A distraction
Blair
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I took a sip of the scalding coffee, the liquid burning the back of my throat. I loved the bitterness of an espresso, the small cup packing enough power to cure my lethargy. After a whole afternoon of painting, I really needed it.
It was Friday afternoon so the cafeteria was practically empty. I took my coffee at the bar counter, wanting to make it quick so I could go back to the canvas I was working on and finish up before going to Gary's studio at six.
As I took another sip, my hand resting on the glass counter, I felt a presence near me.
"An espresso, please."
I turned to my right, the voice instantly putting a smile on my face. Felix was standing next to me at arms length, not too close yet not too far away.
"Hello Professor Reynolds." I said, using my spoon to swirl the remains of my coffee.
He didn't look in my direction, the man behind the counter handing him his coffee. "Hello Mr. De Montmorency." He opened a packet of sugar and poured it in.
We didn't exchange another word and just stood there, drinking our coffees. I hadn't seen Felix all week, not even in the corridors. As always, my week was so packed that we only exchanged a couple of messages in the end of the day, but nothing special.
Felix put down his cup after finishing the coffee. He licked his lips, drumming his fingers on the counter.
"Follow me."
At first I didn't react as Felix walked away. When he looked back to see if I was coming, I snapped out of it and followed him out of the cafeteria, making sure to keep a considerable distance.
He lead me down the maze of corridors to the oldest part of the building. I was confused as to where he was going, the feeling intensifying when we reached the cloister garth, near the old convent's church. He walked down the stone archways surrounding the interior garden, our footsteps echoing. The setting sun cast shadows of the pillars on the ground, creating a stripy effect.
That was when he stopped in front of an inconspicuous door and opened it, walking inside. I looked around me before going in, the unfamiliar surrounding making me feel observed even though we were the only ones there.
The room was poorly lit, the only light source being a few windows close to the ceiling. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw rows and rows of chairs stacked on top of each other, a thick layer of dust covering them.
My heart quickened. Did Felix really take me to a storage room?
Before I could get a single word out of my mouth, Felix pulled me into him, grabbing my face and kissing me fervently. I was so taken aback that I didn't even close my eyes at first, my hands up in the air and panting in surprise.
When Felix's hands travelled down my body, I slowly melted into the kiss, my arms looping around his neck, reciprocating the intensity. He tried to push me against the stone wall, but I fought back. He smiled at my bratty defiance, his mouth never breaking from mine.
When he managed to get a hold of my arms, I was done for. He pressed me easily against the hard surface, his hand reaching down and groping my thigh, lifting it up to his waist and thrusting his hips against mine. I gasped as my lower back slammed against the wall.
There was an urgency in Felix I hadn't experienced before. Even that first time in his office wasn't as brutish, and that was when we completely let go of ourselves.
"Is this my reward?" I asked when he gave me the chance to breathe.
He kissed me down my neck, nibbling my skin. His hands snaked their way inside my shirt, the warmth of his hands giving me goosebumps.
"No, I just needed a little motivation to keep working." He replied, squeezing my skin. "You still have to earn it."
As he kissed my body, the wheels in my head started churning. He had been as busy as me the entire week and was probably exhausted, physically and psychologically. It made my heart flutter that he looked for me to release all that tension and stress. The least I could do was put him in a better mood. Besides, I did have to earn my reward, didn't I?
I licked my lips, my fingers digging into his hair. "Did you have a rough day, Professor? Do you need some cheering up?"
He ran his hand up and down my lifted thigh. "The roughest." He said with a smirk. "But it's alright. You just made it ten times better."
I moaned at his words, as if they gave me physical pleasure. I moved my hand to his groin, massaging him. "Is that so? Is there anything I could do to make it even better, Sir?"
It thrilled me to be in this position, both at the mercy of his touch and in control of his desire.
He panted, his breath tickling my earlobe. "I can think of a few."
I kept touching him, teasing his balls and dick. I could feel him already hardening under my touch which was exhilarating.
Without further ado, I took his hands off my body and glided down the wall, kneeling in front of him. As I undid his belt, he stretched his arms, supporting his weight on the wall. I looked up at him as I unzipped his pants, his head hanging between his arms.
"Is this what I am to you, Dr Reynolds? A distraction from work? A pretty little thing at your beck and call?" I knew my words would drive him wild.
I reached inside his boxers and pulled out his member. I spat in my hand to lubricate it and stroked him. He moaned softly, occasionally looking towards the door.