Saffron A. Kent

cock is right in front of my eyes, and I want to touch it so bad.

“Aren’t you gonna die without your chocolate fix?” Professor Masters continues.

Biting my lip, I eye the angry head of his dick, glistening with my saliva. What would Thomas do if I licked it right now? Sucked it? Would he be mad for making him lose control in front of a colleague, his boss? Or would he be as turned on as me?

As I advance toward him, I realize I don’t care. I just want to suck his cock. I’m hungry. I need it in my mouth, and if he loses control, then so be it. He makes me feel out of control pretty much all the time.

“I think I’ll survive,” Thomas says. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got papers to grade.”

“Why the fuck are you sweating?”

I latch on to his shaft just as Professor Master’s suspicion-laced question reaches Thomas. A creak sounds as he jumps under the double assault caused by me and the inquiry, his hand fisting my hair.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” Thomas clears his throat and tightens his fist in my hair to the point that it hurts, and I take it out on his throbbing cock. “I’m a little tense, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Upcoming audit,” he clips. I suck and suck and play with his balls. I feel them tightening in my hands to alert of the impending orgasm. Even though it’s my mouth that’s going to receive his cum, my pussy is getting excited, pushing out juices.

Professor Masters says something to soothe Thomas’ fake worries and Thomas tells him he’ll be fine in a while. They talk some more but I tune them out except for Thomas’ voice. Lust is leaching into it, making it brittle, breakable.

I’ve never been this horny in my life. Graphic images of Thomas spraying his cum on my face flash through my mind, images of him losing total control and yanking me out from under the desk, and fucking me in front of Professor Masters and the whole goddamn world like he talked about last night. I trap a furious moan in my throat. I picture his ass flexing as he drives into me and I look every single person in the eye, especially that Melanie, and tell her how good his dick feels inside me. He hurts me so good. Sooo good. I’m such a slut for his cock.

It’s strange that my jealousy doesn’t extend to his wife. Maybe because I’ve always known that Thomas is hers, but seeing him with someone else messes with my crazy heart.

I’m the only other woman in his life.

And then my heart jumps in my throat and all thoughts are forgotten. Thomas pulls me by the hair and I’m yanked out of the dark hole I’ve been in. Panic and excitement grip me in equal measures as he

turns me around and pushes me on the desk, crushing my bare tits on the surface. Professor Masters is gone. The door is closed. When did that happen?

“Stay there,” he orders. I see him striding across the room and locking the door. Then he is behind me in a flash, his hand in my hair as he pulls me away from the desk.

“You like playing games, Layla?” he hisses in my ear, his chest moving against my arched back. “You like making me mad, huh?”

His voice makes my nipples throb and I have no choice but to squeeze my breasts as I answer, “I just…I just wanted to show you how I feel around you.”

“And what’s that?”

“L-Like a loaded gun. Like I could go off at any second. I just wanted you to know what it feels like to be so wild.”

His bitter laugh stirs my hair. “Wild like this?” He thrusts his cock into my skirt-covered ass, letting me feel his swollen desire. His hands cover mine where I’m squeezing my breasts and smash them together. “Or like this? Like you can’t stop playing with your tits for one fucking second? You think this is what wild feels like?” He is crushing them and I arch up to my tiptoes to get closer to him. Always closer. I want to fucking crawl under his skin.

“You have no fucking idea, do you?” he says harshly. “I’m gonna show you

though. I’m going to show you what it feels like to be wild, what it feels like when you are around me.”

A sob breaks free when he plasters me back on the desk. He flips my skirt up and pushes my tights and my panties down, exposing my ass. My cheeks are trembling with anticipation when he puts both his hands on them, and squeezes them like he did my breasts. I turn my face to the side so I can see him.

He is bathed in sweat. It trickles down his forehead, the side of his face, and disappears down the collar of his shirt. Even his eyelashes shine with the salty fluids. They look so thick and black framing his downcast eyes.

I release a puff of breath as he grabs a handful of my ass cheeks and pull them apart. My eyes scrunch closed, imagining what he must be looking at: my pussy and my…asshole. I go on tiptoes again, this time inching away from him as he circles a thumb on that forbidden place. It clenches and unclenches with his every stroke.

His chuckle is dark, shiver-inducing. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you in the ass right now? Is that why you’re winking your tight little hole at me?”

I whimper when he presses his thumb, poised to get in. “Answer me, Layla. Is that what you want right now?”

“No,” I whisper. “I don’t…I don’t know. It’s…It’s going to hurt.”