professor » jack gilinsky

four

"good morning, mr. gilinsky." i lean over his desk, greeting him as he finishes writing down something.

he sighs, "good morning, mercedes-"

he cuts himself off when he looks up. his eyes almost immediately glued to my chest. it worked! every guy loves perky boobs and butts.

he clears his throat, "do you, by any chance, have a sweatshirt?"

"why would i need one?" i ask him and then turn to take a seat, but i see nate walking into the classroom.

my eyebrows pull together in confusion. he's not in my class. he's holding a piece of paper and i assume that's it an assignment. he walks past me and hands it to jack before walk back to me.

"you look hot today." he comments.

"thank you, nate." i peck his cheek.

"nathan, out of my room. i'm starting class." mr. gilinsky tells him and there's a hint of anger in his voice.

time for the most boring class to begin.

*

"why don't you ever listen to me?" jack asks me as he walks closer toward me.

"because you can't control my life." i answer, shoving everything into my book bag.

i don't know why i take everything out if i don't do any work at all.

he narrows his eyes at me, "fair enough. i just think it's inappropriate for you to walk into my class with that shirt on." he emphasizes.

he's getting awfully close to me and i kind of like it.

"are you asking to get kicked out of my class?" he grins, joking.

i'm asking you to out your mouth on mine.

"and you're little flirting session with nathan maloley. that's inappropriate."

"are you just gonna list all of the inappropriate things i've done, mr. gilinsky?" i ask.

"why? are you gonna do something else inappropriate."

"depends." i reply.

"oh yeah?" his eyebrows raise as he glides his tongue across his bottom lip. "on what?"

"whether or not the so-called anonymous person is up for it-"

before i can finish my sentence, jack's hands firmly grip my waist, pulling me toward him. his lips swoop down to mine, engulfing my mouth onto his. i react quickly and kiss him back, just as hard.

"your attitude. walking into my classroom like you rule the world. it's so hot and i can't get enough of your smart mouth." he breathes in between kisses.

we kiss for a few more seconds before i pull away, feeling my lips start to plump out due to the heated make out session.

"why do you think i ask you to stay after class everyday? i want more time with you individually." he emphasizes, his voice suddenly turning raspier.

"i thought you actually hated me." i laugh, running my hand through my hair.

"what just happened only stays between us, okay? confidential. if anyone finds out, i could get fired and you could get kicked out of ucla." he tells me and i nod my head.

he doesn't realize how long i've been waiting for him to kiss me. i feel so giddy inside. i want to tell amaya all about this, but i can't because he has the biggest gossip mouth in the entire world.

"you and nate, what's that all about?" he crosses his arms, turning into my teacher once again.

"we're just... fuck buddies, i guess." i look down to the floor.

i can't believe i just told him that. he shouldn't be surprised because i'm sure he knows that. everyone on campus does. i feel jack's finger go under my chin, tilting my head upward.

"so, you like having sex?" he raises an eyebrows and i nod my head uneasily, gulping down whatever formed in my throat.

his lips turn into a smirk as he leans down to connect his lips with my neck this time.

"no hickeys because then it'll be obvious." i breathe and he doesn't listen to me.

he sucks harshly onto my sensitive skin, running his tongue over it to soothe it. the sound of his lips smacking against my neck is enough to make my knees weak and for me to reach my climax.

"who cares. it'll mark that you're mine." he grips my waist tighter.

i run my hands through his soft hair, cradling his head in the crook of my neck. my eyes roll back in pleasure as he continues to make two more hickeys. his hand slithers in between my thighs, making my breath hitch and my heart stop for a second.

"is it okay if i touch you... like this?" he asks and i respond with a hum.

there's a sudden knock on the door and i push him off of me immediately. he runs his hands through his hair and i'm red from embarrassment.

"i forgot i had to meet with a student today. i'm sorry." he apologizes. "i'll see you tomorrow. make sure you show up." he grabs my hand, kissing it and then quickly striding towards the door to open it.

the same girl from yesterday arrives and my eyebrows pull together. what if they're secretly fucking.

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