Chapter 8

The weeks went by and Beau had never been happier. He was seeing Victoria regularly in class, and seeing her after class as well. He'd sit at his desk and eagerly await her knock.

"Come in," Beau readied himself for his love to enter, but dropped his smile when he instead saw Professor Walcott.

"Beau, I wanted to see if you were going to attend the theatre this weekend. We have to buy tickets in advance, and you haven't paid up yet."

"Uh, no, I'm not."

"What happened? Spend all your money on hookers? You look happier these days."

Beau couldn't believe what a rude thing had fallen out of his toxic mouth. If only he could slam the door in his face without getting up. "I have other plans, I'll have you know."

"Suit yourself. You're missing out. There will be some fine quality art pieces for auction. I'm adding to my collection that's already impressed tons of women in Vancouver."

"You mean your STDs?"

"Good one Edison," Adam rolled his eyes.

The truth was that Beau didn't want to waste a minute with that prick when he could spend all his free time with Victoria. Speaking of whom, she stepped up just as Adam was leaving.

"Good afternoon Ms. Montoya," Adam exchanged pleasantries with her before stepping away. Beau feared he would question why she was entering his room, but knew he had no proof of their seeing each other.

"Close the door behind you please, Ms. Montoya," Professor Edison spoke up.

"Ms. Montoya, you sound so formal," she repeated, laughing at his tone.

"Sorry, I just hate that guy. I don't want to give him any fuel to use against me."

"I can tell. I saw you burning a hole through his back when he came to speak to me at the gallery that one night."

"You saw me there?"

"Of course. I couldn't help but be taken at how handsome you looked," she flirted.

Beau's insides melted and reformed, a new shape that made his heart beat faster than before. Everything that came off her lips was so elegant. Not to mention her lips themselves. "Kiss me."

Victoria set her purse down and walked around to Beau's side. She knelt down as he swung his chair to face her full bodied. He decided to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her body on top of his lap, her legs folded on top of his. Now that their faces were inches apart, Beau reached for her lips and suckled them until her light moans were the only sounds in the room. Every taste of her mouth made his body cry out for more of her skin to be in sync with his own. He wanted to throw her body on his and give Victoria the ride of her life.

"I don't mean to be so crass, but can I do something?" Victoria asked.

"Of course."

Victoria presented a devilish smile and got onto her knees. Beau could only imagine what she was thinking, his idea correct when she unzipped his pants and released his belt's clutch against his groin. She reached into the slot of his boxers and pulled out his already stiff penis, looking up at him and winking.

Beau's mouth lay agape in surprise and in sheer heaven. Not only was she beautiful, educated, and sweet, she gifted him with oral sex at his mundanely miserable work space. These thoughts were cut off the second her tongue caressed his head, licking around like a melting ice cream.

Immediately Beau felt his body soaring from a fire that went surging up, spreading like a wildfire across every inch of his body. Relaxed and in heaven, his body began to rise when she lowered her mouth to suck him all up. Her tongue sliding up and down the back of his cock while she gripped with her hand with what was left, he felt himself nearly ready to release within minutes. Perhaps it was the sheer fact that something so naughty was happening at a place he never expected to smile at, let alone orgasm.

"Hey Edison," Walcott called from the outside.

Beau immediately shot up in his seat, throwing Victoria off. "Shit," he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to look at this seating chart and tell me if these tickets are any good."

"Uh, hold on a minute."

Beau looked at Victoria completely panic stricken.

"I'll get under the desk," she said as low as possible and climbed underneath his legs. He quickly zipped up his pants and hid his erection with as much paperwork in front of him as possible.

"Come in." That bastard. Of course he would ruin the greatest moment in his office.

"What was the hold up? You rubbing one out after seeing that student?" Adam snickered, handing over a brochure to Beau.

"I have better control of myself than to go lusting after my students."

"If I had a moment with her I'd jizz all over her."

"Really Walcott? Have a little more decorum, you're a professor. These students look up to us."

"Hormones are natural. So, what do you think?"

"She's beautiful."

"I meant the seating chart, Edison."

"Oh." Beau quickly swallowed back that shred of honesty and took a look at the seating chart.

"And give me a real opinion. Just because you aren't going doesn't mean the rest of us should sit somewhere below par of our class."

"I would suggest you take this middle mezzanine section. The sound is best up there, not to mention less people and more catered drinks. I'm sure Dean Chambers can arrange for that. What strings can't he pull?"

"But of course. I appreciate your input. Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You really need to get laid."

"Let's leave my sex life out of the campus, please. Enjoy the show. I have extra essays to grade tonight, not to mention some family situations."

"I see. Well, if your plans change we have a seat for you."

"Duly noted. Close the door, please."

Professor Walcott walked out, allowing Beau a huge sigh of relief. He quietly rolled his seat backward, allowing Victoria to climb out.

"What a jerk!" she quietly said. "Is that all he thinks of me? A body for him to pleasure himself on?"

"Please, don't be offended by him. That's why I hate him. He's a low life womanizer pretending to be someone educated to get with impressionable minds. He will never come near you baby."

Victoria locked the door before returning back to finish him off. "Can I finish?" she asked, retreating to her knees.

"Are you really asking me that? I'm begging you to finish. I would love to know something good happened to me here. Besides the day I got the courage to ask you out."

Victoria said nothing to his sweet remarks and instead began licking away at his still enticed penis. Knowing the door was locked, he reclined his back in his seat and relished in the rising temperatures of his body heat controlled by a goddess in her own right. He looked down and fell even more in lust to see her. To see down her blouse and her erect nipples protruding out of her C cup bra. Her eyelashes batting, her mascara making them well known. The perfection of her black eyeliner made her doe shaped eyes even more illuminating. Her rosy cheeks held high while her mouth was busy doing other things. The pale coloured lipstick now leaving remarks on his thick penis as she continued bouncing her head up and down. Looking at her was like writing a story in his mind. Not just a love story, but an entry into the most erotic, hot, captivating diary of his sexual fantasies.

Victoria looked up at him, giving him direct view of her brown eyes as she showcased this ultimate face of corruption and lust. This quick glance made his entire body begin shaking, his moans stifled only by the pursing of his lips. He couldn't let anyone hear how out of control he felt. His penis began throbbing, and slowly a release of his hot semen came sliding into her waiting mouth. He watched as she swallowed him whole, then licked around his head for the remnants of his ecstasy. Beau listened to the sounds of her lips smacking, her tongue kitten licking around his head while he laid his head back on his leather seat.

"Goddamn," Beau released, looking down to see her zipping him back up.

"How was it?"

"It was amazing. You're incredible. I love you."

"What?"

"I love you Victoria."

"You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. You're perfect. You're beautiful, intelligent, independent, daring, bold. You're everything I have ever, ever dreamed of. And you look like this. I mean, how much luckier can a man be? I'll never let you go."

His words were so amazing, but all Victoria could think about was how much he still didn't know about her. She stood up and looked at the calender hanging behind him. The dates, she thought. They were hardly adding up to be admitting such emotions.

"You don't have to say it back if you're not ready Victoria. I just thought you should know. Because holding that comment in was harder than holding out."

Victoria cracked a smile at this. She looked him back in the eyes and knew then that she loved him too. But she couldn't admit it yet.

"You just made the most amazing thing happen for me." He broke her thoughts. "I'm going to make something amazing happen for you."

Beau stood up and took the stacks of paper off his desk, clearing a large space. In one fell swoop, he lifted Victoria and sat her down, her knees hanging down in the space by his chair. "I've dreamed of this more than anything else. Well, beyond fucking you on the assembly desk."

"You're so naughty, Professor Edison."

"I know," he laughed, then lifted her skirt up to her belly. "Lay back."

Beau slid her panties down and leaned over in his seat, making a perfect match when his mouth landed directly above her already wet pussy. "Go ahead and make noise. I want to drive Walcott crazy," he smirked.