Spit it Out

Mr. Cullen detests chewing gum in his class. He brought Maggie to tears once over it, though in fairness, it was her third warning.

I place the long strip in my mouth, sighing happily as the flavors explode on my tongue. They say there's a fine line between love and hate, and an even finer line between lust and hate. I want a reaction out of him, and if pissing him off is the best way to do that, then that's what I'll do.

Rose purses her lips as she notices me chewing. "Is that wise?"

"I know what I'm doing, petal." I say, winking at her. She huffs, going back to staring at Emmett.

He's a skinny little thing, always wandering around with his skateboard, blonde hair long and shaggy around his ears, but he's got big dimples and eyes the colour of sapphires. Rose's description, not mine, I couldn't care less.

According to Rose he also has a nipple piercing, which she spends a lot of time thinking about, I think. Based on the slight glaze in her eyes right now, I'd say it's definitely on her mind.

"Think it's both or just the one?" I ask, making her turn the colour of fuchsia. "Shall I ask him? Hey E-"

"Stop!" Rose giggles. She knows I'd never do that to her. Even if she really should let me, because Emmett stares at her too.

Paul isn't here today, so Jake accompanies me to class, whining about this and that. He's the biggest drama queen I've ever met.

At the door to the classroom, he hands me my rucksack and salutes me before walking down the hall to Biology.

I make a beeline for Mr. Cullen's desk. His head is down, his eyes fixed on several pieces of paper in front of him.

The sun is shining through the window, making his blonde hair shine, a golden shard of light striping across his handsome face.

I make my usual greeting, but today it's punctuated with the smacking of gum.

His head snaps up, and my heart lurches at the way the light hits his eyes, the green sparkling like freshly polished emerald.

If I wasn't staring at him so intently, I'd miss the way his eyes narrow as they fix on my mouth, and exhilaration floods through me at the sight, my heart racing in my chest.

"You know you're not allowed to chew gum in this class. Bin, now." He orders, his deep voice dripping with disappointment.

"Of course, sir," I say obediently, staring straight into his eyes as I place my fingers in my mouth. I let my tongue flick over my digits as I take the gum between them. His expression stays completely neutral, those green eyes betraying nothing but boredom as I turn, walking over to the bin. Today's pleated blue skirt is a little longer than the one from last class, so I make sure I bend really low when I pop the gum in the short mesh bin.

His eyes aren't on me when I turn around, but that's to be expected.

I settle into my seat, throwing my bag at my feet as the rest of the class filter through the room. When he's distracted by Jessica at his desk, I pop another piece of gum in my mouth, chewing it enough to break up the hardness, letting it melt in my mouth. Once it's soft I hold it in one cheek, waiting for the right moment. I want him to see me chewing.

I want him to react.

He starts the lesson. Today we're talking about symbolism. Jessica's placed an apple on his desk; it sits by his hand, the red gleaming in the sunlight. The apple could signify the fact he's forbidden fruit, the red could represent lust. I'm wearing a T-shirt with lips on it, that could symbolize that I want to suck his cock. See, I can do this all day, I just can't focus on the actual classwork. If he was the project, then I'd be acing it.

I start chewing on the gum as I cross one leg over the other, staring at him boldly and waiting for him to notice me.

His eyes meet mine, just as I blow a bubble, popping it between my lips. His angular jaw jumps slightly as he strides towards me. Twenty heads swivel.

He stops in front of me, close enough that I can smell his cologne. It's musky and spicy, and where he's standing means that his cock is basically eye level. I can see the outline of it in his pants, but it's not my first time staring at his package, so the sizable length there doesn't surprise me. It does make me lick my lips though and he clears his throat above me.

I tilt my head back to look up at his green eyes, giving him an innocent smile. For a second, he almost looks irritated, then his mask is back on.

"I thought I made it perfectly clear, when you walked into the room, Miss Swan, that you were to dispose of that gum."

"I did sir," I say innocently, "this is a fresh piece."

His jaw twitches.

My lower stomach is full of butterflies, dancing around, their wings beating frantically as my heart starts racing. Will he give me detention? Will he rant at me about how disgusting a habit it is, like he did to Maggie?

"Spit. It. Out." He suddenly orders, holding out his large hand to me.

Oh, this could not be more perfect.

I stare at his palm for a second, his long fingers rendering me momentarily speechless. They're thick too, thicker than I thought they'd be.

There's something attractive about a man's hands, and his are as exquisite as the rest of him, smooth and large, those fingers...I bite my lip at the thought of feeling them between my legs.

"Miss Swan," he says in a clipped tone, pushing his hand closer to me.

I want his fingers around my throat.

I want to lick his palm.

Instead, I stare at him under my eyelashes as I open up, pushing the gum out with my tongue and letting it fall onto his hand, my tongue sticking out for a second longer than necessary before I retreat it back.

I can see that he's watching my mouth and the knowledge floods my body with electricity, even though he quickly glances up again.

For the first time ever, something in those emerald eyes flickers as we lock gazes. Then he turns on his heel and heads to the front of the room, dropping the gum in the bin swiftly before taking a seat at his desk. I watch him, wondering if he's going to clean his hand, but he just wipes it on his trousers and continues on seamlessly.

The only way that could have gone better, would have been if he'd licked it.

A girl can dream.

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