Do it in class
"I'll 'et it ba-" A round of coughs cut me short as the fire in my throat made it unbearable to speak normally.
This gorgeous tall man seemed just about ready to devour me whole and wipe his lips clean like I was a bland piece of meat.
But I had grown accustomed to this angry face even though it still terrified me. This was his face most of the time when he was not fucking some random person or maybe when I was not around.
I had seen his smile and heard his laugh. But now that I had gone through this mental torture, my third eye had split open, letting me see just how fake everything was in the past.
A defeated sigh beat down on my face as Ilay stepped away from me. His expression looked a bit lighter from the rage that had occupied it some seconds ago.
"Get ready, I'll drop you off at school!"
I backed from him, doubting my hearing ability. There might have been a few worms in there because, sure as hell, I hadn't heard Ilay Konstantinovich Volkov, one of the three heirs to a multinational corporation, Aya's husband(cut this out), was offering to drive me to school. Well, not offering. His tone sounded more like, 'Hurry-your-damn-ass-or-I-will-throw-you-in-the-boot-myself'. How 'nice' of him.
Thank heavens he was just dropping me off...or so I thought.
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Whispers.
Murmurs.
Glances.
Giggles.
Stares.
Every uncomfortable thing became a reality in that lecture hall.
This was my first class since 'recovering' from a 'cold', as Ilay had his people inform the dean. Of course he'd have direct communication with the dean, I expected no less from a man of his status.
But coming to class with me, sitting next to me...that was just playing with my mind.
I was sure as hell he was aware of his looks and the charismatic air that always hovered above his head. A single glance of those eyes like cold marbles was enough to even turn a straight man gay. No wonder he could pull in both genders so easily.
Lucky bastard!
If I had his looks and his money, I'd probably have been galloping around the world until my butt hurt from the jet rides.
Gawd!
Why did he choose to waste his time here with me?
"Concentrate Kelly."
Ah! We were back to the mispronounced names, hm? At least he didn't sound like a maniac about to dissect me with a razor blade.
"But... it's impossible with all these people staring at us," I replied in a whisper, throwing him half a glare for I still valued my eyes.
"Oh please," he scoffed amused, his right brow raising at me. "Do you think they're staring at 'us'?"
It hadn't helped that I had picked the back seats, they still caught sight of this psychopath. Darn him and his attractiveness. But then again, I was glad he had dyed his hair black. If he had made this kind of appearance with his past blonde hair, most heads in the hall would have snapped and broken already.
Some girls had no shame whatsoever, going as far as winking at Ilay even though I was right there with him. I glared at their stupid faces, feeling crossed. Not because I had feelings for him, but because they were purposely cutting me off the frame like a side character with very little impact.
What if he was my boyfriend?
Would they still gawk at him?
The lecturer went about his business, bothering not who was paying or not paying attention. His work was to teach, not to monitor a group of adults. Yet I could catch the tension whenever he glanced at Ilay's direction. As if to irritate him, Ilay would occasionally wave at the poor man. How disrespectful. Disrespectful hot.
At some point, I found myself stealing glances at Ilay, wondering what was going through his head. Did he find all of this entertaining?
He suddenly gazed my way. Catching my stare, he grinned stupidly and then pointed downwards.
I followed his finger and only saw the floor.
Floor. Ilay. Smirk. The floor between Ilay's legs. Smirk. Floor.
The order was jumbled but I could slowly and surely understand what he was telling me.
A large lump quickly formed inside my throat like a ball was stuck in there. A lump that would be cleared by Ilay's cock in about half a minute. "Now!" He mouthed relaxing back on his seat.
My eyes started shaking, and my mouth was running dry.
In a hall with about thirty people, this devil was asking me to make love to his cock with my mouth and be okay with it.
I gulped, forcing down some saliva.
As my hesitation grew evident, Ilay grabbed my hand and placed it on his groin, letting me feel his hard thing under there.
He must have been aroused for a good five minutes to grow this big and firm.
Oh, my poor throat. Another day to suffer some more just to keep me out of the dungeon. I soothed it, and apologized to it, before sinking between Ilay's legs to use it.
He spread them out a bit to accommodate my presence. And with a teasing smirk, he slid a hand in the back of my head before pulling it forward until my face was pressed on his cock, buried under his clothes.
Still smirking down at me, Ilay moved my face along his shaft, my cheek brushing hard on that thing.
I was certain I'd have a red patch after this, but didn't care too much since Ilay was enjoying it.
His clothes had a lingering scent booster all over them, lessening the disgust I'd normally have as I was too sensitive to smells. If there was any foul smell, I'd have gagged and puked all over his thick cock until the thought of ever getting hard again eroded his mind.
He was wearing that expression again. The one that made him look both vulnerable and crazy. The one he always gave me when he forced me to watch him fuck.
I hopped off the script and brought out my tongue, licking his head over the fabrics.
Ilay's hand halted in half a heartbeat. His face grew hard and then softened to what was amusement. "Dirty little thing," he whispered bringing down his other hand and sliding two fingers in my mouth. "You want my cock so badly? I thought you'd pee yourself in fear because of all these idiots present!" His whisper was almost his normal volume, but slightly soft to the ears of those closest to us.
While his fingers okayed with my tongue, I continued scowling up at that face. Letting him know I wasn't into this sort of thing. He was the one getting all aroused in front of so many people and even asking me to blow him.
What I was curious about though, was how he'd hold back his moans and the kind of expression that would be visible to my greedy eyes.
"Go ahead. Have as much cock as you like," Ilay said withdrawing his fingers from my mouth.
After fumbling with his belt for a few seconds, I finally managed to free his cock from the cages made of pure fabric. It almost sprung in the air, eagerly looking forward to some action.
'Here we go again Kally.'
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