Tenure

27. James

27

James

I’m fuming. The woman has more attitude than anyone I’ve ever met in my goddamn life and all I want in the world is to fuck it out of her.

I watch the clock tick down and then dial. If she doesn’t answer, I’m driving to her damn house. But to my surprise, she picks up on the first ring.

“Hi,” she says. She sounds nervous and out of breath, like she’s been running.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Bathroom stall.”

“Good. Take off your pants.”

“WHAT?” she whisper-yells. “This is a public, high school bathroom!”

“Should have thought of that before smarting off. Take. Off. Your. Pants.”

She’s breathing heavily, clearly angry, but I can tell from the hitch in her rhythm that she’s turned on too.

“Now, Kiernan.”

I hear a rustling noise, and I close my eyes, picturing her slender thighs, round ass, swollen pink pussy . . . My cock is kicking like a mule in my jeans, wet with precum as I remember how she tastes. What it feels like to sink into her tight, wet cunt.

Fuck.

I need to see her face. I need to see this. So I hit Facetime and wait, my cock aching, and try to ignore the lurch in my gut when she answers, and I see her flushed, freckled face on the screen of my phone.

“Show me you’ve done what you’re told.”

She tilts the screen down, her pants undone and pushed to her knees.

“I said take them off. ”

She whimpers, eyes darting to the side, clearly terrified. But I need her exposed. I need her to feel the gravity of this. I want her naked in that fucking stall, where anyone could see her, anyone could walk in, anyone can talk to her.

“OFF!”

She props the phone up on something and slides her pants the rest of the way off, hanging them on a hook on the door.

“Panties,” I say, trying not to sound breathless myself.

She is visibly shaking with adrenaline and fear, but she takes a huge, shaky breath and slides them off too, tucking them into the pocket of her jeans.

“Good girl,” I moan as I watch her standing there half-naked and afraid. “Such a good girl, Kiernan. Now your shirt.”

She blushes and looks pleased, but she slips off her T-shirt and I’m pleasantly surprised to find she isn’t wearing a bra. My mouth waters, remembering the feeling of her perfect, tight, brown nipples between my teeth.

She’s twisting her fingers together, always giving away her nerves. I’ll give you something better to do with those fingers.

“Lean back against the stall.”

She does and her chest starts to heave.

“Legs apart.”

She goes beet red, redder than I’ve ever seen her, but she spreads her legs, opening herself wide, and I could drop to my fucking knees at the sight of it.

“Show me your pussy, Kiernan,” I growl.

She reaches down with both hands and hesitates, her fingers trembling, but she does what she’s told and spreads her lips wide open. Even on a screen I can see she’s drenched, fucking dripping, and I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want to be nose deep in her fucking slit.

“Slide your middle finger in your pussy, baby.”

She does it immediately, her head snapping back, a low moan escaping her lips as she closes her eyes, brow furrowing, tits heaving.

“Pump,” I manage to grit out.

She slides a little lower, bent into a squat as she pumps her finger into herself, covering her finger in her wetness. I can see her arousal glistening all over it every time she pulls it out, glowing under the fluorescent lights.

“Harder.”

She starts fucking herself in earnest with her hand, her hips rising up to meet it, jerking her finger into herself as hard as she can. She adds another finger—without permission—but I allow it because the moan coming out of her mouth is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

But then she freezes—pure panic on her face—and I hear the echoes of voices and laughter.

Someone’s in here! she mouths, scrambling to stand up.

I glare at her and shake my head no, quickly sending her a text that I know will pop up on her screen.

Don’t you dare fucking stop

She looks petrified, sweat forming on her temples, but her nipples tighten even more, and I smile, satisfied, because I already know she’s going to do what she’s fucking told. Staring right at the camera—right at me—she leans against the stall wall again and spreads herself for me, her pussy clenching and running with cum.

She holds out three fingers and waits. She’s asking.

GOOD GIRL I mouth, and nod. And she stares right at me as she sinks all three fingers so deep inside herself, I think I’m the one who’s coming.