Licked (Devoured #1) (5 page)

Julianna rolled a pencil back and forth between her fingers and
watched Kirk at the front of the class. She admired the way his khakis hung
loosely on his hips, as if they might fall down were it not for his leather
belt.

Last weekend, when Todd was screwing her on his futon, she was
thinking about Kirk. He rarely wore a tie, but she couldn’t help but wonder
what it would be like for him to tie her hands to the bedpost with one. She
thought she might like the way the smooth silk moved against her wrists as he
rocked her.

But she knew it was unlikely that he was into that sort of
thing. He was so reserved, so mysterious. It drove her crazy. She could size up
most guys in a matter of seconds.

She rested her chin in her hand and looked to the left. A goth
named Keith sat the end of the row. He pretended to be hard, but he used the
same mechanical pencil all the time. He was as monogamous as a duck and
probably equally sexy under all those black sweatshirts.

To her right was Grant. Julianna didn’t need to brush her hand
against his crotch to know sex with him took less than eight seconds. His
popped collar suggested that he liked to do younger girls who didn’t know any
better, girls who thought it was sex with Grant, not their own sexual pleasure,
that was the ultimate goal. An arrangement with which everybody wins. Twits.

Behind her was a guy called Rory. He had curly hair and played
in a band called Fruit Zoot Riot. He was gay, but he didn’t know it yet. As a
result, girls who slept with Rory thought it was awesome he could go so long.
But Julianna knew the reason for his endurance and kept her distance. Flipping
gays was a bigger challenge than she was interested in and there was nothing in
it for her.

But Professor Kirk was controlled. He dressed so conservatively
Julianna couldn’t tell if he was super dull or super freaky. She knew he was
probably obsessive compulsive when it came to matters of a sexual nature. That
was his teaching style anyway. She fantasized that he would plan an encounter
with her as meticulously as he planned his lessons, controlling it each step of
the way.

It was obvious that he had a hard time looking at her, which she
considered a good thing. As long as none of the other students were suspect,
she could get away with a whole lot more. And today, she planned to.

Kirk leaned against his desk and clicked his portable mouse
through to the last slide. “Okay,” he said. “Now is the time to ask any
questions you have about addiction. Your papers are due next week.”

“When are we getting our other papers back?” Grant asked.

“After I answer any questions you have right now,” Kirk said.

Julianna raised her hand.

“Yes, Ms. Foster.”

Julianna thought it was so cute how he acted like there was
nothing going on with them. “So are you saying that even a recurring compulsion
to do something can be an addiction?”

“That’s right,” Kirk said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Even if you don’t act on your compulsions?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she said, “but then how do you assess tolerance then? If
tolerance is your body adapting so that you need increasingly larger fixes
,
does that mean your compulsion to do something can become greater even if you
don’t give into it?”

“Yes. Theoretically, learning to tolerate lesser compulsions
means they could become more intense even if you resist indulging in addictive
behaviors.”

“Interesting,” she said. “So resisting in this case might just
contribute to your sense of denial, but not necessarily help cure your
compulsion?”

“I suppose so.”

“Thanks,” she said, crossing her ankles.

“Any other questions?” Kirk walked behind his desk and picked up
a stack of papers. He stopped at her desk first. “I’d like you to stay for a
minute after class to discuss your paper.”

“Okay,” she said.

He put her paper down in front of her and then began passing out
the rest.

Julianna saw the red ink before she even looked down. Her paper
had a big C on it. She smiled inside. This was exactly what she’d hoped for.
This is just what she needed to show the girls that she was, in fact,
intentionally throwing the class. That way, when she got an A, they’d know that
her seductive efforts had been successful.

The bell rang in the hallway. Julianna stayed seated and watched
the other students bump into their desks and each other as they scuffled out
the door.

She took a deep breath, exhilarated at the thought of another
intense flirtation with Kirk. These opportunities to take him by surprise were
too few and far between.

Kirk sat in the chair behind the large wooden desk.

Once they were alone, she stood up and moved towards him. “You
wanted to talk to me?”

“I know you’re not happy with a C,” he said.

She leaned her hips against his desk. “I wish you knew me better.”

“You know this stuff. You get it. I’m not sure what happened
here.”

Julianna walked around to the side of the desk, trailing a red
painted nail across the wood. “Maybe I could earn some extra credit?” She
twirled the golden cross around her fingers and then dragged them across her chest
in slow motion.

“I don’t give extra credit,” Kirk said, “I just wanted you to
know I’m disappointed, and I expect you to do better on the final assignment.”

Julianna came around to his side of the desk and leaned against
it in front of him. She was wearing the shortest skirt she owned, one she had
saved from her days in Catholic school. “I feel terrible,” she said. “All I’ve
ever wanted to do was exceed your expectations.” She let the outside of her
naked thigh fall against Kirk’s hand where it was gripping his armrest.

He pulled his hand away and scooted his chair back a little.
“There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.” He swallowed and pulled
his collar away from his neck.

She lifted her leg and sat up on the desk. “So talk to me.” She spread
her thighs apart in front of him until her skirt rose so high that only the
tiniest swatch of fabric covered the darkness between her legs.

He pushed his chair back until it was against the wall. “What
happened in the library,” he said. “That can’t happen again.”

Julianna shook her hair behind her back and tilted her hips
towards him. “I know,” she said. “It’s unfair of me to tease you like that.”

“And I don’t know how you got my number, but I don’t want you to
contact me or send me any pictures again.”

“I understand.” She slid off the desk and straddled Kirk where
he sat. Then she ran her nails through the thick hair on both sides of his
head. “What’s the point of a picture when you could have the real thing?” She
grinded against him gently, rocking her hips like she was riding a trotting horse.
She could feel him growing against her.

“No,” he said. “That isn’t what I meant at all. This isn’t
appropriate.”

Julianna made a pouty face. “Are you saying you want me to
stop?”

“Yes. I want you to stop.”

She wondered if that was what he really wanted or if he was just
afraid he was going to tear through his pants. “Well it’s a two way street,”
she said.

“What are you talking about?”

She slipped her hand down between them. “I know you feel like
the victim here.” The back of her hand brushed his cock as she dipped a finger
inside herself. “But look at what you keep doing to me in class.” She dragged
her wet finger across his bottom lip and back along his upper gum line as if it
were coated with cocaine.

Kirk’s eyes were shocked wide.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Can you taste how much I’m
suffering?”

He pursed his lips.

It pained her to pull back when they were only a zip away from
knowing each other, but she knew she’d given him plenty to think about. Without
another word, she stood up and smoothed down the edges of her skirt, grabbed
her backpack, and left him there with her taste on his lips.

As she walked out of the building, she smiled to herself. By now
he would have seen her suffering, too. All over the front of his pants.

Kirk tipped his head back and poured the last crumbs from the bag
of cheese and onion chips down his throat. Even after three bags, he felt like
he could still taste her. She tasted like Propel, like clean spring water with
a hint of fruit. She tasted so delicious he could’ve drunk a glass of her.

But she hadn’t given him the chance. It hadn’t been part of her
plan. All she wanted was to tease him again, to render him motionless in what
was supposed to be his domain. He had never felt so out of control. He felt
like a junkie. Like she was his drug.

He wanted to be angry with her. He was angry with her. But she
was right. It was a two way street. He could deny it all he wanted, but no
matter how ashamed he was of himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about having
her soft, unapologetic body against his. All she had to do was touch him and
his sick mind jumped straight to wondering what it would be like to have his
balls slapping against the round cheeks of her firm ass.

He wasn’t pathetic. Any man would be aroused by her beauty. It
was intoxicating. The sensuality dripped off her to the point where she almost
appeared sticky. Even a blind man would feel her up and be seduced by her
curves, her energy. But it was more than that. It wasn’t just the fact that she
was beautiful and confident and impossible to ignore.

Kirk was turned on by the scandal of it all, by the rush he felt
by having her draped over him. As the son of a pastor, Kirk had spent his whole
life resisting temptation, but it always found him. He wanted her because he
couldn’t- shouldn’t- have her. Because it was so wrong. The risk was part of
the turn on.

And he couldn’t deny that he was turned on. He had felt the
warmth of her wetness against his cock even before she stood up. His body had
betrayed him again and would’ve greedily stepped up if he had given into
temptation. He had only his zipper to thank for the fact that nothing more had
happened. That and the fact that she had been satisfied to simply shock him
into a state of paralytic arousal.

And he could never look at that classroom the same way again. The
way she sat on the desk, separating her throbbing pussy from him with nothing
but a shadow. If he weren’t engaged, weren’t her teacher, didn’t have
everything riding on this job, he would’ve lifted her skirt and licked her into
submission right there on the desk. She was only human, after all. Surely he
would be capable of turning the tables and crippling
her
with sex.

But that was out of the question. And it was Julianna that had
been in complete control of the situation. She knew how much was on the line
for him and she just kept pushing. He had stood by and done nothing while she toyed
with him for sport, leaving him with heavy balls, wet pants, and her taste on
his lips.

She was fucking crazy.

If he didn’t do something about it, things were going to get out
of control. They already were out of control. Obviously talking to her about it
was a lost cause. If anything, that seemed to have made it worse.

He decided he would go to the head of the department. He wasn’t
sure what he would say, but he would think of something.

He looked down at his pants. The mark had dried but there was a
light border around it. It was one thing to walk to his car covering his crotch
with his briefcase, but it was quite another to try and hide the mark from
Madeline. And he couldn’t explain it away. It was too risky. And if he tried to
do his own laundry, she would think something was up for sure.

Kirk took the coffee out of the cup holder and took off the lid.
He dipped his finger in the top. It was finally cool to the touch. He looked at
the front of the house to make sure she wasn’t looking out the window and
opened the car door.

He stuck his legs outside the Camry and scooted to the edge of
the seat so he wouldn’t spill all over the inside of his car. Then he poured
the cold coffee all over his lap. He even made sure some of the crumbs from the
chips were stuck against his wet pants.

“Honey?” Kirk said, removing his shoes with his feet.
“Madeline?”

“Hey babe.” Madeline came around the corner. “Oh my God. Your
pants!”

“I know. At least it didn’t happen until I got through the day.”

“Take them off right there, and I’ll put them straight into the
wash.”

“I don’t want you to go to any trouble. I’m the klutz. I should
wash them.”

“Absolutely not. I was about to do a load anyway. It’s no
trouble.” She gave him a kiss on the side of the mouth. “Did you burn
yourself?”

“Not too bad,” Kirk said. “There shouldn’t be any permanent
damage to the family jewels anyway.”

Madeline rolled her eyes. “I can smell you’ve been eating those nasty
chips again. I hope you didn’t spoil your dinner.”

Kirk breathed into the palm of his hand as he wiggled out of his
pants. “Sorry. That is foul.”

“Why don’t you brush your teeth, your tongue, whatever it takes,
and then come down and help me?”

“What do you need help with?”

“I could just use your opinion on a few wedding related things.”

“I’d be happy to help.”

“Oh look it’s gone through to your boxers and everything!”
Madeline said. “Might as well take them off, too.”

Kirk smiled. “Where would I be without you?”

Madeline pinched his cheek playfully and shook a blond wisp out
of her face. “All alone with a wet crotch and bad breath I suppose.”

“Ouch.”

Madeline wound the wet pants and boxers into a ball and headed
towards the kitchen. “Now go put some pants on and come give me a hand.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kirk trudged up the stairs shaking his head at his absurd
situation. At work, he had a student that seemed hell-bent on getting his dick
wet, and at home, he had a fiancée that was doing everything she could to keep him
covered and dry.