Chloe woke before her alarm that morning, completely rested from a great sleep following an amazing orgasm she didn't have to give herself. Even hours after he had left, she could still feel his lips on her, the way his arms felt wrapped around her, the way his voice whispered in her ear. Most notably, she could still feel the intense pressure of his hard length pressing into where she didn't know she needed him. For the first time, in so many months, she hadn't been afraid of a sexual encounter, not worried that it would go too far, or that she would no longer enjoy sex with a man. She definitely did want to experience sex with a man again, Lucifer, to be exact.
She couldn't stop the groan that escaped her chest as she threw the covers over her head, hiding the smile from the world. If he could give her a mind-blowing orgasm like that, with just his very sizeable erection straining behind clothes, then what in God's name could he do to her naked? What could all those other wonderfully sexy body parts of his do to her? Those hands, his delicious lips and wicked tongue… it would probably be too much. It was too much. It was so wrong, but part of her knew that was the lure to him; the fact that it was so delectably scandalous and taboo. She only emerged from her cushioned shelter when her alarm went off, sounding the start of her day.
Rushing out of bed, she went and hopped in the shower, unable to wipe the grin from her lips as she thought about getting the chance to see him again. He had turned her into a teenager again, anxiously awaiting the next time she would be able to bump into him in the halls. It was ridiculous, but it felt like it was something that she needed. He was the perfect mix of sex and seriousness. There was a wisdom and maturity in him than stretched well beyond his years, but he still had a boyish charm that was insanely endearing. Not to mention, he looked as if he had fallen from Heaven, and hit every single "sexy" branch on his way down.
She chose a very typical outfit, but made one small adjustment. Instead of her usual denim, she opted for a pair of faux-slacks that were nothing but short of glorified yoga pants. They had the cut and style of work pants, but the button-free stretch of fitness apparel. Even in her thirties, she knew what her ass looked like in them, and the idea of seeing Lucifer's jaw drop, even just a little, got her tingly. She left her house that morning feeling like a new woman. She could actually smile without needing her daughter to brighten her day. It was if the way his touch could make her feel was the medicine she had needed all along.
After returning home, vigorously jerking off to try and rid himself of his constant erection from her image in his mind (unsuccessfully), Lucifer had barely slept. The soft breeze that billowed under the sheets whenever he moved felt like her breath against his sensitive glans, and it was almost too much to take. He had never been so unable to control himself. Granted, he had managed to leave before he held up his promise of denting her door, but he could not control the raging hard-on he got whenever he just barely considered her in his mind. Even imagining the way he throat would move when she would swallow was driving him insane. If he didn't get inside of her soon, his loins would probably explode from the need to empty into something other than his shower drain, and various other locations around his apartment.
When the first rays of light finally peaked though his curtains, he decided to get up, leaving a night of restlessness behind him. Throughout the many hour of lying there, trying to return blood flow to other extremities in his body, he had decided he was going to make an even bolder move. He made some coffee, showered, got dressed. He had picked out something that usually turned more heads than usual. His signature black slacks and a light grey shirt, sleeves rolled, of course. The light material contrasted perfectly with his almost-black hair and chocolate-brown eyes. The black stubble along his jaw was sharp compared to the light collar around his neck. It was one of his more successful looks, not that he ever failed at getting what he wanted.
He left his apartment with ample time, knowing fully well that Chloe got to class ridiculously early to ensure she was prepared for the lesson. Typically he would scoff at the idea of being that early, but it was about to be in his favor. The drive was relatively quick in the strangely light traffic, but he wouldn't complain; all the extra time before class would be so worth it.
Chloe had been in her office for a little over ten minutes when there was a knock on the door. She had managed to make it to the university with a little less than an hour before class began. She was grateful to have some time to calm herself down before having to see him again. She would definitely need it. Unsure of who could be there to see her, she remained still. She waited until there was a second, slightly louder knock before she called out to the other side. When the door slowly opened, she was met with his smug smirk as he quickly walked in the shut the door. He made a show of locking it with a loud click before leaning against the wall adjacent the door.
"Well, good morning, Professor," he greeted lowly, leaning his head back to rest on the wall. Chloe watched the way his position exposed his neck and throat, his jaw line casting an inviting shadow down while he was forced to look at her through his lashes.
Remembering to close her mouth that had fallen open, she licked her lips to stave off the dryness from surprise. "You're here a little early," she stated, turning in her chair to stand up behind her desk. Her fingertips along the wood held her up as she started to move around the desk towards him.
"Yes, well, I figured I could get a head-start on something," he replied truthfully, holding out his hand to her. She looked at him quizzically before taking his hand. He gently pulled her close, allowing her to control the distance of their contact as well as the placement of his hands. She melted into his touch, pressing he lower half against him while leaning back enough to look up at him without breaking her neck. His free hand naturally fell to her lower back while he kept hold of her hand with the other, lacing their fingers and bringing her knuckles up to his lips.
"I didn't take you as an ambitious scholar," she teased, a warm smile spread across her lips as he brought their joined hands down to his chest. He huffed out a chuckle at her statement, his eyes twinkling with something other than amusement.
"Let's just say one of my teachers has been quite the motivation," he answered, slowly leaning down to press his lips to hers. He pulled back first, lips parted, his eyes roaming her face, looking for the response he hoped for. Something was different; the energy way more intense than it had been. They both knew how the other felt, both saw each other fall apart, and they both looked about ready to attack. Chloe was the first to lunge forward, standing on her toes and forcing him to bend to her and her desperate lips. He released her hand to let her dig her fingers into the fabric of his shirt against his chest. His hands landed on her hips as he started to walk them backwards towards her desk. He pulled away from her long enough to push the small chair out of the way before gently pushing her to lean against the desk as his lips brushed along her flushed cheek.
"I want you to know I was outrageously hard all night because of you," he whispered into her ear, kissing down the side of her jaw until he reached her pulse. He moved so than one of his legs remained between hers, forcing her legs to spread slightly. "Did you think about me when you were alone in your bed?" he asked, his voice low and soft against her neck.
"Maybe a little," she replied, trying to keep her voice even while his mouth worked wonders across her skin. She could feel his hand sliding up her body, molding against a breast and squeezing with firm pressure. Before she knew it, his lips were back on hers and his tongue was deep in her mouth. One of her hands dug into his hair while the other wrapped around the back of his arm for support. She could hear his labored breathing between the groans as he continued to lick her, and those sounds did wonders to the wetness pooling between her legs. She was no longer made of carbon; her insides were turned to steam and she was ready to burst like an over-pressurized pipe as he continued to heat her up.
"Please, please tell me to touch you," he prayed, his lips moving all over the expanse of her neck and chest. She gasped as his tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat, lapping her voice to the surface. "Please, I need to," he continued, his sinful mouth moving up along her jaw until he was planting kisses along her face and temple. "Please tell me you need me to."
Maybe it was in the way his voice sounded breathy as he pleaded, or in the way his hand shook as it hovered over the top of her pants, but she knew she had to allow it. Her body gave her no other choice. "Yes, I need it," she whispered, her breath hitching as his appreciation was marked with a moan and a nibble to her earlobe.
With one hand buried in her hair and cupping the back of her head, the hand near her stomach slid down, slowly inching under the seamless line of her pants until his fingertips traced the top of her underwear. Her lips parted with a sharp inhale and he held her gaze intensely as his fingers shifted and he was able to move past the thin material. She could see him holding his breath and his jaw clenched when he made contact with her slick, silky folds. The groan that escaped him was deliciously obscene and her insides twitched both from his touch and his carnal call. She couldn't even try to be embarrassed by how wet she already was, not when she felt his hard cock throb against her hip with more strength than any man's dick should have.
His fingers moved through her with expert care and precision, gathering all of her slick arousal and using it to his full advantage. He circled her swollen clit so slowly she thought she just might die from it. She clung to him as if her life depended on it, pulling and tugging on his hair with every gasp and moan, and he was loving it. He fought every urge he had to simply push her down and feast on her juicy center for an hour, but he had a plan to stick to. Having mercy, he lowered his fingers until they found the epicenter of the fluid coating his digits and he pressed against he just enough to feel the beginnings of an entrance. She pulled harder at his hair, bringing his head to hers so that she could sink her teeth into the skin below his ear.
He could feel the tension in her grasp, holding on to him in both anticipation and worry, yet she made no attempt to stop him. Her teeth along his neck only urged him further and he sank one long, thick finger into her hot, wet channel. They both groaned a desperate sort of cry as he slid in to the hilt of his hand. He pulled his head away from her enough to blindly seek her lips with his and he sucked in the soft, plump skin before taking another breath.
"Oh, fuck, that's unbelievable," he murmured against her mouth, noting how tight she was around just one finger. He pumped the digit in and out of her a few times before letting another slide in, eliciting a moan from her that he could only describe as primal. Curling his fingers inside her, he quickly found the spongy spot inside her that made her knees draw up and her head fall back. With the heel of his palm pressing into her clit and plenty of natural lubrication, he was able to provide both internal and external stimulation in all the right places. The only other thing he wanted was the busy his mouth with her pert nipples, but that would have to wait.
She swore her vision was going in and out in the same way his fingers were inside her; each thrust back in gave her a flash of his perfect lips, or those stony-brown eyes, with each retreat leading to darkness. She could hear her own heavy breaths, coming out in high-pitched gasps, his slower, methodical exhales, as well as the faint sound of slick movement. The pressure was building at an alarming rate. Her grip in his hair and on his arm was becoming painful for herself, a white-knuckle clutch onto the very thing that was trying to throw her over the mountain's peak. If she really thought about it, the rush from the situation only added to the frenzy.
His scalp was stinging in such an appetizing way and he loved how hard she held on to him, as well as how tightly her pussy clenched around his fingers. He just couldn't believe it, and the sick little part of him imagined what it would feel like to stretch her to her limits with his cock with her thighs squeezing around his waist and heels digging into his lower back. The tremors around his fingers brought him back to the present, and he knew the moment was now to slowly start to unravel her mind.
"Please, ask me for more," he requested, his hand on the back of her head brought her gaze back to him, and he could see the absolute need in her eyes. "Tell me to give you more, ask for another part of me," he continued to plead, staring into her, unable to look away when he saw black bleed further into blue.
"I do want more," Chloe gasped her reply, both hands moving to grasp at the hairs on the back of his neck. His body pressed against hers even more, and the evidence of his affection was not left unnoticed by either as they both groaned at the contact. "I want so much more of you," she admitted, grinding her teeth together as her hips started to roll into his palm. She could feel the precipice nearing and she wasn't sure if she was ready to combust into a million pieces or not.
"Oh, that's not very specific," he laughed lowly, slowing his movements and halting any contact with her clit. She whimpered lightly, but he curled his fingers inside her again and held steady pressure against her most sensitive area. "I can think of one place that's guaranteed to shut me up." For the finisher, he wiggled his fingers into a "come-hither" motion and reveled in the way her body shook, not in the earth shattering way, but just enough for her to start to crumble. "I'll give you a hint," he whispered, gathering her attention once more before dragging his tongue over her parted lips, letting the muscle dip inside her mouth and stroke her tongue before ending along her cupid's bow. She groaned a low, visceral sound that stoked the fire of his pride and he couldn't stop himself from licking along her jawline before, reluctantly, pulling his fingers from her inviting depths.
She had the look of being so close and confused at the same time, and he would be lying if that wasn't a huge turn-on. She made a move to kiss him, but he pulled away just enough to let her lips brush his. A frustrated whimper feel from her throat and he chuckled his response. "I know, I know," he teased, pressing his forehead against hers. "I want nothing more than to make you fall apart right here on this desk, but your presence is required elsewhere." With that, her eyes shot open and refocused. She hadn't even considered the time, she scrambled around him to find her phone to check the time, but Lucifer started backing away towards the door. "Chop, chop, you've a class to teach," he stated with a smirk before disappearing from her office, leaving her a wet, worked-up mess on her desk.
Finally finding her phone, she saw she had just about ten minutes to gather herself, as best she could, before she had to stand in front of a bunch of budding adults, including the man that left her in her current state, and teach them about proper interrogation procedures. She wasn't sure what Lucifer was doing, and she didn't really understand why he stopped when he had her so close, but something in the way he smirked at her made her think he had something in mind. She steadied herself with a few deep breaths, never having been left clinging to the edge, yet still very happy, in her entire life. She was just about to push herself up onto her shaky legs when her door was opened slightly, startling her. With her hand on her chest to still her racing heart, she looked up to see Lucifer's face peeking through at her.
"Leave this unlocked," he said quickly, his eyes darting down towards the lock on the door before he shut it once again, leaving her to try and calm herself down, again. His request brought a smile to her face, and as she left her office, unlocked, and entered the classroom, she couldn't stop herself from considering what the small request would lead to in the near future. She stood behind her podium, feeling like a new woman, as the class slowly started to calm down at her arrival at the front of the room. From the corner of her eye, dark hair and light shirt caught her attention, and she noticed that Lucifer was sitting a few rows back, towards her right side, with a few seats empty around him. She was instantly thrown off, because he usually enjoyed the way he was adored by the girls in the class and opted to sit right in the middle of all of them.
She could see he still wore that smirk he had when he left her on the desk, and it never faded, even as she went through the introduction of the day's topic. The more she talked, the more he seemed to make himself comfortable. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and the way his thumb was toying with his lower lip always brought her attention back to him. There would be brief moments in her lecture where she could look at the entire class, but she was always drawn back to him, especially when she slumped further down in the seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him, and both hands gripping the desk. When he knew he had her full attention, he made a show of letting one of his hands drag across the small desk and disappear under it.
Chloe was impressed with herself when she only stuttered on her words a little, able to shrug it off by clearing her throat, when his eyes partially closed and lips parted. It was pure muscle memory that she was able to continue speaking as the shoulder belonging to his hidden hand started moving, just slightly. Swallowing hard, she stared at him in disbelief, and all he could do was raise an eyebrow in her direction and lick his lips. Thinking too hard about what he might be doing under that desk made her squirm, and he could see everything through the acrylic podium, as could the rest of the class.
She forced her eyes away from him, righting her position and dove into her notes, discussing what could and could not be said until a lawyer was present and so on. Even while her brain went over the difference between tough questioning and abusive questioning, her sight was focused in on Lucifer. His smirk was gone, but it was replaced with something even more dangerous: his bottom lip tugged on by his teeth, slowly released with a silent gasp. She clung to the podium to try and stop her thighs from rubbing together to no avail. She could see the hint of a smile in his eyes before his hand came back up to rest beside the other on the desk. Chloe sighed in relief as she looked over to the side of the room towards the clock hanging above the door. Somehow between the start of her lecture and his hand disappearing, forty minutes had gone by.
Unsure if it were divine intervention or not, she was thankful for the lapse in time, as well as for Lucifer having stopped his little show for her. How anyone could manage to look like they belonged in the intro of some school-fetish porn, but still look irresistibly sexy, was beyond her. Since her rather ballsy TA had felt it appropriate to distract her, she had completely forgotten about the oral quiz they had prepared a week back. The only thing they had actually managed to get done that revolved around his new title. She knew that would have to change; she wouldn't be able to keep meeting up with him as her assistant unless he actually did some scholarly assisting.
She was just about to start winding down the class for any questions or comments when the all-too-graceful Lucifer slid out of his seat and proceeded to walk along the back of the room and exit the door almost completely unnoticed. She knew where he was going. Why else would he have told her to leave her office unlocked? Finally able to breathe and stand without assistance, she started answering the few questions that some of the more avid learners had until the end of the lecture hour. As soon as the clock struck 10:00, students were raising out of their seats, and she was silenced by the deafening shuffle of people trying to leave as quickly as possible. She didn't assign anything other than reading; she was far too wrecked to try and remember what assignment the curriculum had suggested.
After the last student, a very thin, lanky younger guy had gathered all of his belongings, after dropping them a few times, and left the room, Chloe quickly hurried out of the classroom. Nervousness tickled at her mind, and she wasn't sure why. His teasing before class had felt like a promise, and she wasn't sure what to expect after she walked into that small room. Having gathered the courage, with the help of a fresh wave of arousal pooling between her thighs, she opened the door as casually as she could.
"I have to give my appreciation to whoever chose those podiums, because I loved watching you squirm up there," Lucifer's voice rang out in the small space, the accented quip she was hoping to meet beyond the door. "Do you feel cheated?" he asked as she locked the door and pressed her back against it. He was perched on the edge of her desk, arms crossed, making the material of his shirt stretch in all the right places. Her core throbbed at the sight of his heated eyes, slightly mused hair, and lusty eyes. "Wish that little desk had been clear, as well?"
"You're insane," she breathed out, her head falling back against the door as a few strands of hair loosened and framed her face.
"Quite," he replied, a small chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pushed himself off the desk and started moving towards her. He said nothing as he stood in front of her, both hands moving up to cup her face as he loomed over her, tilting her head up in his grasp. "I think there's something I need to finish, isn't there?" he whispered, lowering down so that his lips hovered just over her own and his nosed judged the tip of hers.
"Yes," she answered, her voice breathy and barely audible. She heard him hum his agreement as he moved them, pulling her away from the door and towards her desk for the second time that morning. As soon as the backs of her thighs touched the desk, he was pushing her down, forcing her back to flatten on the desk as his hands found the sides of her pants and underwear.
"Tell me what you want, Professor," he pleaded, leaning over her body and staring directly at her. The grip on her lower garments was strong, as if he was on the verge of tearing them off her. Her mouth went dry at his words, and she knew exactly what he was wanting to hear.
"Finish what you started with that smug mouth of yours," she demanded, biting her lips as his mouth parted in surprise. The corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile as he growled low in his chest. He stood up and pulled her underwear and pants down to her ankle before quickly ducking between her legs, effectively caging himself within her thighs. He knelt down in front of her, eyeing the glorious anatomy she possessed with reverent awe and wonder. Chloe's hands immediately fell into the dark strands on top of his head as his lips trailed against the drying wetness of her inner thighs. He licked and sucked at her juices there, groaning at the opportunity to finally taste her. He took his time, cleaning every inch of her, avoiding the very place she needed him, and sucking small marks into her delicate skin.
She tried to tug him where she wanted him, but he wouldn't succumb, instead he used his hands to wrap around her hips and hold her steady, right where he wanted her. She released one hand from his hair, leaning up to prop herself on her elbow to be able to watch him work. She couldn't have imagined someone like him to look even better, but fuck if he did. Seeing his dark, mused hair, those brown eyes that captured you soul, and the stubble surrounding his handsome face peeking out from the apex of her thighs was magical. When he opened his mouth wider, his lips surrounding her silky skin, tongue flat against her clit, starts shot across her vision. The gentle pressure and short licks against her ultra-sensitive bundle was almost too much to take. Having been denied release before, her nerves were electrified ten-fold by his ministrations, and he knew that. She could feel him chuckle against her as he brought a hand up to the curve of her ass. While holding her gaze, he plunged two fingers inside her, pushing past her clenching muscles to touch her as far as he could.
His fingers twirled around inside her heat, feeling the smooth landscape of her inner walls and remembering any are he received a whimper at. She was tugging painfully at his hair again, but fuck him if he didn't love that feeling. Every involuntary tightening of her fist between his locks made him wince erotically, his eyes fighting to not roll back into his head. Oh, how he wanted that grip on his ridiculously hard cock, but this wasn't about him. Not yet. He continued his assault on her clit, his fingers teasing her internally in tune with his tongue, and he knew her release was imminent. He groaned at the thought of tasting her, a new wave of arousal just flowing into his mouth, as satisfying as a man finding water in a desert. Watching her chest heave with her labored breathing made him wish for more than two hands. He would love to be able to tease her perfect nipples while feasting on her with his fingers deep in her sanctuary.
Her breathing was fast, countless whispered obscenities rolled off her tongue between erotic bites to her lip, and her eyes were locked on his. He lapped and sucked at her flesh, his fingers curling in her to nestle along the patch inside her that made her thighs quiver. He moaned with his tongue against her clit, sending her over the edge with agonizingly slow strokes of wet muscle, his fingers rubbing her while her muscles clamped down around him in a delicious dance. His eyes fluttered imagining his cock being in their place, her tight, wet heat clamping down around his length, consuming him and pulling him in deeper. Her silent release was beautiful to him, but he wished he would have been able to hear her lose control. Another time, perhaps.
When reality slowly faded back into existence, she looked down to find Lucifer still kneeling between her legs, taking turns kissing her inner thighs and sucking on the digits coated in her essence. She weakly pulled him with her legs and he happily obliged her, standing up and leaning over her form. He slowly brought his lips to hers, and the sweet and salty taste of her lingered in his mouth. His changed position allowed her to feel the prominent hardness pressing against her inner thigh and her hips rolled on their own accord. She could see how much he was affected by that, how painfully aroused he was, but not asking for anything. She wanted him, never having wanted anyone like that in her entire life, and she needed to see and feel what else he could do. How else he could enlighten her and break through the sealed doors to her bruised soul.
As she kissed him, her arms wrapped around his neck while one of his hands supported her lower back and the other trailed along her bare outer thigh. All she could think was more, more, more, even as his tongue slid along her lip and his teeth pulled on the flesh until she was groaning again. Her hands slid down his toned torso, taking time to feel every line of muscle she could before stopping at the top of his slacks. His breath hitched against her mouth, and she paused for a brief moment to catch the glimpse of desperate need in his eyes. It was all she needed to start attacking his belt, but her actions were halted by one of his hands, slowly clasping around hers.
"Not here," he whispered, releasing a deep sigh as if he were disappointed with his self.
"Why not?" she asked, trying to hide the slight hurt in her tone. She didn't understand. He seemed to have no problem with fucking random people at school, why should this be any different? "You don't want to?" Her question made the room silent, even their breaths seemed to have quieted down, as if waiting for his answer, as well.
"Oh, you have no idea how badly I want to," he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers. "But I want to do it when you can be as loud as I want to make you." He lowered his voice at that, doing his best to convey how much he wanted her, but also wanted the right setting. "I want to have you laid out in front of me so I can taste every inch of you before you finally let me slide inside you." She could feel her core quiver at his words, and couldn't believe that a voice could turn her on in this way.
Maybe she was still hazy from the insane cunnilingus, strong, confident tongue plunging into her depths, maybe she just really wanted him, regardless of the reason, and she reached down and took hold of his length in her hand. She squeezed around what she could, and she couldn't stop the satisfied smile tugging at her lips when he whimpered at the touch. Heat welled up inside her, the almost uncontrollable urge to have what she wanted literally at her fingertips. "You're really not going to take the opportunity?" she teased, rubbing along the length to cup his balls through the thick material. He groaned, head falling forward as a light chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"You're not playing fair," he whined, although there was a smile on his lips. Her hand felt so good on him, and he didn't want that feeling to go away.
"Me?" she asked incredulously, watching the way his hips barely moved against her touch. She was surprised by his will power, most guys would have just went to hell with it and taken her up on her offer right there. "You're the one that started it."
"Ah, yes, but if I recall, I did seem to finish it," he countered, grinding into her hand just to keep himself of the edge of losing control, but not going over. He liked toying with that edge, and damn if this woman couldn't make him want to jump.
"Yes, you did," she replied, a sultry laugh escaping her chest. She pressed her lips to his for a soft kiss, her tongue running along the seam of his mouth before pulling away. "But what if I want more?" She reveled in the long, whiney groan that vibrated through his body. She tightened her grip on his cock, hoping to persuade him more. She wasn't sure why she was trying so hard, but her body was crying out for more contact.
"I would take a bullet to have you right now, if you can't tell," he grimaced through clenched teeth, rutting into her hand to emphasize his statement. "But I want it to be somewhere you can use me and take me any way you need to." He stared into her eyes, eyebrow quirked and tongue darting out along his lower lip. How could she argue with that prospect? After a moment, she nodded in submission, pressing her lips together to hide her smile when he sighed in relief that she wouldn't torture him anymore. Somehow, with the grace of a fucking ballerina, he ducked out from between her legs and lowered himself down to slowly (and quite seductively) pull her underwear and pants back up to her mid-thighs, kissing her legs the entire way.
She wondered why he had to be so fucking perfect like this. Sure, he seemed to be a bit loose, most likely an alcoholic and probable drug user, but like this, he was the epitome of perfection. A perfectly gorgeous, horribly tempting, erotically driven being. Maybe this is what the Devil looked like, she laughed to herself. He helped her off the desk so she could wiggle back into her pants, thankful she chose the stretchy kind that morning. She was insanely wet still, but she didn't mind the discomfort the dampness caused in her pants, because it only reminded her of him.
Before another word was said, she heard a phone vibrate nearby. They both started tapping at their pants, but it appeared that Lucifer's device had cut the comfortable silence. She watched as he rolled his eyes at the screen before furrowing his brows together. He placed his phone back into his pocket before rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly disappointed.
"It appears I have a meeting, with an administrator, that I have to get to," he informed her with a fake smile. He had told her he never lied, but he never said anything about keeping details from someone.
It wasn't her business what went on with his life anyways, so she brushed off the slightly unnerving look. "Oh, yeah, sure. Don't let me keep you," she expressed quickly, tapping her fingers on the front of her thighs. She suddenly felt a little awkward, and she wasn't sure why. Had he finger fucked her senseless before class, made her wait and touched himself while she taught, and then finished her off with that ridiculous mouth of his? Yes, but what happened now?
"I would much prefer that," he huffed out, making a move towards the door. He stopped himself as he reached for the handle and quickly turned back towards her, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her. He let their tongues dance around together in the warmth of their joined mouths, soaking up every second the muscles had to be entwined. "We'll talk more about more, yes?" he asked once he had pulled away. He was searching her eyes for hope that she hadn't just been asking while basking in post orgasmic bliss.
"Definitely," she assured him, biting her lip and nodding towards the door. He smiled and pecked her lips one last time before quietly leaving her office, walking out as if nothing was strange about his presence there. Truly the master of discretion.
He half-stormed his way to her office. A deal was a deal, yes, but it didn't mean he had to be happy about it. The woman always seemed to call on him at the most inopportune times, for him. This time, however, was different. She had been rather vague in her text, but she had said one thing that struck a chord with him. We can't hide forever, can we? It seemed innocent enough, sure, but he didn't take Charlotte Richards to be a woman that said anything without specific purpose. If that were true, if she had said that for a reason, the very thought of that chilled him to the bone.
Without knocking, he opened her door to find that she wasn't alone. A certain detective he hadn't seen in some time was standing far too close to the chairwoman to be a professional visit. Not to mention, his hands were resting on her hips. When he locked eyes with the other man, shock quickly wore off to something resembling irritation.
"Mr. Morningstar, you got here quicker than I expected," Charlotte chimed, a smile on her face. Lucifer could read that smile, he knew that his "interruption" was not as much of a surprise as she made out. She wanted him to see who she was with.
"I was already here, just got out of a lecture," he responded, unmoving from his spot in front of the door. He eyes the two suspiciously, and wondered why the hell Charlotte Richards was with Chloe's Ex.
"That's right, Professor Decker's course, right?" she asked, the smile still on her lips as she smirked in Lucifer's direction, out of Dan's sight. "How's your new TA position going with her?"
Lucifer tried to keep a small smile on his lips, and fought the urge to narrow his eyes at the woman in the room. Dan, on the other hand, allowed his shock at the news to show easily on his face. His eyes went wide before he clenched his jaw and glared at Lucifer.
"Do you two know each other?" Charlotte cut the tension with her question, looking pleased as pie for the new twist in whatever ploy she was plotting. She looked between both men, hiding her excitement well behind a professional face.
"We met briefly," Lucifer stated, tucking his hands into his pockets. He wasn't sure why the air was so thick in the room, but his own pride and ego were being inflated knowing what he had just done to her no more than fifteen minutes ago. He wondered if Dan would be able to tell.
"Yeah, I questioned him after he nearly beat a man to death outside a bar," Dan added, turning his attention back to Charlotte.
"It was for a good reason, wouldn't you say?" Lucifer quipped, not able to help himself. Dan turned his face towards him again, and nodded his head, almost disappointed to have to agree with him. The detective in the room quickly whispered something to Charlotte before grasping her arm lightly in his hand. When he walked towards the door, he made sure to knock into Lucifer before leaving the office, a move that men, for some reason or another, feel the need to do.
Once they were alone, Charlotte stepped around her desk and started walking towards Lucifer. He let her hands glide over his chest, playing the buttons at the top as he carelessly wrapped his arms around her waist. "Well, that was a surprise, wasn't it?"
"I'm not here to talk about them," Lucifer said coolly, tilting his head to the side once Charlotte started to kiss along his neck. "What did you mean in your text?"
She never skipped a beat, dragging her red-stained lips along his skin, surely leaving pigment behind for him to have to clean up. "I have fifteen minutes before I have to go to a meeting. We'll talk once I get back," she replied just as casually, as if her hand wasn't palming against his hardening cock. His body always betrayed him in situations like these; he dick really never understood when it shouldn't be happy about being played with.
Without warning, she turned him around and pushed him into one of the chair in front of her desk. He adjusted his seat as he watched her lift the tight pencil-shirt up her thighs to reveal her crimson-clad pussy. She pulled the material down her legs and stepped out of them before dropping the fabric to the ground. Lucifer unbuckled his belt and opened his slacks, pulling out his erect member, waiting for her to pounce. She climbed into his lap, her long legs allowed her to reach the ground beneath and she sank herself down onto his length with a sigh of relief.
He guided her as she rode him, using his body to please hers in a rough, controlled movements. She braced her hands on his chest and let her head fall back, completely enthralled with seeking her pleasure in such a short amount of time. He had no qualms fucking Charlotte at school like this. In her office, having to stay quiet, able to scratch the itch, but not completely rid the body of the need. He wanted Chloe to be completely sated; throat raw from moaning his name, body aching just the right way. She was different from all the other people he slept with. Those people were used to scratch the itch, but Chloe was going to make him feel it everywhere. It was both thrilling and worrisome, but he wasn't one to let a little trepidation slow him down.
Once Charlotte came and allowed Lucifer the same release, she quickly left, leaving him with the assurance of talking more once the meeting was over. He sat in her office, unsure of how long he would have to wait, but he had a feeling he needed to. The glint of knowledge in her eyes concerned him, so he sat, his leg bouncing with worry, as he waited for whatever Charlotte Richards had to tell him.
A/U: Okay, so yes, long wait, again. I appologize. I won't bore you with excuses. Anyways, I hope this was, maybe, worth it? Un-beta'd, as usual, so mistakes were likely. I know it's a little shorter, but I wanted to get this out for you guys. Much appreciation for sticking with me. Until next time, dark ones...