Sinful Submission

3 ~ Steaming Her World.

Nothing could be more daring than to watch your lecturer insert her pretty fingers into her soaked v****a in front of you.

RYDER

Miss Alessia's fingers circled her c**t—lazy at first, like she was toying with herself just to tease me.

“You make me so wet, Ryder,” she gasped. “You sit there looking all calm, your c**k straining, and pretending you don’t want to bend me over this desk and f**k this attitude out of me.”

My mouth went dry. My jaw clenched. I was seconds away from tearing my zipper open and matching her rhythm. But I dare not move.

I could taste her on my tongue, even from across the room.

I guess I've wasted my previous four years in this college. Even with the ones I spent in high school.

She moaned, deeper now, her hips rolling into her palm. “You wanna touch me so bad, don’t you?”

I breathed hard.

And then she locked her eyes onto mine as she thrust her index finger into her p***y. I clenched my thighs—They were useless. My p***s throbbed harder and shamelessly.

She smiled, her fingers sliding deeper. Wet, obscene, and unbothered.

“Can you see how it's done?” She asked, rolling her eyes.

Her thighs trembled and she curled up her toes. Her head dropped back. She let out a whimper—needy, feral, and soaking her own fingers with the proof of her wetness.

I couldn’t breathe. My p***s pulsed painfully. My eyes burned with restraint.

And then she looked at me—She breathed slowly, dragging her fingers down her thigh like she hadn’t just almost lost control a second ago.

She brought those same fingers to her lips and sucked them clean—her eyes still locked on mine, and her tongue teasing her lips like she was licking me off them.

My fists clenched, my nails digging into my palms, because if I let go of that last bit of restraint, I would’ve been on her in seconds. I would’ve ripped that blouse open and slammed her onto the desk, consequences be damned.

“You liked that?” She whispered, her voice still breathless. “The way I want to c*m when I know you’re watching?”

I could barely speak. My voice came out hoarse. “What the f**k…” I breathed. “You teach this in bio?”

She smiled, dark and lazy. “Insane? No. I was just being honest about what I want and what the real biology is.”

Miss Alessia stood slowly, smoothing her skirt like she hadn’t just almost fingered herself to orgasm in front of me.

She walked toward me and bent down, whispering right against my ear:

“I want your c**k. Not now. Not yet. But soon. When you can’t take it anymore.” Then she pulled back, smirking. “Now go, Ryder. You must want to jerk off before you embarrass yourself in front of a female lecturer.”

I stared at her. My jaw tight and hard as f**k. I was nearly shaking with the effort not to grab her right there but I stood and did not say a word. I left the classroom with my c**k painfully hard, my pride wrecked, and my mind spinning around one thought:

*****

“Hurry up, man. We don’t have all day,” Desmond groaned, stretching his arms with a lazy yawn.

I caught his reflection in the mirror as I adjusted my hoodie. His brown hair fell over one eye, his lips red and full. The kind women go crazy for. He was tall, maybe an inch or two more than me, and good-looking.

But not more than me.

“Chill,” I scolded, giving myself a final once-over before spraying on cologne, the scent rich and intoxicating. Nothing attracts the opposite s*x more than the right smell.

Only women can relate, right?

Desmond smirked. “Do you think you will be the only one catching those beautiful ladies’ attention tonight?”

“Obviously.” I flashed him a cocky grin, subtly eyeing his outfit—Leather jacket, dark-wash skinny jeans, and black boots. He looked good. But I looked like trouble—my hoodie low, and my jaw set, ready to ruin someone.

I grinned, snapping my fingers. “Now let’s move before Sophia murders us for being late.”

We left the dorm fast, a sharp contrast to our usual laid-back strolls to class. The night air was cool, heavy with the scent of impending rain.

Thirty minutes later, we pulled up at the Blue-Ray Club.

I stepped inside and my breath hitched.

The place was packed. The music vibrated through the floors, neon lights slicing through the haze. Familiar faces were everywhere—Juniors, seniors, and even the usual troublemakers: Amanda, Adam, and the red-haired guy, Nicolas.

Sophia spotted me and waved, her lips curling into a smirk.

A flicker of excitement passed through her dark eyes, but then my gaze shifted—To Bianca.

She was already seated at the bar, looking effortlessly attractive.

A slow, wicked grin spread across my face as I made my way to her. She was about to take a sip of wine when I snatched the bottle from her hand.

“Don’t drink too much.”

She scoffed, not even looking at me. “What is a party without…”

Then she turned and froze. Her face lit up. “Babe!”

In a flash, she jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs circling my waist. Her excitement vibrated against my skin.

“You were drinking without me?” I teased, taking a sip from her bottle.

She cupped my face. “I missed you so much. It’s been two days.”

Two days wasn’t a big deal, but Bianca and I weren’t the type to go without satisfaction for long. When we weren’t together, we found someone else.

Simple. No questions. No drama.

Why do I even keep Bianca as my girlfriend?

I smirked. “Then let us make this night memorable. What do you say?” I winked an eye.

She slid off me, chuckling darkly. “Why do you think I’m here? I’m all yours, Freaky Daddy.”

The second she whispered those words, my p***s twitched. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Holding my gaze, she took a slow step back, then another, her fingers wrapping around mine. Leading me.

I followed.

Step by step, she pulled me into a dimly lit room at the far end of the club.

Her blue eyes burned with mischief as she climbed onto the bed. In one swift motion, her tank top was gone, leaving her bare from the waist up.

With the bottle still in my grip, I stalked toward her, closing the distance in two steps. My hand wrapped around her jaw, tilting her face just the way I liked it.

“Let’s make it rough and quick, Baby.”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and before I could say another word, she darted her tongue out, taunting me.

I devoured her mouth, all heat and hunger.

Our clothes disappeared. Our fingers dug into our skins. The sound of moans and gasps filled the air.

Minutes blurred with desire, control and power.

When it was over, we were still catching our breaths and had barely finished dressing, when the door creaked open.

Sophia leaned against the doorframe, her eyes flicking over our half-dressed bodies like it was nothing but her jaw was tight.

“Ryder,” she drawled. “Come see what is happening.”

My brows furrowed. “What’s happening?”

“Miss Alessia is here.”

Oh f**k… What's she gonna do to me this time?

Sophia, Bianca and now… Her?