REVENGE UNDER THE TABLE 3

Sophie's Pov

I held my breath, my mind going crazy, knowing what I’m about to do is reckless as fuck but I don’t care anymore. My body already made the decision for me. I shoved the thought away, my only focus on Hayes and what I’m about to do to him.

As if he could feel me thinking about him, I saw his legs approach the table from under the cloth. My pulse jumped, my lips already wet just seeing those dark trousers. He adjusted his chair and sat down, leaning back like nothing was wrong, completely unaware I was crouched right beneath him, waiting for him. I shifted a little, hiding deeper so he wouldn’t see me just yet.

My eyes dropped to his bulge and holy fuck, it was right there, thick and hard even before I touched him.

That cock was straining against his trousers, begging to be freed. I wanted to tear those pants apart, suck him until he couldn’t breathe, but no, first I’m going to play with him. Teach him a lesson for saying “no penetration” last time.

Let’s see if he still has the strength to say that when my mouth is on his dick.

The speaker in the hall crackled and a voice rang out, “Professor Hayes, please come forward and give the opening speech and prayer.”

I bit back a laugh, my smirk spreading. Oh, this is perfect.

Opening prayer, huh? Good. Let’s pray together then.

He started to rise, but before he could stand, I slid my hand up and grabbed his thigh. His whole body jerked like he’d been shocked, his eyes snapping down in complete terror.

His mouth fell open when he saw me under the table. His eyes went wide as fuck, like he couldn’t believe it.

“Sophie! What the hell are you..” His voice was a harsh whisper.

I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling him to shut the fuck up. “Shhh,” I hissed, then tilted my head, my own eyes dark with hunger.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I asked back, my voice low and taunting.

I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard, panic and heat mixing in his expression.

“Sit down,” I ordered, my tone sharp, my hand now creeping higher up his thigh. “You’re going to sit there and give that speech while I give you a blowjob you’ll never forget.”

Before he could even process my words, I yanked him back down into the chair. My fingers went straight for his cock, grabbing him through his trousers. His hips bucked forward, his mouth parting like he wanted to moan but bit it back at the last second.

“Stop… Sophie,” he groaned under his breath, the sound of my name breaking apart in a way that made my clit throb.

That voice, half a moan, half a command, shit!It was everything I wanted.

“This is for denying me,” I breathed, leaning in closer, my lips brushing his thigh through the fabric. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve been craving you? How badly I wanted this cock inside me?”

The speaker blared again before he could reply.

“Professor Hayes? Are you coming to the podium to give the speech?”

Hayes’ whole body went stiff, but my hand was already rubbing roughly from his trousers thick length. My eyes locked on his face, daring him to stop me.

“Take it from here,” I whispered up at him, grinning wickedly.

His chest heaved and finally, he rasped out, “I… I’ll take it from here.”

“Okay, no problem,” the man on the speaker replied.

Hayes barely had time to breathe before I yanked down his zipper, the sound loud as fuck to my ears.

I shoved my hand inside, past the waistband of his boxers, and gripped him bare. His hips shot up like he couldn’t help it, a strangled groan slipping past his clenched teeth.

“Fuck,” I muttered, staring at his cock as I pulled his trousers and boxers down in one rough move.

His cock sprang free, thick and huge standing out. My mouth watered instantly, heat pooling between my legs so fast it almost made me dizzy.

I heard footsteps coming closer and I almost froze, someone stopped right in front of him.

“Here’s the mic, Professor,” a voice said.

Hayes reached out to take it, trying to keep his breathing steady, but the second his hand stretched out, I wrapped my fingers tighter around his cock and gave a firm pump.

His whole body jolted, and he let out a low, guttural sound he barely covered with a fake cough into the mic.

A filthy smile spread across my face. Yes. This is what I wanted.

I stroked him harder, my hand twisting, sliding from base to tip while my tongue teased the swollen head. He was trying to hold his composure, trying to act like nothing was happening, but I could feel he wanted to groan badly.

His dick was hot, throbbing, pulsing in my grip, and I hadn’t even taken him into my mouth yet.

He blew out a shaky breath into the mic, like he was about to start talking, but I wasn’t ready to let him catch his breath, not even for a second.

I shoved his hips back, dragging him further under the table where no one could see us. The second I was sure we were hidden, I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around his cock.

His whole body jerked like I’d just shocked him with a live wire. A raw, strangled sound ripped from his throat, but he swallowed it down so hard it came out as a weird cough into the mic.

His hands clamped down on the chair arms, his knuckles turning white, gripping the arms like he needed something to hold him steady or he’d lose it completely.

His precum smeared on my tongue the second I took him deep and holy fuck, that taste only made me hungrier. I hollowed my cheeks and dragged my mouth down his thick length slowly at first, pulling back so I could lick up the sides, slobber running down my chin and dripping onto his balls.

Then I went deeper and rougher, my spit making everything sloppy and wet. My tongue swirled around the swollen tip, flicking fast, teasing him until his hips tried to thrust but I pushed him flat with one hand.

“Professor Hayes, are you alright?” another voice called out, closer this time.

Hayes’ chest heaved like he couldn’t breathe. He opened his mouth to answer but what came out wasn’t even words, just a broken mess of sound.

“Y-yeah… I… uh—God—yes… I’m—f-fine…”

I smirked around his cock, sucking harder. Fine, yeah? Okay let's see.

His thighs trembled under my hands, his whole body fighting to stay still. He bit his lip so hard it bled just to keep from groaning.

I shoved my head all the way down, taking him to the back of my throat. My nose pressed against his lower stomach as I swallowed around him, choking slightly, but I didn’t stop.

I pulled back with a loud wet pop, spit stringing between my lips and his cock, then slammed my mouth down again, faster, sloppier and messier.

The mic picked up every shaky breath he took. His words came out broken and staggered, nothing but random pauses between gasps, like a man trying to give a speech while being destroyed under the table.

“W-we… ahh… w-we g-gathe, uh—t-today… for… oh, fuck for the blessing! ”

I giggled around him, the sound vibrating against his cock and making his hips jerk. His free hand slammed against the table, almost knocking over the mic stand.

His leg kicked wildly under the table. He was falling apart, barely holding himself together while my mouth worked him like a toy.

I twisted my wrist around the base while my mouth pumped him fast, my tongue sliding over every vein, sucking so deep it made my throat ache. Slobber poured down my chin, soaking his balls as I cupped and squeezed them, my fingers digging into the soft skin.

Hayes’ head tilted back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to breathe, tried to talk, but his voice cracked apart completely.

“Th…ank you lord..”

His breath came out in a ragged moan he couldn’t stop.

The teachers up front probably thought he was sick or nervous, but not knowing I have him throbbing in my mouth and he is so close, so fucking close.

I didn’t slow down. I went wilder, bobbing my head so fast my throat burned, my hand stroking in time with my mouth, twisting, squeezing, my tongue flicking at the tip every time I pulled back, and my clit hissing loudly, begging for something to touch it.

His chair creaked violently under him as his body shook, his hand slamming down on the table again, his other hand gripping my hair so tight it hurt, but I didn't care, how would I even care?

How fucking will I!?

“P-praise–ahhh….praise the… the l-lord…fuck, Sophie–”

That last word was half a moan, half a whimper, his control breaking completely.

I sucked harder, determined to swallow every drop when he finally lost it, no penetration? Fuck damnit!

“I will go first, sorry” his voice boomed out from the speaker.

He removed my head slightly, “Follow me, find a way to get yourself out there, without getting caught” he said sharply, as he pulled me away slightly and he pulled up his trousers, then picked his bag to cover up his bugle as he walked away from the hall.

A smile crept on my lips.