Fiona Cole

He fluttered his lashes and put on a woman’s breathy voice. “Callum’s eyes are so blue. They’re so bright.”

I laughed. “Jealous?”

“Yeah right. I satisfy my wife plenty. You’re just an enigma.”

“I have paperwork calling my name,”

“So,” Jackson started. “Best pretend sex you’ve ever had?”

“You weren’t supposed to actually lick me,” I reprimanded with little heat.

“I had to at least have a taste. Your wetness was too alluring.”

“Stop,” I laughed and slapped his arm.

“I won’t do it again. No matter how wet your pussy gets against my chin.”

The girl from Voyeur. In my classroom. As a fucking student.

As my student.

God, I’d come so hard when she cried out in her second orgasm, her small fist against her partners back. Her legs flexed with tension. I’d gripped my cock, pumping harder and harder, unable to hold back the groan to match the sounds she’d made.

Shaking my head, I pulled myself from the memory and moved around the desk to my seat before anyone noticed my semi-erection.

Student. She’s your fucking student.

“Good morning. I’m Dr. Pierce and you are in Astronomy 101. This is the elective for non-physics majors, but maybe by the end of the year, I can convince you to come over to the dark side.”

“Since it’s the first day, we’ll just cover the syllabus, introduce ourselves, and then I’ll let you back out into the wild.”

A freshman. I’d jacked off to a fucking nineteen-year-old freshman.