“You’re not getting turned on, are you, Cielo?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I say, biting my lower lip.
“Prove it.” He grins.
“See for yourself.”
Ever so slowly, he slides his fingers up my inner thigh until they’re as far as they can go.
His eyes widen, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he touches my soaked pussy lips.
“Holy fuck,” he growls out, then gets up from his kneeling pose. He brushes his lips against my neck and nibbles on my ear, a move that sends shudders reverberating through my entire body. “What are you thinking about that turns you into an ocean, Sky? Something on your list?”
“You,” I whisper, grabbing hold of the back of his neck. “Just you.”
Before Luke can respond, we hear someone else clear their throat in the room. When we whip our heads around, we see good old Professor Gonzalez standing there with a shocked look on his face.
“Class starts in, uh, ten minutes,” Profesor Gonzalez says.
“Hola, Profesor!” Luke says.
My heart pounds extra hard. Luke’s fingers linger on the outside of my pussy causing sparks of pleasure to roll through me.
Luckily, from where he’s standing, Professor Gonzalez can’t see where Luke’s hand is. He slowly pulls it away. Professor Gonzalez goes about his business at his desk.
Slowly, looking me in the eye, Luke pulls his fingers, wet with my juices, out from my skirt and up to eye level.
He licks his two, pressed together fingers, then growls, “Taste yourself.”
I tremble as I do as he says, and my heart is a mix of quite a few different emotions right now.
Most notably, so turned on my body feels hot to the touch.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth just before Professor Gonzalez looks up again from the things at his desk.
Luke grins and whispers, “Best taste in the fucking universe, if you ask me.”
Our dirty talk is interrupted when a group of a few students enters our class.
Luke goes to the bathroom, comes back, and sits across from me.
I remind myself I’ve got to keep my legs crossed during class today.
Luke ends up being the only one on the other side of the U-shaped desks. Today’s lecture with Professor Gonzalez is drier than normal, about how to analyze literature through a post-modern lens.
So I take advantage of the fact that, due to the angle, Luke is the only one who can see what I’m wearing underneath my skirt: nothing.
He can’t help but watch every time I pull a Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct. Once, Professor Gonzalez calls on him and he’s so clearly distracted, I have to stifle a giggle when Luke gets asked to ‘pay closer attention, please.’
I have a satisfied smile on my face as Luke and I walk out of class together side by side.
“Come here,” he says. Taking me by the hand, he ushers me into a vacant classroom. We set our backpacks down and he shuts the wooden door. We have a nice view overlooking students walking through the quad from where we are.
I lean with my butt partially on the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom.
“Cielo,” he growls. “What the fuck was that?”
I shrug lightly. “What was what?”
His eyebrows lift. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I shake my head. “I really don’t, though.”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Oh, Sky. You really want to play this game with me, do you?”
“Yes.”
The smile fades from Luke’s face as he takes two long strides toward me. His body is so close to me, I can feel the heat.
We keep our eyes locked on each other as he slides his large hands roughly up my outer thighs, then brings a finger around to my front and dips it inside me.
“Still wet,” he says in a low, gravelly tone. “Were you thinking naughty thoughts during class?”
I nod. “Yes, I was.”
He pulls his hand away from inside me. “Please. Keep it there,” I whisper.
“You want to do this right here, in the middle of the day, while other students are at class in this building?”
“Exactly.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“That’s why it’s hot.”
He lets out a chuckle so low it’s almost a growl. Pulling me into him by the hips, he whispers, “You’re a very, very naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’m very naughty. With you.”
“Daddy likes it when you’re good and naughty with him. But he’s going to have to spank the naughtiness out of you, isn’t he?”
I bite my lower lip. I’ve never been a ‘Daddy’s girl’ but something about Luke’s voice when he says it, does me in every time. And the fact that we both know we’re just playing.
A desperate moan escapes me as he spins my body around so I’m facing the desk. He pulls my skirt up so it bunches at my waist.
“Yes,” he growls. “That’s the ass I can’t stop thinking about.”
I can feel his hands running over the flesh of both of my ass cheeks, strong and large. My heart pounds like crazy.
“Have you ever been spanked before you were with me?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Not at all?” he repeats.
“Maybe Federico did…he might have spanked me when we were having sex.” I raise an eyebrow.
He pushes the hair out from over my ear and grits out, “I’m not a very jealous man. But when I ask a question, I expect the truth on the first try.”
Goosebumps rise up all over my body.
Then, the first strike comes on my right cheek.
I let out a yelp.
He covers my mouth with his hand.
“Keep it down,” he grits out. Covering my mouth with another hand, he cracks my other cheek, harder.
I whimper again.
He kisses my neck and then bites me so hard it starts to hurt.
“Careful,” I say, speaking loudly through his hand. “You’ll leave a mark.”
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he spins my head around so I have to look him in the eye. “I know I will. That’s the fucking point.”
He spanks me again, harder this time, and I whimper louder, though his other hand being over me muffles it. People are walking by down below on the quad, just going about their day, and I’m up here on the third floor of Old Main in the same room Abraham Lincoln held a famous debate, getting spanked so hard an adrenaline high starts to set in.
“Cielo,” he says, caressing my ass tenderly now. His hand feels hot to the touch. Or maybe that’s my flesh. “Does it make you wet to know your flesh is covered in red handprints?”
“Yes.”
“I think I’d better verify that claim,” he says, sliding a hand under my thighs and onto my pussy.
I’m so wet right now, I’m basically a broken faucet. Luke touches the outside of my core and brings his hand up to my clit, causing me to convulse with pleasure. I’m a sweaty mess of fuzzy endorphins.
“Verified,” Luke growls, and the low timbre of his voice sends a tingle racing down my spine.
He spanks me one more time, unexpectedly, and I tense.
“So me spanking the fuck out of you makes you wet as hell?”