“You will sit back down instantly—” Before he can finish his command, Hux’s hand is around his throat and he’s pinning him to the wall. The class immediately breaks into anxious whispers. Gills—overdramatic bitch—begins to scream bloody murder. The noise makes me want to scratch my own ears off…if that’s even possible. As my dad always says, if there’s a murderous will, there’s a way.
“You will not keep me from my precious treasure, do you understand?” Hux thunders darkly, and I swear my vagina jumps for joy at having him threaten a teacher for me. Heat suffuses me, migrating from my stomach to my core.
Mr. Skeletal attempts to speak, legs kicking as his face turns a hideous shade of blue.
“Do. You. Understand?”
“Umm…he can’t answer you, Chocolate Bar,” I say, tapping Hux on the shoulder. When he turns towards me, I pantomime choking with both my hands wrapped around my throat. Understanding flares in his eyes, and he drops our teacher unceremoniously to the ground.
“You are lucky, Mr. Skeletal Dick, that my mate has offered to show leniency.” Hux’s face could’ve been hewn from stone, slashing eyebrows pulled low over glowering eyes. “Kiss her feet.”
“We really don’t have to do all of this,” I begin half-heartedly, but Hux has already grabbed Mr. Skeletal by the scruff of his neck and has lowered his face to the ground.
“Kiss her feet,” he demands.
Immediately, Mr. Skeletal begins peppering kisses to my Mary Jane shoes. It’s awkward as fuck, if I’m being completely honest with myself. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t very well make eye contact, now can I?
Finally, our teacher ambles back to his feet, body physically shaking, and writes two hall passes for me and Hux.
“Let’s go, my precious treasure,” Hux breathes, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side.
The halls are vacant as we exit the classroom, the rest of the students either in their classes or at their dorms.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Hux begins in a soft, demure voice. His ebony lashes feather against his chiseled cheekbones as he blinks at me. “That was never my intention.”
“Scare me?” I release a bark of laughter. Before I can stop myself—before I can even wrap my head around my actions—I turn us both so Hux’s back is to the wall. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I’ve kissed Jack before, but never Hux. Would he taste the same? Feel the same?
Without giving myself a moment to reconsider, I press my lips to his. At first, he stiffens underneath me, as if my touch, my kiss, has set off a thousand internal alarms. And then, his lips move under mine in the sweetest, most innocent of kisses imaginable. He growls against my lips, but doesn’t make any effort to deepen it.
It’s almost as if he’s unsure, hesitant, allowing me to take the reins and control the pace.
Fuck, that’s sexy.
I grab his hands and place them on my breasts. My nipples are already beaded diamonds, desperate for his touch. He begins to knead my fleshy globes as my tongue enters his mouth, tangling with his own. It’s a dance, a battle, reminiscent of swords clashing against shields. Surprisingly enough, he tastes different from Jack. It’s barely perceptible—something I wouldn’t even notice if I wasn’t searching for it specifically. While Jack tastes like spearmint, Hux has a distinct peppermint flavor that assaults my taste buds in the most delicious way possible.
I trail my hand down his sculpted chest until I reach the waistband of his jeans. I pause there, caressing the sliver of skin exposed, before lowering my hand. I cup his erect cock through his jeans and begin to rub in tandem to our heated kisses.
Hux makes a noise in the back of his throat—a combination between a pleading mewl and a groan—and begins to kiss me harder.
“It was so fucking sexy when you choked that teacher,” I pant as his finger caresses the seam of my jeans. Fuck, why didn’t I wear a skirt today? Of all the days…
He begins to rub me as I rub him, our breathing turning ragged. He’s not even touching my fucking skin, and I’m seconds from exploding.
“Fuck,” I murmur against his lips as his palm cups my wet pussy through my jeans. The friction—combined with his kisses and whispered praises—sends me tumbling over that steep edge.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t take him with me.
As my orgasm shakes my legs, I begin to rub Hux even harder, bordering that precarious line between pleasure and pain. When I squeeze tightly, Hux releases a hiss of pleasure. Spurred on by his inarticulate praises, I bite down on his bottom lip, and he roars as he comes, his cock twitching beneath my hand.
We’re both breathing heavily by the time we’re finished, and Hux reverently leans his forehead against my own.
“That was…amazing. Thank you for sharing that with me, my precious treasure,” he whispers, lowering his lips to my own in a tender kiss.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I reply, and for some undefinable reason, my cheeks darken in color. I almost feel embarrassed, which is ridiculous. I have made more men orgasm than I care to admit.
Then why does it feel so different with Hux?
My stomach is a tumultuous mixture of happiness and fear, but I can’t decipher where the latter emotion stems from. Still, I can’t stop the blissful smile from curling up the corners of my lips.
“I’m sorry you’ll have to walk around with cum in your pants,” I say, mentally high-fiving myself. The same thing happened once before with Vin—excuse me, he-who-shall-not-be-named—and it fills me with a primitive, savage sense of satisfaction.
You see those hunky men, bitches? Well, back off. That’s my cum in their pants. Well, his cum. But he only came because of me. So, ha.
“We should go see what the new headmaster wants,” I say at last, reluctantly stepping
