Talk To Me

Ada

Ever since last Thursday night, I've been finding ways to turn Oliver on. Both in class, and in public. I know he can't tell Noah and Junia he doesn't want to hang out with me because they'll know something happened, so he gets to suffer. I'm surprised Sam hasn't caught on since she's been hanging around too. Especially because right now, I've got a low cut tank top on that shows everything off and my skirt, and the way I'm sitting, doesn't spare much modesty. She's oblivious, and I like it that way.

Class let out and i left for a while to go get coffee but then I walked in at six and closed the door behind me. He immediately looked over it. "Oh, boy." He jokes, resting his head on my fist.

"Oliver." I start, rushing over to him. "You coming to the theater tonight?"

He shrugs. "Probably. Are you?"

Noah and Junia invited me, Oliver, Sam, and Dax to the movie theater tonight to watch whatever movie they had chosen.

"Who all is going to be there?" I drop to my knees a few feet away from him and pat my lap as I wait for an answer.

"They asked Sam and Dax to come. I know Dax will go for sure. What about Sam?" He kicks a leg out to stretch it.

"Ou, Dax." I grin, my eyes lighting up just to irritate him.

He raises his eyebrows, glaring at me. Lately, I've been dancing with Dax, grinding on him, letting him kiss my neck, feel up on me, etc. I know the kind of person he is. I know what I'm doing.

"What? You have an issue with me and him?" I instigate.

He scoffs. "What? You like getting off on his thigh in front of your teacher?"

I feel my lips twitch at the way I'm hiding my smile. "He's hot... and his touch feels so fucking good." I bite my full bottom lip and throw my head back.

He looks like he doesn't know whether to laugh or not so he settles on reaching forward, grabbing my arm and making me stand up. I oblige and laugh happily. I know how to get to him. "You didn't like that? Hmm? You don't like that I'm getting off on your friend? Would you prefer it be you or are you still just my professor?" I cock an eyebrow as I put my hands on my hips.

He stands up and places his hand on my neck, his pointer finger resting lazily upon the back of my jaw. He pulls me closer so that our lips are almost touching and I can smell the remnants of the gum he had been previously chewing. I give him a broad smile. "You're a fucking brat, do you know that?" He speaks in a lowered voice.

"You love it." I say cockily.

"Yeah, and you love it when I'm left high and dry in public because I legally can't touch you." He defends himself. "You probably go home and laugh to yourself over that." He pauses. "Or do you get off on that too?" He looks kind of angry and it's hot.

"Maybe." I shrug, my chest rising and falling with it.

He looks over my face and lands on my lips that are slightly parted. "You want me to kiss you." He chuckles. "Oh, Ada."

Fucker. You know what I want.

I hiss and push his hand away from my neck. "Why do you touch me but not give me anything else?"

"Why do you turn me on and not do anything to help me?" He shoots back, giving me a fake surprised look.

I push him back in his chair and lean over him, scanning his face. He's turned on. I can tell by the way he's needily licking his lips and staring up at me. "Because I like the thought of you going home and relieving yourself while you moan my name." I whisper.

He wraps an arm around my waist to keep me close. "What if I told you I don't?"

"You'd be lying. I know you do, just by the way my name rolls off your lips." I grin.