“You don’t have to lie,” she says. “I don’t care if you have…”

“I haven’t!” I shout before remembering the other offices around mine.

“Why should I believe you over all those girls?” Reagan asks.

“What girls? Because I have never in seven years touched a student. I’ve never canceled a class either, until today, but my cock was so hard seeing you in that outfit that I couldn’t think straight!”

“Hannah, Beth and Kathleen all said they got one-on-one ‘extra credit’ with you during office hours,” she explains using air quotes around extra credit like it has some sort of salacious meaning.

“The extra credit part is true,” I admit. “All three were posting inappropriate content and/or pictures on their social media sites. I told them to take the posts and tweets down, deducted twenty points from their participation grades, and made them write a five page research paper on the rules and regulations for each platform if they wanted to get the points added back.”

“Oh,” Reagan says, lowering her arms in what I hope is a sign of her diminishing anger.

“I’m not supposed to be talking to you about other students’ performance, but I don’t want you to have any reason to not trust me,” I explain to her.

“So, did they…flirt with you?” she asks, smoothing non-existent wrinkles out of her skirt. And I would almost say she sounds…jealous.