บท 45: Chapter 45
Melody moaned at every movement he made, her body responding eagerly to his touches. His mouth sucked and licked her ears and neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. His hands pinched and fondled her breasts, raising her arousal to a point of no return.
Then, he cupped her face, turning it toward him, their lips finally connecting. That kiss was the final push she needed to feel her pussy become completely soaked. She didn't resist; instead, she surrendered completely, letting him take control because, deep down, she craved it. Turning her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with fervor. They made love to each other's mouths, Travis sucking on her tongue as she struggled to break free and take the lead, but he never let her.
Meanwhile, Ms. Ross occasionally came to their floor for inspiration, and today she found the two locked in an intimate embrace. A smirk crept onto her lips.
"I felt his aura before; I thought I was tripping, but I guess I wasn't. This boy can certainly make any woman chase him. He even wants me to chase him, which I don't mind. He's way too good to let go without having a taste of him," she mused, her gaze fixated on Travis.
Travis sensed Ms. Ross's eyes on him but chose to ignore her, his hands greedily squeezing Melody's ass. The sensation was unforgettable—firm, bouncy, and utterly heavenly. It was, without a doubt, the best ass he had ever felt.
They eventually broke their kiss, a string of saliva lingering between them. Melody smiled brightly; this kiss had been unlike any other, filled with passion, life, and undeniable pleasure.
"I might just sign you as my personal kiss-friend, you know," she teased, her hand resting on his chest, reveling in its warmth.
"Oh? Why would you settle for such a low position when you could become my woman?" he shot back, a playful glint in his eyes.
"I'll only become the woman of the man who wins the talent show. So how about it?" she challenged.
"Hmm, tempting idea. Sure, I'll do it. But that doesn't mean I won't grab and hold this ass every chance I get," he replied, his tone teasing.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. I love feeling those hands on my ass; it makes me feel like it's not even mine," she said with a sultry smile.
"Well, that's true; that ass is mine. You have any objections?" he asked, a cocky grin on his face.
"None whatsoever, sir."
"Good."
At that moment, Ms. Ross entered the room, her waist held with a seductive grace, her gaze locked on Travis. "Well, I never expected you two to become lovebirds. Is there any chance I can join this?" she asked, a playful challenge in her voice.
"Oh no, girl, finders keepers! Go fuck some other student! Travis is mine!" Melody declared, a possessive edge in her tone.
Ms. Ross smirked at Travis. "Is that right, Travis?"
He could tell she already understood what kind of guy he was, not that he was trying to hide it. "Sort of; I don't mind having another teacher in my harem," he said, smirking at Melody's impending retort.
Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on Melody's ass, eliciting a moan from her lips. "You don't have any problem with that, right, honey?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Melody shook her head, breathless. "No, I don't," she replied, her cheeks flushing.
"Good. I'll see you girls some other time," he said, shooting them both a wink as he walked out of the room. He quickly changed back into his clothes and headed back to class.
"It's nice for you to come back, Mr. Wyatt. I didn't know it took that long to go to the bathroom," Mr. Tickles quipped, raising an eyebrow.
"Long D, long pee, Mr. Wrinkles," Travis shot back, prompting the entire class to burst into laughter. He sat down, glancing at the board before feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
'That wasn't even funny. Dumb NPCs. I hate school,' he thought as he laid his head on the table. He noticed Eve was concentrated on her work, so he opted not to disturb her. Instead, he pulled out his phone and began watching YouTube videos to pass the time.
When the bell rang, a smile returned to his face. 'Finally! Math is over. For today, at least.'
"Where is your bag?" Eve asked, glancing up from her work.
'Fuck, I left it in my locker. Oh well, not like I'm gonna be writing anything,' he thought, shrugging off the inconvenience.
"It's in my locker. Where are we going, by the way?" he asked.
"Art class," she replied.
'Alright, sounds good,' he thought as they headed out together, anticipation bubbling inside him for the rest of the day.
They entered the classroom and settled into their seats. Ms. Ross strolled in, her usual carefree expression in place, but her eyes would often pause on Travis for a moment as she prepared her canvas.
"Okay, I'll be checking your drawings today. Let's begin. This isn't for a grade, so don't worry," she announced.
One by one, Ms. Ross walked around the class, inspecting everyone's work. She offered a compliment to each student, even those who presented the most horrendous pieces of art imaginable. When she finally reached Travis's table, she began with Mia. A visible surprise lit up her face as she took in Mia's drawing.
"Wow, I never knew you were this good," Ms. Ross said, lifting the artwork for a closer look. Mia blushed, glancing over at Travis and winking. He winked back, quickly looking away to avoid arousing suspicion.
"I wish to speak to you. Do you mind?" Ms. Ross asked Mia.
"No, ma'am," Mia replied.
"Good." Ms. Ross continued past her and arrived at Travis. As soon as she saw his drawing, a sweet smile spread across her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning against his back and intentionally pressing her petite breasts against him. Her lips hovered just inches from his ear as she spoke in a seductive tone.
"You're really an artist. I'm very impressed," she said slowly.
Travis was taken aback by her boldness. He scanned the classroom, noticing that nobody seemed to care about the intimate exchange happening right in front of them.
'Huh?' he thought, feeling a mix of confusion and excitement.
"You and I need to talk, okay?" she continued.
"Sure, when should we do that?" he asked, trying to keep his composure.
"Let's do it next week. I'm quite busy tomorrow; I might not even come to class. Any problems?" she replied, her tone light yet purposeful.
"Nope," he said, intrigued.
"Good, I'm keeping this," she added, snatching up his drawing with a satisfied grin.
She moved on to Eve, who had drawn a picture of Travis. Ms. Ross gave Eve a long, appraising stare, and Eve blushed, attempting to look away. However, Ms. Ross gently pulled her face toward her.
"You took that literally. Not that it matters—does he know you drew him?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Yes, he does. In fact, he was the first to see," Eve admitted, her cheeks flushing even more.
"Well, as long as he knows. I'm sure you've drawn many pictures of him before, am I wrong?" Ms. Ross pressed, her curiosity piqued.
Eve reluctantly shook her head, desperately trying to hide her embarrassment. Travis couldn't help but wonder if these two were aware that he could hear every word they said since they didn't even attempt to whisper.
'Weird,' he thought, amused by the unexpected attention.
TO BE CONTINUED
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