Chapter 130: Beds Are For Lovers*

Blair didn’t need another excuse. If this was how she cleared her debts, then it was simply a transaction, and there was nothing more to it.

She sank to her knees right between his spread legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for his waistband. She unbuttoned his dark trousers and slowly pulled down the zipper. Hooking her fingers over the waistband of his boxers, she peeled the fabric back and freed his erect cock.

It sprang forward, thick, hot, and pulsing. She ran her index finger lightly down the length of his shaft. A small drop of slick pre-cum had already pooled right at the tip. She rested her small hands on his muscular thighs and leaned forward until her lips barely brushed against the wet tip.

Looking up, she saw Jack staring down at her. His lips were parted slightly, his crimson eyes focused on her face.

"Can I owe you for one more thing?" Blair asked softly.

Jack raised a brow. "What’s that?"

"I want to run for the student council human representative position next semester," Blair told him, holding his intense gaze. "Can you help me?"

Jack’s expression shifted into amusement. "You want me to help you cheat the elections?"

Blair knew she wasn’t popular among the human students. If she wanted to actually win, she would have to cheat. "Yes," she admitted.

"No," Jack refused smoothly. "I do not condone cheating."

Blair scoffed softly, dropping her gaze. "So, you only don’t care about some of the rules."

She whispered it under her breath, but he heard it. Jack’s hand tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back just enough to force her to look up at him.

"Don’t get it confused," Jack told her, his voice a low rumble. "It’s just that some of the rules are ridiculous. It is in my biology to crave the touch of a female. You just happen to be that female. Cheating is morally wrong, someone would consciously choose to cheat. But a person cannot choose who arouses them."

He let go of her hair, leaning back in his leather chair. "That’s a bonus lesson."

Blair pushed her brief disappointment aside. She would just have to figure out another plan for the elections later.

"Okay, Professor," she said quietly. "I’m going to start now."

She leaned in and took the tip into her mouth first. Her warm tongue ran over the sensitive skin, tasting the slick pre-cum. Jack immediately stiffened in the chair, a quiet, breathy groan slipping past his lips. Blair pressed forward, taking his length as deep into her mouth as she possibly could before pulling back completely.

She established a steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, sucking his cock with an eager, wet enthusiasm.

Jack’s hand shot out, grabbing a firm fistful of her hair as she quickly picked up the pace. "Fuck," he swore, his voice strained.

She swirled her tongue around the ridge, using her lips to create a tight friction. His hips began to snap upward, meeting her mouth halfway. Just as the tension peaked and he was on the edge of his orgasm, Jack forcefully yanked her off his weeping dick by her hair.

Blair gasped, her lips parting as she caught herself. Sweat beaded on Jack’s forehead despite the cool blast of the air conditioning, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath.

Jack pushed himself up from the chair. Blair looked up at him from where she knelt on the floor. Her face was flushed a brilliant pink, and her thighs were clenched tightly together, aching with her own arousal.

"You learn fast," Jack noted, adjusting his stance. "I’ll teach you something else."

Blair blinked up at him, feeling a sudden spark of daring. "Will I have to pay for it?"

Jack grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. "If you give me attitude like that again," he warned smoothly, "you just might."

"Take your top off," Jack commanded.

Blair did exactly as she was told. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Left bare, she immediately clasped her hands behind her back, fighting every natural instinct to cover her chest as his piercing red eyes stared openly at her breasts.

"Sit down," Jack told her.

Blair turned and took a step toward the edge of the bed, but Jack caught her arm. He pulled her backward, guiding her into the desk chair.

"Beds are for lovers," Jack stated flatly.

Blair settled into the seat. Right, she thought to herself. We are not lovers. We are...

Before she could finish the thought, Jack reached under the seat and brought the chair down a bit with a sudden jolt. He knelt on the floor right between her parted knees. His large hand groped her left breast. He twisted and rolled her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

Then, he leaned forward and took her right breast into his warm mouth.

"Professor," Blair moaned as his tongue circled her nipple. He sucked, licked, and nipped at her soft flesh, expertly dividing his attention and giving equal, torturous pleasure to both breasts.

The wet, pulling sensation sent a rush of heat straight to her core. She squirmed in the chair, wondering what he planned to do next.

Jack stood up. He smoothly stripped off his trousers and boxers, kicking them aside. Blair stared blatantly at his thick, pulsing cock. She wanted it back in her mouth. She wanted to taste him and hear those quiet groans of pleasure rumble in his chest all over again.

Her mind was lost to her lust.

Instead, Jack stepped right between her trembling legs, spreading them wider. Blair looked up at him, a messy mix of lust, confusion, anxiety, and curiosity swirling in her eyes.

He stepped flush against the chair, pushing his cock right between her bare breasts. "Hold them," he instructed.