Ella Frank - Veiled Innocence

“Thanks. I was surprised to see you in the stands.” She paused as she walked closer. “Did you come to see me?”

I brought the papers up against my chest and held them there. It was a pathetic excuse for a shield, but anything was better than nothing.

“I didn’t come to see you specifically, no. I came to take photographs of the event and support the school.”

“But now you’re leaving after only one race?”

Refusing to let her walk all over me, I nodded. “Well, I remembered I had papers to grade.”

With a knowing look, she bit her bottom lip, and when her top teeth sunk into the pillowy flesh, my cock came to rigid attention.

“Or maybe you already saw what you wanted to see?”

“Addison.”

“Yes?”

“I have told you before, this isn’t going to happen.”

“No? What if you don’t touch? There’s nothing wrong with…watching, is there?”

My mind raced with the possibilities. She brushed past me so our shoulders met, and I could smell the sweet, sugary body spray she must have used after her race.

She smelled sinful.

I turned as she looked over her shoulder at me and walked into my…no, our history classroom.

Closing my eyes, I counted backwards from ten.

This was a bad idea. A really fucking bad idea, but as I made my way back to the classroom door, I knew that I was about to bite the apple.

The minute he stepped into the room, I knew I had him. He quietly shut and locked the door before walking over behind his desk.

I’d chosen to sit in the first row, middle seat, as opposed to my usual because from here he’d be able to see and hear me that much better.

One, two, three.

He placed the papers down, then pushed all ten of his fingers on the wooden surface so hard they turned white.

“Doesn’t your mother need to know where you are?” he asked, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth.

“I told her I was waiting on Brandon so we could all go out and celebrate.”

Pinning me with an annoyed frown, he accused, “So you lied?”

“Maybe a little. Would you prefer me to call and tell her what I’m really doing?”

He rubbed two of his fingers up the center of his forehead, appearing stressed. “Addison, this cannot happen.”

Now things were getting interesting.

One, two three.

“You keep saying that. What exactly is it that can’t happen?”

I couldn’t help the thrill I got at his discomfort.

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop acting naive. It doesn’t suit you.”

I raised a brow and laughed at the blunt way he called me out. “Okay.”

“You have to stop coming on to me. Do you understand how much trouble we would be in if—”

“If?” I pushed when he stopped talking and started shaking his head.

“I’m not allowed to touch you, so stop inviting me to.”

“Is that what I’m doing?”

Unflinchingly, he replied, “You know that it is.”

“Why don’t you sit down?”

“Because I plan to leave.”

“Really? I’m pretty sure you locked the door.”

“Addison,” he said, not in warning this time but more in resignation.

“What’s your first name?”

“Oh no,” he drawled, and for the first time since we’d met, he laughed, and the sound tickled its way up my spine. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Well, I can find out by searching the school’s web page at home.”

One, two, three.

“Then why haven’t you?”

Trying for nonchalant, I shrugged. “I wanted you to tell me.”

“Why?” he asked, just as I knew he would.

“Because it’ll mean more.”

“It’s not appropriate for me to tell you, especially since you won’t be using it.”

I lowered my eyes and then peeked at him flirtatiously from beneath my lashes. “But it would be nice to know whose name to call when I touch myself at night.”

“Jesus.”

“What?” I questioned as I spread my thighs apart under the desk. “It’s the truth.”

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t say things like that to me.”

“But I can to others?”

He pulled his seat out and sat down. “No. You shouldn’t say it to anyone.”

“Why? Am I supposed to act ashamed that I like to touch myself? I do, you know, but I promised myself that my next orgasm would be with you, so…wanna help me out?”

His gaze dropped below the desk, and the moment he noticed my legs parted, he brought his eyes back to mine. This time, they were a dark gold and much more volatile—less patient.

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Oh, please. Don’t try and tell me you don’t think about me.”

“Stop. It. Addison,” he growled, and the sound of my name reverberating from his throat made my pussy clench in response.

“Don’t worry, Mr. M. Can I call you that? It’s much easier. I don’t want you to touch me. I can do that all on my own. Just watch—watch me.”

I pushed my chair away from the desk and leaned back into the seat, lowering my hand down between my thighs. Pressing my fingers against the outside of my shorts, I noticed his eyes skid down to see what I was doing.

“Stop it.”

“Make me,” I challenged.

His voice was barely audible as he admitted, “I can’t.”

I couldn’t make her because I didn’t want her to stop.

If anyone could have seen what was going on, it was obvious to me that they would have labeled me a monster and her a victim. However, as I sat there, fighting every instinct to go to her, I really had to wonder which role fit whom in this scenario.

I consciously knew this was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to be the one to walk away, but how do you keep saying no in the face of such temptation? If this was a test, was I about to fail?

Addison’s smooth legs were spread wide under the desk. Her hand was eagerly massaging between them as she watched me. I remained frozen, fixated on the scene like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Tell me what to do,” she invited.

Was she kidding? This was the most demented thing I’d ever done. I wasn’t going to compound the situation by giving her instructions to take her pants off so I could see more.

“Tell me,” she demanded again as her fingers moved up and slid—oh fuck—inside her school shorts.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase the image as I fought my body’s natural instinct. My cock was as hard as a fucking rock as I sat there imagining what she was touching. The only sound I could hear was the—tick, tick, tock—of the fucking wall clock. It felt as though it was keeping time with my heart as it pounded inside my chest.

“Mr. M?”

At the breathy sound of her voice, I lifted my head and saw that she’d unzipped her jacket and was focused on me with lustful eyes.

“Addison.”

“Don’t tell me no.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

She let out a soft moan, and I figured she’d just touched…fuck!

“You don’t have to, just your voice makes me wet. Watch me. Watch what you do to me.”

Denying myself even that, I stood, determined to put an end to this.

“This is over. Stop what you’re doing and get up.”

“No,” she told me as her eyes clouded over, desire starting to take a tight hold of her.

Rounding my desk, I pressed a firm palm against my erection, trying to get it to behave as I moved closer to her.

“Get your fucking hands out of your pants, and go home, Addison. It’s called self-control. Try and find some.”

“Mhmm, again,” she panted, and I could feel my panic closing in on me as her quick breaths were beginning to drown out the ticking of the clock, which was the only thing keeping me sane.

“What?”

“My name, say it again,” she pleaded as I stopped in front of her. “Hurry.”

Looking down at the way she was sprawled out in her seat, I saw the fingers of her left hand tapping the edge of the desk—one, two, three—and her other was underneath it, out of view.

That’s when I heard myself say, “Addison.”

“Yes,” she moaned, and I assumed her fingers were now inside her.

“Addison,” I repeated again, unable to stop my mouth as she pushed her breasts out for me like a fucking offering.

I felt drawn to her.

With morbid curiosity, I placed my hands on her desk, bringing my face in close to hers. Closer than I’d ever been before. Unable to look away.

Her attention shifted to my mouth in that moment, and the power of my own lust slammed into me, taking full control.

“Addison,” I rasped out, and as she tipped her face up, I couldn’t find the will to back away.

“Yes?” she sighed, so close to my lips I could taste her sweet, warm breath as it entered my mouth.

“It’s Grayson,” I finally gave over. Her lips curved seductively, and I knew she understood exactly what I’d just given.

Her eyes shut, and the long lashes kissed the top curve of her rosy cheeks. She sat back and started to raise her hips up under the desk. I rubbed my painfully stiff cock while Addison continued to masturbate less than an arm’s length away from me.

I couldn’t drag my attention away as her forearm flexed and pushed down every time her body bucked up, no doubt causing her fingers to slide deeper inside herself.

She was stunning.

Provocative, sensual, and so free with her own pleasure that when her eyes opened and locked with mine, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “You’re fucking gorgeous.”