Page 25 of Full Service
I will drop my pants and beg for it.
But he doesn’t do that, he just moves to stand near me and squats down. But not a normal squat. A sensual one, where his crotch calls to me. A mating call.
He knows what he’s doing.
“You are ridiculous,” I grunt, and he grins up at me, those beautiful blue eyes watching me so intently.
“Just showing you what you missed out on last night, Dr. Sinclair.”
My cheeks turn red, and I should look away, but I can’t. I just ogle him, unblinking. My eyeballs start to dry out, and I worry, for a moment, that they might shrivel up like raisins. Might be a good thing. Then I won’t lust after Everly anymore.
His hand reaches out and he spins my chair to the left, forcing me to face him. I really should get a seat without a swivel. This is a hazard.
When I’m facing him, my thighs parted, he scoots closer to me before standing up, slowly, his groin doing miraculous things. I swear. I’ve never seen someone so hot before in my entire life. His crotch is hypnotic.
His hands land on the back of my chair, and he straddles my legs, undulating his hips and making me whimper.
This is ridiculous. I should push him away. But I don’t touch him. I only hold on to the chair tighter, trying to get my pulse under control. It doesn’t work. The way he’s moving his hips is only making my blood pressure rise, and I feel lightheaded.
If I come in my pants and have to sit in my mess all through my office hours, I’m going to fire him.
“Drink your coffee, Dr. Sinclair,” he whispers, his mouth brushing my ear as he slowly moves away from me, leaving me wheezing. I can’t breathe. Every atom that keeps me together, every coherent thought is currently residing in my dick. My balls aren’t so shriveled anymore. They’re hard and aching.
He huffs a small laugh as he turns me around, his hands clasped onto my shoulders. And then he’s gone, putting a respectable distance between us. And I still can’t cope.
I’m trembling.
He doesn’t seem to notice though. He just plops down at the other end of the office and drags his bag over to him, bending over like a normal person for the first time since entering my space, and pulls his iPad out.
I stare at him, wondering if I imagined the entire thing. But I can still feel his hands on my shoulders, his lips on my ear, and I know that there’s no way I could make that up.
He was giving me a taste of what I missed out on.
But he really doesn’t need to rub it in. I already fucking know.
As soon as office hours end, I breathe a sigh of relief. It means that Everly will leave and I can sit in peace and panic.
My dick did go down thankfully, but now that the last student has left, it perks back up. It’s relentless. It’s becoming a bit of a problem.
Everly stands up, stretches, and then closes the door. The click resounds around the room, and I force myself to look away from him.
“That went well, I think,” he says, rustling around in his bag. I hear the crinkle of paper but that’s all I know.
I won’t look. I won’t. If he does another stripper move, I will just explode all over myself. There will be no stopping it.
“Want a candy?” he asks, and I nod because I can’t open my mouth to refuse. It’s stuck in place and can’t form words.
He moves toward me and holds a hard round orb out to me. Something I’ve never heard of, I’m sure. It’s bright pink, and I wonder for a second what flavor it is. I hope it’s not watermelon.
Fucking hate that shit. Water should not be in a melon. It’s unnatural.
“Open,” he says, and I peer up at him. He looks mischievous but my mouth still splits apart and his fingers press the candy gently inside. The first thing I notice is that his fingers are in my mouth and my tongue curiously peeks out and slides against those rough pads.
He lets out a shaky breath and our eyes lock.
Right before I scrunch up my face in disgust. Fucking melon water.
“Shit, you don’t like that flavor? How about lemon?” he asks, leaning down. “We can trade.”