Chapter 2 A | After Hours (2)

After Hours | 2

Victoria Langford

"Lock the door."

I didn't hesitate.

My hand found the knob, turning it until I heard the quiet click that sealed us in. The sound seemed to echo louder than it should have.

When I turned back, he was still seated, one hand resting lazily on the arm of his chair, the other tapping the desk like he had all the time in the world. His gaze tracked me, deliberate and unblinking.

"Come here," he said.

I stepped forward, my heels sinking slightly into the carpet, every nerve in my body on high alert.

"You said you'd do anything I want, right?"

His voice was low, threaded with something darker.

"Yes, Professor," I managed, my voice soft, breath catching in my throat.

"Are you sure?" His eyes pinned me where I stood. "I'll give you one last chance to change your mind, Miss Langford. You can walk out right now, and I'll forget this conversation ever happened."

"No," I said, steadier than I felt. "I'm not leaving this room."

A faint smirk touched his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Then get on your knees."

The bluntness of it made my pulse spike. My mouth went dry. Heat licked up my spine at the rough edge in his tone.

"Well?" His brow lifted. "Are you going to make me repeat myself?"

I snapped out of my daze and dropped to my knees in front of him, the carpet rough against my skin. From here, he seemed even larger, more imposing. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with the warm spice of coffee and paper, wrapping around me.

He tilted his head, eyes never leaving mine, the corners of his mouth twitching like he knew exactly how undone I was.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice curling through me like smoke. "So eager to please."

His fingers hooked under my chin, tilting my face toward him. "Now... show me how badly you want that grade."

My hands trembled as they found his belt, unfastening it with clumsy urgency. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the small office, loud enough to make my pulse quicken.

I slid the zipper down and eased his pants apart, my knuckles brushing over the thick, hard line straining beneath his black boxer briefs. Heat radiated from him, making my breath hitch.

I glanced up at him through my lashes.

He was watching me with that controlled, unreadable expression-shoulders back, hands resting lazily on the arms of his chair, like he was testing how far I'd go.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down just enough for his hard cock to sprung free.

My breath caught.

He was thick. Heavy. The kind of sight that made my thighs press together involuntarily.

For a moment, I just stared, taking in the way he throbbed in the open air, the veins tracing along his length, the faint pulse that matched the beat of my own racing heart. I'd seen a man's dick before, but nothing like this. Certainly not this big... and this intimidating.

How the hell would that even fit inside me?

The image of him stretching me open and filling me inside, slipped into my mind before I could stop it. The thought sent a shiver racing down my spine, my stomach clenching-half in nervous anticipation, half in raw, unfiltered desire.

I swallowed hard. My hand trembled just slightly as I wrapped it around the base, feeling the thick, solid flesh. Heat radiated from his skin into my palm. My thumb brushed over the swollen, flushed head, already slick with pre-cum.

A low, approving hum rumbled from deep in his chest.

"Go on."

The words were quiet, but they coiled around me like a command.

I began stroking him slowly, my hand gliding up and down his length, savoring the feel of him, the subtle twitch in his muscles each time I tightened my grip. His gaze stayed locked on me, unblinking, as if committing every flicker of my expression to memory.

Leaning in, I let my lips ghost along the sensitive skin at his base, trailing upward in the lightest touch. His breathing shifted, still controlled, but deeper now, heavier. I hovered close enough for him to feel the heat of my mouth without giving him exactly what he wanted. My hand never stopped moving.

His fingers curled around the arms of his chair, just the smallest crack in his composure, but enough to send a rush of satisfaction through me.

"Don't tease me, Miss Langford," he said, voice low and edged with warning.

But it sounded less like a warning, and more like a dare.

So I didn't stop. I varied my pace-slow enough to test his patience, firm enough to keep him on the edge. The air between us felt thick and hot, each second stretching taut like a wire about to snap.

My strokes slowed again, deliberately dragging out the moment, but his eyes narrowed just slightly. A warning I felt as much as I saw.

"Miss Langford," he said, each syllable deliberate, "don't test my patience."

The sharp edge in his tone sent a spark racing through me, both sharp and thrilling. I leaned closer, lips barely grazing along his throbbing length, tasting the faint salt of his skin. My hand tightened at the base, matching the subtle pulse under my fingers.

His breath deepened. Still measured. Still in control. But I could sense the tension winding tighter with every pass of my hand.

I lingered near the tip, my mouth so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. I was tempted to take him in, but I wanted more from him first-to see him slip. I looked up, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes had gone darker now, almost dangerous. His fingers flexed against the arms of his chair, and the sight made a flush crawl up my neck.

"Now," he said simply, the single word rough with command.

Something inside me buckled-half defiance, half desire.

I shifted forward, my knees pressing more firmly into the carpet, the desk casting a pool of shadow over us. My lips parted, and I hovered just an inch away, feeling his breath hitch even if the rest of him stayed perfectly still.

My strokes grew slower, firmer, my thumb circling the sensitive ridge making his jaw clenched. His gaze stayed locked on mine, and the weight of that connection made every movement feel more intimate... more dangerous.