Chapter 21

Caesar

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I said, unable to look away from my reflection in the bathroom mirror the same way drivers slow down to stare at a gruesome car accident.

Shea was making a weird, stifled snorting sound in the back of her throat until she could no longer contain her amusement, and raucous laughter burst out of her mouth. She doubled over, bracing herself with her hands on her knees as she took great pleasure from my intense mortification.

I frowned probably the deepest frown of my life as I waited for her to stop, staring at the fluffy white kitten with a pink bow on my reflection's chest.

In all honesty, the sweater itself wasn't bad. It was comfortable and flatteringly snug in all the right places. Why did there have to be an adorable, girly kitten on it? A kitten that looked oddly familiar…

"You know, this kitten looks like a certain witch I know," I teased.

Her laughter stopped, and she scowled at me, straightening and pulling out her phone. "Okay, for that, this is so going on my Insta."

She shot the picture before I could stop her.

"Oh no, you don't!" I barked, spinning around to reach for the phone in her hand as she outstretched her arm to the side.

For such a small creature, she was surprisingly lengthy and nimble. Every time I got close to grabbing the damned device, she'd twirl or swoop or slip it into the opposite hand, tactfully evading my grasp.

Finally, I grabbed both her wrists and pinned her against the wall, triumph singing in my alcohol-buzzing head. Until I looked down at those big green eyes, which were blazing as they looked up at me through those thick brunette lashes.

Her wrists felt so fragile in my large hands, her smooth skin a balm to my calluses. Her full tits were heaving beneath the deep cut of her shirt with her quick, short breaths, and I couldn't not be painfully aware of the bulge between my thighs that was pressing into the top of her pelvis.

A small voice in the back of my head told me to release her, to step back, stride out of this bathroom and run, fly, get away as fast as my legs and wings could carry me.

But I was far beyond where that voice could reach me now and far beyond caring about the consequences.

I descended upon her full lips, forcing them apart with my tongue to finally taste the woman I'd been desperately craving. She matched my feverish kisses with that sharp tongue of hers, slicing into me in the best way. I wanted to eat her up, and her mouth tasted even sweeter than I could have dreamed up.

I slid my rough hands down her arms, distantly hearing a clatter I later realized was her phone hitting the dirty floor. My hands had minds of their own as they pawed at her tits, her waist, her hips, then finally swooping under her ass to hoist her up and spread her legs, my hips landing between them to pin her with the evidence of my aching desire.

I could feel the heat of her center even through our layers of jeans and slacks, and I was maddened with the need to shred those barriers with my bare hands.

Her delicate hands roamed down my chest and tugged at the bottom of my shirt.

"Take off this ridiculous sweater," she demanded before biting my bottom lip, sending a zing of tortured want straight down to my throbbing dick.

"Yes, please," I panted through filthy kisses, breaking away from her mouth only long enough to pull the garment over my head and arms.

Taking the lead, she shoved my hands from the back of her thighs and dropped to stand, kissing and nibbling and licking down my neck, my chest. When her teeth grazed my nipple, I gasped, relishing the bitter-sweet sensation of her desire for me. I wanted this creature like I'd never wanted anything in my entire life, and I was totally fine being her helpless victim.

Especially when her fingers found the zipper of my slacks and tugged it down. I felt my pants fall around my ankles, and I watched with hungry eyes as she gently pulled down my boxers, too, freeing my stiff cock.

She looked up at me for just a moment, promise sparking like a match in those bright green eyes before she opened those diabolic lips and wrapped them around my tip.

My eyes rolled back into my head as her mouth sheathed my cock, her tongue sliding over and around my tip like it was the most delicious lollipop she'd ever tasted. And then she took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft and my tip nudging the back of her throat.

A deep, guttural moan forced its way up my throat, the pleasure of her conquering me indescribable. Each withdrawal and descent of her mouth on my dick willed my eyes to close at the overwhelming sensation she delivered, but I made myself look down at her with eyes wide open, determined to capture this moment in my memory because the sight of her suckling me was infinitely better than any porn.

She gripped my ass as she began to suck harder and faster, her nails digging into my skin, the pain only amplifying my need.

"Oh, fuck, Shea," I groaned, gripping onto the edge of the sink to keep myself from buckling under her wrath.

She moaned around my cock in her throat, the vibrations rattling my very bones and spiking my pleasure to the point of agony.

A ringing sounded somewhere on the floor, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. I ignored it, desperate to disappear into my slavery to her. But time and again, the damn noise continued to assault my eardrums and interrupt my enjoyment. My wrist watch dinged, and with a grunt of irritation, I bent it toward me to see what the fuck was so important.

Ren. "You need to come back to the school ASAP. I have a very important matter for you."

As I read and reread the text, that little voice in my head got louder, cutting through the haze of inebriation and lust that clouded my thoughts.

What was I doing? I was a twenty-six-year-old director of a very important school, and I was letting a girl the age of many of my students suck my cock. With the intention of doing so much more.

But she wasn't my student. And really, there was no let in this situation. I'd been obsessed with this girl for weeks. She very well could have cast a spell on me to make me so vexed by her, and I was a more than willing sacrifice to her dark magic.

I didn't want to stop. I didn't want this moment to ever end. But duty was calling. Literally. I had a job to do, people who depended on me.

"Shea," I whispered, tapping her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, but I need to go."

She paused with her lips halfway down my shaft and looked up at me for a moment, a thousand unspoken thoughts darting in her eyes. When she pulled her mouth away from my dick, my heart thudded with the finality of that action, that this was over, and probably would never happen again.

"One for the road," she said, then descended on my cock again with more vigor than before.

"Omigod," I gasped as she sucked me with a determined ferocity that stole the breath from lungs.

Her hand gripped my shaft, stroking me as she bobbed harder and faster. Pleasure crashed over me, building with an intensity and a speed I didn't see coming and was helpless against. When I came, she buried her mouth over my dick, and the feeling of my seed spilling into her warm mouth was the filthiest pleasure I'd ever known.

Until I felt her swallow.

Dear fucking God, this girl!

She licked her lips as she rose, helping me pull up my boxers and slacks. As I zipped myself up, she shoved the balled up sweater into my arms and winked, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay. I understand. What happens at the pub stays at the pub." Her pretty forehead crinkled with resigned sadness, making my heart tug.

She lifted on her toes to peck my lips one last time, and words completely evaded me. How could I tell her how sorry I was? That I should never have let it get this far? That this could never happen again?

So I didn't say anything. I just put my kitty sweater back on and left the most amazing girl I'd ever met. And I couldn't decide if the bigger mistake was letting myself get drawn in by her, or walking away from her now .