Bad Mistake. Part 5

Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we’d be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.

I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn’t ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett’s dad.

I have something for you.

My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me.

Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I’ll give it to you when class is over.

I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me.

Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many empty bedrooms at his house? Maybe on his office desk in the middle of the workday while everyone listened.

My cheeks flushed. I typed and retyped my message to him about ten times, unsure about how I should respond to him.

“And no cell phones, Miss Mila.” Professor Reynolds stood in front of my desk, arms crossed over his chest, giving me a pointed stare. My cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I parted my lips to say something—anything at all——but he stopped me. “Do you want me to take the extra credit point away from you?”

My eyes widened, and I stuffed my phone into my backpack. “No, sir, sorry.” My gaze flickered to Mr. Williams. “It won’t happen again. Mr. Williams has my full attention.”

After Reynolds introduced Mr. Williams as the CEO of CloseNet Engineering, Mr. Williams placed his phone down on the podium in front of him and started his boring lecture about what an entrepreneur really was and how much work it really took and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

All I did was sit there, staring at him from the back of the classroom, with his son right next to me and ground my legs together, needing to feel some type of friction between my thighs.

My eyes closed briefly, and when I reopened them, he was staring right at me, his eyes flickering to my legs. There was a ring of fire in his eyes as he stared.

I crossed my arms over my chest, brows furrowing together, and tugged lightly on my nipples through my bra without drawing Everett’s unwanted attention to me.

My lips parted, a rush of pleasure hitting my core. I moved my hips slowly against the chair, just needing Mr. Williams to be inside of me. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since last week.

All I had imagined was his big cock sliding down my throat, sitting on his desk, getting pounded by the CEO of Dad’s company.

I gnawed on the inside of my lip and pulled out my phone. I should’ve been giving Mr. Williams my full attention … but I wanted to have his full attention, and I knew the perfect way to do that.

So, I hid my phone under the desk, scrolled through my private photo album, and chose a picture I had sent Everett a while ago. It was me in a schoolgirl skirt and a tight white tank top.

My nipples were pressed against the material, and everything—I mean, everything—was on full display to him.

After pressing my knees together, I sent the message. His phone buzzed against the hardwood podium. He paused, gazing down at it, and clenched his jaw. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore he stumbled over his words.

“There are”—he grasped the top of his tie, tugging on it just enough—“barriers …”

I sucked in a deep breath. All I wanted him to do was step out from behind the podium and show me how hard my picture had made him.

I gazed down at my phone, about to send him another picture, when Professor Reynolds appeared at my desk. I quickly tapped on the home button, my text messages disappearing, and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Give me the phone, Mila,” he said, trying to stay quiet, but the whole class had heard him.

I pressed my lips together, shutting it off so he couldn’t go through it, and placed the phone in his hand.

“I’m disappointed in you. Your extra credit has been forfeited.”

My eyes widened, and I cursed myself. There went passing this class.

Mr. Williams gave me a small, hidden smirk from the podium, and I slouched down in my seat. He continued his stupid lecture for the next fifteen minutes while I sat in my seat, arms crossed over my chest, panties soaked.

The pressure had dissipated, yet that linger had remained. That linger of a promise. Mr. Williams had something for me, and I had done as he asked. Well, sorta.

By the way he continued to gaze at me with those dark, dangerous eyes … it was enough for that linger to grow until I had the urge to push my hand back under the table again and touch myself in front of everyone for him.

But I didn’t. Instead, I sat in my chair like a good girl and tried my hardest to stop thinking all these dirty thoughts about him.

When class was over, I gathered all of my belongings, stuffing them inside my backpack. Everett bashed Professor Reynolds to me for him taking my phone, but I just told Everett I didn’t care that it happened and hoped to God he’d leave before his father did.

All the other students the class, but I waited behind as Mr. Williams and Professor Reynolds talked.

I needed that damn phone before anyone went through it. They would find out everything. Everything.