Chapter 22 GRACEFULLY

Chapter 22 GRACEFULLY
Ruby bit her lower lip. “Then don’t. I— I just want to show you how grateful I can be.”

Her hand slid lower, her fingers trailing down the ridges of his stomach until they curled around his cock. The heat of him pulsed against her palm and she couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped her throat.

Leslie leaned down, his face so close his breath mingled with hers, his mouth hovering over her parted lips. 

“You have a class in an hour, Ms. Allaire,” he murmured, his words laced with mocking temptation. His lips nearly brushed hers. “Did you forget? Or do you want to stay home and get fucked by your favorite student?”

Ruby’s heart thudded against her ribs, her throat working as she swallowed hard. She stared at him and then her voice dropped but daring. “I have an hour to get to school.”

Leslie chuckled against her mouth, the sound low and wicked vibrating through her. His lips finally caught hers in a hungry kiss, seizing her completely.

“Do you?” he breathed into her mouth before devouring her lips again.

Leslie’s teeth caught her lower lip, tugging it until she whimpered, then releasing it with a sharp exhale. “On your knees.”

The command was rough. Ruby’s chest rose and fell fast with heat rushing to her face. She obeyed, lowering herself onto the tiles.

Leslie’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly as his gaze bored into hers. “Open your mouth.”

Ruby’s eyes widened slightly at the authority in his tone, but she didn’t hesitate. Her lips parted as anticipation coiled in her stomach. 

She knew what he was about to do and knew he was going to use her. And the thought alone made her thighs press together.

“Good girl,” he muttered, the words rough with arousal as he guided himself into her mouth.

Ruby’s lips stretched around him, the heat of his cock filling her. A muffled moan escaped her throat, vibrations running down his length.

“You wanna be a good girl?” His voice was a growl above her, one hand cradling the back of her head. He held her still, his hips pressing forward, keeping her there just long enough to make her throat flutter around him. “Then suck on that cock, nicely sweetheart.”

Ruby’s eyes fluttered shut as she hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling along the underside of him. The moment she began to move, dragging her mouth up and down his shaft, Leslie let out a low, guttural moan. His fingers tightened in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm.

Ruby’s tongue flicked over his tip before sliding him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Leslie’s head fell back, a low groan rumbling from his chest. He pulled her hair tighter, controlling the pace, but Ruby wasn’t in a rush.

She drew back slowly, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. Her breath was ragged and water dripped down her face as she pressed her cheek against his length, nuzzling him shamelessly.

Leslie hissed, watching her with his cock twitching against her skin.

Ruby let her lips graze along him, kissing down his shaft, the tip brushing her flushed cheek as if she was marking herself with him. Then, with a soft laugh that melted into a moan, she turned her face and dragged her tongue up the thick vein, teasing while savoring him.

“Sweetheart...” Leslie’s voice was hoarse, the sound barely above a growl.

Ruby looked up and the sight of his hunger made her bolder. She opened her mouth again, wrapping him back between her lips, and sucked slowly and deep enough to taste him.

Every time she pulled back, she stroked his cock with the flat of her tongue, letting the head tap against her lips, her chin, even smearing across her cheek before taking him in again.

Her moans vibrated around him along with wet and sloppy sounds echoing with the water hitting the tiles, until Leslie’s breathing turned jagged, his chest rising and falling like he was fighting for control.

Leslie’s groan vibrated deep in his chest, his grip firm in her hair. “Keep that mouth open for me. I wanna fucking use that mouth.” His voice was low as the command snapped out of him.

Ruby’s lips parted wider and before she could adjust, Leslie’s hand tightened, holding her head still. With his other hand, he reached back, twisting the knob until the water cut off, leaving only the sound of their breaths and the pounding of his heart.

“Good girl,” he hissed, and then he pushed forward, his cock sliding over her tongue as he sank into her mouth. The first thrust was slow and his hips rolling as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him filling her throat.

Ruby gagged softly, her nails digging into his thighs for balance, but she didn’t pull away. Leslie pulled back just enough to let her catch a breath, then drove into her again, a little deeper and a little harder.

Her throat tightened around him and his jaw clenched. 

His voice was ragged. His words punctuated with another measured thrust, controlling her mouth, savoring the way she yielded to him.

Slow at first, his hips worked steady, her lips stretched around him, her throat slick and tight as he slid in and out. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin, dripping onto her chest, but Leslie only groaned louder at the sight, holding her head still as he used her, his cock drooling each time he pulled back.

Ruby’s eyes watered, but her gaze never left his as if she dared him to push harder.

Leslie’s grip tightened until Ruby whimpered, her scalp burning under the pull. His chest heaved, his cock sliding wet and thick against her tongue.

“Do you like it? Which is better, my cock in your mouth or your pussy?” His voice broke into a rough growl, and before Ruby could blink, his hips snapped forward, shoving deep down her throat.

She gagged, hands flying to his thighs, nails dragging, but Leslie only groaned, holding her head right where he wanted. “Oh, sweetheart. That mouth belongs to me.”

He thrust harder with his balls slamming against her jaw, the wet and obscene sounds echoing in the shower stall. Ruby’s tears spilled freely now, her throat working around him and drool spilling down her chin, dripping between her breasts.

Her muffled whimpers only spurred him on. “Good girl. Look at you choking on my cock. My cock in your mouth looks pretty, damn pretty.” 

Leslie’s voice was ragged. He pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air and then buried himself to the hilt again, his head falling back with a guttural moan.

Ruby’s nails dug into his skin, but she stayed there, letting him use her, her wide eyes glassy and devoted as his cock fucked her throat. Each thrust was brutal. 

His abs tightened and veins bulged in his neck.

“Fuck. Mine,” he snarled, holding her still for one final, brutal push until her nose almost pressed against his skin, her throat swallowing around him as if he owned every inch of her.

Leslie’s pace turned savage, his thighs flexing with each thrust as his cock pounded into her throat. 

Ruby’s gagging melted into broken moans, her lips stretched wide, drool running thick and hot down her chin.

His grip in her hair was merciless. “Fuck— just like that,” he groaned, hips jerking faster and harder. 

His head fell back, veins straining at his neck as his breaths turned ragged.

Ruby blinked up at him through tears, her lashes wet, throat convulsing around his cock. That look, wrecked and obedient, pushed him over the edge.

“Swallow it,” he snarled, slamming one final time into her mouth, burying himself until his release tore out of him with a guttural groan, spilling deep down her throat.

Ruby choked but held him there, her hands clawing at his thighs as she swallowed again and again, every drop claimed. Leslie’s body trembled, his cock twitching between her lips, still pumping the last of his spend into her mouth.

When he finally loosened his grip, she pulled back gasping, strings of cum and saliva stretching from her lips to his cock. She swallowed one last time, her chest rising and falling, before wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

Leslie’s gaze burned into her, dark and possessive. “Good girl,” he muttered hoarsely, his thumb smearing the mess from her lips before shoving it between her teeth. “Show me again.”

Ruby closed her lips around his thumb, sucking slowly, her eyes never leaving his.

Leslie’s fingers tangled harshly in her damp hair as he yanked her up from the bathroom floor, dragging her naked body across the hall with no care for her protests. Ruby stumbled with each step, heart hammering, her breath ragged as he steered her straight into the bedroom.

He shoved her onto the mattress. Her chest rose and fell quickly and her eyes hazed as she pushed herself up on her elbows only to freeze when Leslie reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“Loy,” he said, his gaze locked on Ruby as if branding her in place, “make sure Chancellor Winslow knows Ruby won’t be making it to school today.” He ended the call without waiting for a response.

Ruby gasped, sitting up straighter, panic and heat colliding in her veins. “Leslie, what? No! Can you do th—”

He crawled onto the bed, predatory, every movement heavy with control. His body hovered over hers, dripping heat and power. His hand cupped her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“You should’ve thought about that,” he murmured darkly, his mouth brushing hers without kissing her, “when you decided to be grateful to me with your body.” His hand slid down before shoving her forward and turning her over. 

Ruby’s knees hit the mattress, and he pulled her ass higher until she was on all fours, her wet hair caught in his grip.

“Now,” he breathed, his tone laced with cruelty and hunger, “be obedient for me and stay still. Do that, and maybe... just maybe. I’ll let you come gracefully.”

Ruby shivered, her pulse erratic, torn between defiance and the burning need coiling low in her belly.