A low rumble worked its way up his chest. “Let me suck on them.”

She shook her head, and wagged a finger. “No. That won’t pay the fine on your overdue books.”

“What will then?” he asked, his fingers gripping the arms of his chair.

In a blur, she dropped to her knees, and he was ready to sing halle-fucking-lujah. Michelle on her knees was his perfect Friday afternoon.

“Do you like payback, Jack?” she asked with a perfect pout on her cherry-red lips, her quick hands reaching for his fly, and mercifully unzipping it.

“If it involves your lips wrapped around my dick, then I do,” he said.

“You came into my office and had your way with me in my chair. Now it’s my turn to finish you off,” she said, and quickly tugged down his briefs.

His cock sprang free, and she wrapped her hand around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed out, that first touch some kind of temporary relief from the throbbing. She stroked him, and he watched her, savoring the way her eyes turned hazy as she stared at him, like she was mesmerized by his dick. She dropped her lips to the head, and he groaned loudly at that first dizzying feel of her soft lips wrapped around him.

A tremor rolled down his spine, and he speared his hands through her hair that was still up in some kind of twist on her head. “Fuck, Michelle. Your lips are fucking perfect on me,” he said, moving her up and down as he watched.

She glanced up at him, flashing him some kind of knowing look with those brown eyes.

“Look at you. Look at how good you look with my dick in your mouth,” he said, and relished the way her lips curved up while she sucked up and down. His fingers dug deeper into her hair. “I’m messing up your hair, but I don’t think you’ll be bothered.”

She shook her head, then his balls drew up as her lips tightened around him. More friction, more suction, and he closed his eyes briefly, relaxing into the pleasure bursting through him with every stroke of her tongue, every suck of her lips. She tugged on his balls, rolling them between her fingers as she worked him over with her lips. All his frustration from the afternoon, all the tension from his session, it all melted away with the glide of her lips and the pressure of her hands.

He groaned loudly as she dropped him from her lips, only to take his balls into her mouth and suck. He opened his eyes, not wanting to miss the sight.

“You look so hot and dirty,” he told her.

She let him fall momentarily from her lips. “Just you wait, Jack,” she said, then licked him back into her mouth, and he felt her throat relaxing as he rocked into her. He began moving his hips in synch with her, setting up a perfect rhythm.

Then he heard a faint buzzing, just enough for him to open his eyes. He drew a deep, sharp breath as he felt a hum against the base of his cock. A hum he’d recognize nearly anywhere. Then a vibration sent waves of pleasure through him.