I open my eyes and see her smiling sweetly at Mrs. Sullivan like she never seen her sucking my cock. I glance around at the guys, confused as fuck as to why Tillie is being nice and not causing a bloodbath. All the guys are glaring behind me until I hear a ridiculous humph and a click of heels walking away. I blow out a relieved breath, making eye contact with Logan who slowly shakes his head like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Getting rid of Mrs. Sullivan would help a lot of things, mainly making Tillie’s life easier since she has a class with her. But of course, Franco told us to stay out of the spotlight of the media and a missing teacher would do the opposite of that. My muscles strain, the tension thick in the air even after the sexual predator left.
“You know, I’ve never been to a slumber party. Can I come?” Evan announces, breaking the ice as we all turn to him with incredulous looks.
“The fuck you say?” Logan growls out, leaning threateningly in his seat.
“I don’t know if I should invite you because that’s sad as fuck or kill you now for even thinking of sleeping over at our girl’s place.” Tey chuckles, the dark type of chuckle that means he’s serious and crazy.
“We can have our own sleepover instead. Banana. Eek,” Nicola says innocently, throwing her banana peel over her shoulder with a jerk of her arm and reaching over to pet Evan’s arm.
“The sun is shining. It seems like a good day to kill someone.” Nicky’s voice is deep, his intense stare never breaking eye contact with Evan.
Tillie doesn’t say anything, she’s lightly sliding her nails back and forth across the back of my neck. A quiet woman is never a good thing.
“I’ll be right back. Going to the restroom.” She kisses my cheek and stands from my lap, not making eye contact with anyone as she walks away.
“Fine! I’ll never go to a sleepover!” Evan yells, his voice a higher pitch than before but I don’t look away from Tillie as she walks into the building.
That’s not the way towards the restrooms. I turn and see Tey sitting closer to Evan, dragging his knife loudly across the table. Nicky and Logan are staring at me then to the door she disappeared through. They think she’s up to something too.
“I’ll be right back.” I get up, abandoning my lunch, and walk calmly after Tillie.
Once inside, I look around and see her climbing the stairs to the second floor down the hallway. She doesn’t look at anyone as she passes students, shoving them aside without a backwards glance. My brows furrow in curiosity until it clicks where she’s going.
Oh fuck.
I take off down the hall after her, dodging students until they move like the Red Sea and get out of my way. By the time I make it to the stairs, she has a good head start on me. Climbing them two at a time, I reach the top of the landing and immediately head towards Mrs. Sullivan’s classroom at the end of the hallway. It’s the teachers' lunch hour too so she’ll be all alone in her classroom. Honestly, I’m curious what my little bitch will do. Tillie’s already inside when I finally make it to the door of the classroom, I press my ear to the thick wood and hear two female voices but can’t make out what’s being said. Grabbing the door handle, I turn it slowly and slip through the gap big enough for my body to fit through. The door shuts quietly behind me so they don’t know I’m here but my jaw hangs open at the sight before me of both their side profiles.
You know, I thought I’d either find Tillie crying or at least kicking the shit out of Mrs.Sullivan. I was completely wrong, so wrong.
“I can make you come better than any man has before. I can find your G-spot with my eyes closed, your pussy squeezing my fingers tightly as you come again and again.” Tillie’s voice changes into a seductive purr and I’m almost afraid to blink just in case I miss anything.
It’s like looking at a different person. Her body language is more relaxed, the seductress standing in front of Mrs.Sullivan without touching her. She crowds her body, making sure her chocolate brown gaze is locked on Mrs.Sullivan.
“I–I–I’m not into women,” Mrs.Sullivan stutters, taken by surprise but I can see her gaze travel down Tillie’s body with lust darkening her eyes.
“Neither am I. There’s just something I can’t resist about you. Sexy as fuck.” Tillie’s eyes become hooded, stepping closer to Mrs.Sullivan until her breasts graze the front of the teacher’s button-down, slutty blouse.
“It’s not right,” Mrs.Sullivan whispers but without conviction in her voice.
“I promise I won’t say anything,” Tillie says, crooking her hip until her thigh rests between Mrs. Sullivan’s legs, the other fucking woman rolling her hips against my little bitch like she can’t help herself.
I should be afraid of the creature of lust in front of me, but I’m not. I can’t look away from her. Hell, I didn’t even know she could be this deadly, her body screams seduction and lust. She’s drawing her prey into her web without hardly having to try. She’s amazing.
“Jus–Just this once.” Mrs.Sullivan gives in so easily it’s almost disgusting but you can’t resist the spell Tillie casts.
I think I’m only beginning to see a side of Tillie she doesn’t let out. I saw her kill Miguel in the warehouse but this is different. She only has to use her voice and her body to get what she wants. Fuck, she’s dangerous and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Take off your clothes and sit in your desk chair with your legs spread,” Tillie says in a raspy voice that goes straight to my cock.
I reach down and squeeze my dick to ease the pain without looking away from Tillie as she sways her hips while walking around the front of the desk, climbing on top, and spreading her legs wide open. Her skirt rides up to her hips, giving me a clear view of her silk, pink panties. I wish we were the only ones in here so I can slip into her tight pussy and never leave.
“You're beautiful.” Mrs.Sullivan pants, her clothes shredded on the floor as she lowers herself into the chair in front of Tillie in just her bra and underwear.
“I know,” Tillie says, leaning back on her arm and taking her time sliding the palm of her hand up her bare thigh teasingly, drawing Mrs. Sullivan’s eyes right where she wants them.
My gaze is locked on her, only her, waiting to see how far she’s going to take this and that’s why I notice the barely there movement behind her as she lets out a fake as fuck moan. While distracting Mrs.Sullivan, her fingers playing right over the edge of her panties, my girl reaches behind her with her other hand. She slowly winds up the mouse cord that’s attached to the computer in her fist.
“Tell me how much you want this. How badly do you want to come?” Tillie gets in her face, ripping the cord from the computer and holding all of Mrs. Sullivan’s attention by grasping her jaw before trailing one finger down until it rests between her fake boobs.
