Sorry It took awhile for an update

My boyfriend and I kind of broke up, but it's whatever...

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I sit in the passenger seat of professor Dickheads car--arms crossed and pouted lip. I stare out the window next to me to admire the passing scenery.

Honestly, I was a little bit annoyed. Annoyed at him, annoyed at the situation. But most importantly, I was annoyed with myself more than anything because I was actually being hesitate about answering a question that should be so simple.

...I might also be annoyed because it smells like stupid, expensive leather in here.

"How long are you going to continue pouting?" Professor Dick asks me with one hand on the steering wheel and eyes glued forward.

I cross my arms even more and slouch. "I'm not pouting," I slightly mumble under my breath with an eye roll.

Okay...maybe I was pouting just a little bit...

You think?

"You should just be happy that I'm even bothering to get you McDonald's in the first place. I honestly don't understand how you could eat at such an unsanitary place like that."

Ok then Mr. Tightass.

"Sorry to break it to you, but not everyone has the desire nor the patience to eat at five star restaurants that serve tiny and prestigious portions of food," I'm quick to snap with an added glare in his direction. "And besides...McDonald's is faster and I'm hungry."

I go back to staring out the window once the silence corrupts the air again. I want to get out of this dress, and these shoes, and this damned makeup that feels like a million pounds on my face.

I should've just said no in the first place to coming out on this stupid date. No...I should've just avoided Mr. Chiseled Jaw all together. I know that he'd still be my teacher either way—but I can't help but feel like I'm to blame for the entirety of everything that's happened between us so far.

I look over slightly and take a quick glance at the man that I'm in the car with. His side profile is just as god like as his front. He's got a nice straight nose, structured cheekbones and a jawline that's to die for. There's no doubting that he's a very handsome man—I've thought that ever since I first stepped foot into his classroom.

"I can feel you staring, Angel," he says with a smirk without even bothering to look in my direction, and I immediately blush up and avert my gaze back out the window.

"Pfft, you wish," I say to mask my embarrassment and he just chuckles faintly.

I'm usually a very confident person—someone who really couldn't care less about what other people thought of me. But for some reason, everything seems different when it comes to him. I'm like some shy little girl who doesn't know how to think for herself or doesn't her right from wrong. I know awhile back I said that I knew that this was wrong.

But now...I'm not sure if that's such a bad thing. Sometimes, wrong can be good.

I can't stay away from you...I won't. I close my eyes as the words that he previously just said plays throughout my mind. Stay with me tonight.

I reopen my eyes and exhale. Slowly, I look over at him again out of the corner of my eye, watching as his thumb lightly taps against the steering wheel as he drives.

I can feel as my own breath gets sharper with every second that passes because I can tell what I'm about to do.

And I don't think there's any way to stop it.

"Alexander," I say so faintly that it's almost not audible.

"Mhm," he hums in the back of his throat in response.

I clench my fist as it rests by my side. "Stop the car."

That finally gets him to look over at me, and I just look over at him as well with puppy dog eyes--almost as if I was pleading to him...pleading for him.

"What?" he questions me.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and move a little closer to him from the passenger seat. "I said," I start to whisper in his ear. I move my hand to his thigh before slowly teasing it. "Stop the car." His body tenses underneath my hand and he lets out a soft growl like sound from his chest.

He grabs the wrist of my teasing hand and holds it forcefully. "Don't be stupid. I'm in the middle of the street, there's nowhere for me to stop." He pauses as he pushes my hand back down on his thigh--telling me that he wants this too and his words are just meaningless. I smirk slightly as I now curl my fingers to graze my nails against his inner thigh.

"I guess you'll just have to stay focused on the road then, Mr. Williams," I whisper in his ear once more before giving in and biting down on his earlobe. His grip loosens enough around my wrist from the sudden affection that it gives me the perfect opening to move my hand between his legs.

He inhales sharply and both of his hands move to grip onto the steering wheel tightly. "Elizabeth," he growls out and I can tell that's he's trying to keep his control. "Stop." I choose to ignore his demand and move to kiss the length of his jawline that I love to admire.

"No," I whisper against his cheek before planting a soft kiss on it. I didn't want to wait anymore. I tuck one strand of loose hair behind my ear with one hand while the other moves to unbuckle his pants. The sound of his zipper ripples throughout the car before I finally release his already hard cock. My eyes widen slightly at the size as it throbs in my hand, basically begging for my lips to be wrapped around it. I don't know how all of that supposed to fit in my mouth--let alone inside of me?

I give it one small stroke, teasing it and only making it pulsate even more. I've wanted to taste him ever since he got a taste of me at Temptations.

It's only fair.

I move my head down, ready to devour him. But Alexander stops me by grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my head forcefully back up, still managing to keep his other hand on the steering wheel.

"You think you can just get whatever you want, don't you?" he asks me as he pulls my face closer to his. "If you want my cock so bad...you have to beg me for it." I stare at his lips as he says the words before slowly dragging my eyes up to his after. I lick my bottom lip as I gaze up at him with a gleam in my eye before biting it between my teeth.

"Please, Sir," I say with an almost innocent tone. "Please may I have your cock, Sir? I want it so bad." Alexander clenches his jaw as he looks at me with a fire that burns straight through me.

"Is that what you want, Elizabeth?" he asks back and I nod my head. The corner of his mouth tugs up into a smirk "Then it's yours, princess."

That's all it takes for him to push my head back down and onto his hardened member. My mouth opens wide and my lips instantly take him in. I hear him curse from above and a tiny bang sound--guessing that he banged the fist that's not on my back onto the window. My head bobs up and down on his for a couple strokes before I finally come back up for air and replace my lips with my hand. His shaft was slick from my throat.

The pad of my thumb grazes the head of his tip, making him hiss and for his grip on me to tighten. pre cum is already leaking out and making me smirk and only bring him to my mouth once more. I swirl my tongue around the head--tasting and teasing him even more.

"Stop fucking teasing me," he growls out but it only makes me want to tear him more. I flatten out my tongue and lick the entire length of his shaft as it twitches with desire.

"You taste delicious, sir," I say after licking my lips while staring up at him with big doe eyes. His only response his a growl and another tight jaw clench. The fact that he's trying so hard to stay focused on the road makes this even better.

Knowing that I've teased him enough, I take him back into my mouth and savor every little moan that I make him produce. My lips wrap around him tight as I suck him harder and harder while working my hand up and down at the same time.

"Yes, baby...you're doing so fucking good," he breathlessly praises me as his hand find its way into my hair again, it cradling the back of my head and directing it up and down. I take my free hand and slip it under the tail of his dress shirt. His skin was warm and hard. I could tell just from feeling his abdomen that he was very well built.

He takes me by surprise by suddenly shoving my head all the way down onto his cock, making it hit the back of my throat. I fill the tears brim my eyes as I gag and choke on him--but I just sit there and take it.

"Elizabeth I'm--I'm cum--" his purred out words get cut short with a final curse as his juices shoot into my throat. He releases my head, giving me the opportunity to breathe again while my hand milks him. I lick him and my fingers clean--making sure I don't miss a single drop. I wipe off my mouth with the back of my hand, smearing the red lipstick that I honestly forgot I had on.

With a shaky sigh, I move back into my seat and slump back as I try and process what in the fuck I just did.

Did I do that?

Did I actually just fucking do that?

By the time I gain the courage to look back at him, he's already fixed himself back up and is looking as if nothing just happened.

Well shit...

I look back forward to the road with flushed cheeks as the embarrassment and realization finally start to wash over me.

"And you did that because?" he takes me by surprise by suddenly asking. Thank god he said something. The silence made me want to throw myself out the car.

"Because," I say slowly with hesitation before I look over at him. "I changed my answer."