An entry for the 9/6/13 Flash Fic contest on The Lemonade Stand
At eight o'clock exactly, like every Thursday night, he walks toward me with his usual strut. My eyes devour everything about him—unruly, bronze hair, striking jade eyes, chiseled chest, narrow waist.
"Evening, Isabella." His deep voice draws my attention as he casually leans on the side of my desk.
"Professor Masen." I nod. "Can I help you with something?"
"I need some help in the sixth floor stacks."
My head swivels around and I notice we're alone. "Sh-sure," I stutter.
I climb the narrow stairs ahead of him but let him lead me to the appropriate section. As soon as he reaches the dead end of a narrow aisle, he spins around and grabs me.
My back hits the shelves at the same time his mouth descends on mine. Shock freezes my body momentarily, but I recover and respond quickly. No words are exchanged as his hands unbutton my blouse and pull my breasts from my bra. I whip his shirt off before digging my fingers into the flesh of his waist.
"On your knees," he rasps out. I immediately oblige.
He opens his pants rapidly, dropping them to his ankles, his hard cock jutting out in offering. Taking it in his hand, he runs it over my face, teasing and taunting me. I lick where I can as it passes my mouth until he finally pushes it inside.
He immediately sets a relentless pace and I hum around him in delight. It isn't long before he comes down my throat, but I continue sucking until he softens.
He helps me stand before we both right our clothes.
"I'll take care of you when you get home."
With a quick peck to my lips and a wink, he's gone.