“Listen, you might not want to be caught walking with me again unless you want to be thrown in a locker, a toilet swirl, or tossed into the dumpster after school. Here’s the class, it was nice, um, meeting you,” he says nervously, looking away in embarrassment until he notices that I haven’t said a thing, and glances back at me with a confused expression.
The hallways are clear of moving bodies as we stand outside of the closed door of classroom 315. I’m about to do something scary, so unlike me, that it catches me off guard. Quicker than he can react, I grab his shoulders and hug him like a favorite stuffed animal. His surprised squeak makes me giggle and I know I’ve hit my limit when my body stiffens as a memory tries to break through. I release him and keep my hands on his shoulders so he looks me in the eye.
“We’re going to be the best of friends. Thank you for being so kind, and I’ll look for you at lunch so we can see what classes we have together. Save me a seat.” His mouth drops open and I have to bite my lip to hold my laughter inside.
He stands there, nodding his head like a bobblehead and I have to turn him around, giving him a small push to get him moving. Shaking my head once he’s gone, I face the classroom, my nails biting into my fist because I’m not sure how I’m going to react with another biker from a different club on the other side of this door.
With a deep breath, I grab the handle and throw the door open before I lose my nerve but stop cold at what greets my eyes. My body won’t move, I’m half in the doorway staring at the big muscled giant. Dalton, I’m assuming. He looks like the cocky type. I swear the guy is at least seven feet tall, twinkling violet eyes staring unblinking into mine as he leans back against the teacher’s desk. Black hair shaved on the side but longer hair slicked back on the top of his head, his skin a beautiful, rich, light brown that makes his eyes hypnotizing. Everything about this guy is broad, big, and I’m pretty sure his muscles have muscles that make his black shirt and leather cut mold to his barrel chest. It’s the slow lopsided smile spreading across his face that makes my eyes narrow. The woman between his legs stopped me for a second but if he thought this sight would scare me away or shock me, he’s completely wrong. Not even when he makes the older woman, who has to be the teacher, keep bobbing her head. What is with these guys who think they can walk all over me, control me with the power they obviously have over everyone else but me?
Challenge accepted fucker.
Stepping into the room, I slam the door shut behind me loudly, trying not to smile as the woman jumps and is about to turn around but his big hand holds her in place on the back of her neck. If this is Dalton, I’m not impressed, time to show these asses that a girl who’s been through things worse than death can rise from the ashes. I stalk forward on quiet feet without showing any emotions on my face.
Game on.
Dalton
My eyes keep flickering towards the door, growing impatient as the seconds tick by. Where the hell is this bitch? At least I have the eager redhead between my legs, slurping around my cock like a hoover vacuum cleaner while making these loud but annoying porn moans. Mrs. Sullivan has been after me for months, the thirty year old history teacher always wearing skin tight skirts and blouses with a few buttons undone each time I walk into her classroom. The coy glances, the little touches, and small smiles that are thrown my way were all the cues I needed to get her on her knees. Not really my type but the woman acts like she is in heat, wanting to feel younger by being with a younger guy. I saw this opportunity as a perfect time to shock the bitch. When the guys came racing into the club last night with news of a little guest at the most suspicious timing, we decided to keep her in line by making sure she knows who's in charge. I was game without even meeting her, no one messes with my family.
I’m a biker, born into this life with a loud fucking cry right out of the womb that even had the doctor scared to smack my ass. I’ve shown my loyalty plenty of times with blood for Hell’s Angels. My best friends may not be part of the club but they’ve had my back since we were kids. Hell, they’ve helped me bury a body or two without any questions, that’s what family does for you. Knowing that this Tillie chick is from the fucking Jokers club, makes me blind with rage. Those scums have no morals, rules go flying out the window with our rivals. I may be a criminal but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a code to follow. The plan with the bitch is to make her every living moment miserable, to get her to confess why she’s here. I swear if she’s here to spy on us, I’ll choke her, and dump her in acid so that no one can ever find her.
I glance at the clock above Mrs. Sullivan’s desk, wondering where the hell this little girl is. I know Logan said he’d send her my way to scare the shit out of her but I wanna have my fun first. Nothing like intimidating the girl with something shocking and scandalous. Just the thought of playing a game with the rival gets my cock harder than steel and this slut on her knees thinks it’s all for her but the excitement starts in my balls when the door handle starts to twist.
About damn time. I can’t hide my grin even though it starts to slip away when the breath is knocked out of me. This is Tillie? Fucking hell, I’m in trouble. I’m going to murder those three for not giving me a warning. Now I understand the grumpy mood Logan is in, the way Nicky is more quiet than usual, and Tey’s twinkle in his eyes.
She’s standing in the doorway with plump parted lips as she takes in the scene. Those sexy lips make me even harder than the slut with her mouth around my dick. All smooth gold skin, big brown expressive eyes that seem to speak for themselves. Man, if looks could kill... I stare at the curves on her body, not realizing I’m gripping Mrs. Sullivan’s head to pull her deeper onto me even though she resists. I’m tempted to fling her away and prowl over to this gorgeous goddess but her narrowing eyes stops me, reminding me that she’s the enemy. She slams the door hard, making the teacher choke on my dick in shock, not realizing that someone else is in the room with us. My hand slides to the back of her neck, holding her in place, she knows better than to question me. You want my cock then you follow my rules. She made her bed, so if she gets caught, that’s on her.
“Kind of busy here, little bitch, I’ll be with you in a bit. Keep sucking, Mrs. Sullivan.” I smile widely at Tillie, my insides lighting up at the hard glint overcoming her gaze, her jaw tight when she doesn’t look away.
The slurping sound of my dick getting sucked is loud, I’m anticipating her being disgusted and upset at the blowjob I’m receiving from my teacher. Nothing like making someone cower and under your control by bringing out their weakness.
Instead, none of that happens.
She cocks her head to the side, watching my dick being half sucked and it’s a shame because most women can’t fit my whole cock in their mouth. It’s a blessing and curse being well endowed. Her dark brown and purple hair swings in her ponytail as she walks over to my side without giving away what she’s thinking. Stopping next to me, she bites her lush bottom lip, making me almost groan out loud. She peers up at me from under her long, dark lashes, she stares at me for a hot second, and then faster than I can follow, she grabs Mrs. Sullivan’s hair and shoves her down on my cock until she starts gagging and choking. My mouth parts on a deep inhale, never breaking her gaze and I already know I’ve lost today when her lips start to spread in a leisurely smile.
“If you're going to put it in your mouth, at least do it right,” she says to Mrs. Sullivan, not looking at her once, and ignoring the teacher gagging loudly between my legs.
I hardly feel the mouth around me anymore, all my focus is right on the vixen by my side and I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard. Believe me, growing up in a motorcycle club, there's been plenty of pussy on hand, but never someone who would dare challenge me.
My abs ripple as I feel all sorts of shit in my gut. She pulls Mrs.Sullivan’s head back, letting her think she has time to breathe before pushing her back down on me in an instant. My nostrils flare, my cock weeping but not for the one choking on me. It’s all for this little bitch in control.
“You’re close aren’t you?” She breaks eye contact to glance down at my thick cock trying to stuff its way down a gagging mouth, her breathing picks up so I at least know I’m not the only one affected.
I shift my hands to grip the desk behind me in a death grip, resisting the urge to grab her tight little body and fuck the daylights out of her. This isn’t my game anymore, I can hardly think straight at the moment. She hesitantly reaches out to me, making me wonder why she’s so cautious of touching me but that all flies out the window the moment she places her fingers on my body. So lightly, her delicate fingers glide across my stomach, her touch barely there with my shirt and cut in the way but it burns a trail down the ridges of my stomach. She smells of warm vanilla and it draws me closer but my gaze is caught on those fingers heading lower. A small laugh from her has my head snapping up to see her staring at me already and she quickly skips backwards, letting go of me and Mrs. Sullivan. The stupid teacher is gasping for air on the floor but I hardly look at her, standing up straight to follow this goddess with my dick hanging out and swaying for all to see.
“Well it’s been lovely getting to know you Dalton but oh, look at the time. Have to get to class. If this is how the teachers treat their students, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me.” She smirks like she won the jackpot, already pushing through the door and holding up a piece of paper, confusing the hell out of me what she’s talking about.
It clicks a second later and I’m trying to tuck myself back in my pants while swearing up a storm. She stole her class schedule out of my front pocket as I was distracted by her touch and thinking with my cock.
“Get back here you little bitch and get me off!” I shout in a grumbly, hoarse voice, tilting my head as she runs out of the class before I can stop her, her ass bouncing with every step.
“Until next time, biker.” She chuckles lightly, practically skipping down the hallway, and disappearing down the flight of stairs.
I run my hands through my hair in frustration at how she got the drop on me and left my cock rock hard. Dropping my hands, I look over my shoulder at the scrambling teacher with makeup running down her face and her eager, greedy hands reaching for me. My deep chuckle stops Mrs. Sullivan in her tracks and she stares at me in confusion as I wipe tears of laughter off my face.
Fuck, the little bitch got me good and it makes me want to play another round with her. I adjust my pants before leaving the classroom, ignoring my name being called behind me, and pull out my phone to send a group text.
“Time to step up our game.”
