Chapter 20: Greg's Trick

The long walk to the library grated on Steffy's nerves.

She trudged down the cemented aisle, each step heavier than the last. School had let out fifteen minutes ago, yet clusters of students still lingered, scrambling to finish last-minute tasks before heading home.

With an exasperated sigh, she reached the library doors and pushed them open. "Mrs. Amparo?" Her voice echoed in the stillness. No answer.

Frowning, she strode toward the librarian's desk, only to find it empty—Mrs. Amparo had already left.

She muttered a curse under her breath. There was only one explanation. Teacher Greg had tricked her.

Her fingers curled into fists. "Fuck you, Sir Greg," she muttered, spinning on her heel to leave.

She barely made it to the doorway when strong hands seized her, pushing her back against the wall. Her breath hitched. A heartbeat later, familiar lips crashed against hers.

Steffy gasped into the kiss, her mind short-circuiting. The warm and unmistakable taste of him sent a bolt of heat escalating through her, but she fought it. With a sharp inhale, she shoved at his chest, bringing her knee up to strike.

Greg grunted as the blow landed, stumbling back a step. "Fuck—Steffy!"

Her pulse pounded in her ears. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she roared. "Let me go, you bastard!"

He grabbed her wrist before she could storm out, dragging her into the dimly lit storage room.

Stacks of books lined the walls, their spines gleaming in the muted glow from a single overhead bulb. And a bed—a bed—sat against the far corner. Steffy's stomach clenched. "Did you plan this?" Her voice dripped with venom. "You're disgusting." She screamed as she threw a book at him.

Greg let out a low chuckle, effortlessly dodging the book she hurled at him next.

"Steffy, sit down."

His voice had softened, but she wasn't fooled. She scoffed, gripping another book. "Fuck off."

His gaze swept over her disheveled hair and heaving bouncy chest. Steffy could feel fury burning in her own eyes.

"Damn it, Steffy," he murmured, raking a hand through his hair. "You're impossible."

She smirked. "What do you want, huh? This?"

Without warning, she undid the first button of her blouse, then the second, her fingers moving in anger. She felt his composure crack, his nostrils flaring as his eyes followed the motion.

"Stop," he said hoarsely.

She let the fabric slip off her shoulders, her skin prickling at the cool air.

"Why?" she taunted. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

His jaw clenched. "You think this is a game?"

She arched a brow. "Isn't it?"

In a blink, he was in front of her, fingers grazing her cheek, his breath warm against her lips. Steffy's pulse skittered.

"I didn't bring you here for this," he murmured.

She swallowed. "Then why?"

He hesitated, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "Because you left me."

A shiver danced down her spine.

"That night," he continued, his tone darkening. "You kissed me, then disappeared. Like it meant nothing."

Her heart thumped painfully. "It didn't mean anything."

"Liar."

His lips were on hers before she could respond, the kiss felt slower this time—as if it was meant to savor every taste rather than take her breath away.

And damn it, she melted into him.

His tongue swept against hers, coaxing, teasing, igniting something deep and undeniable. She whimpered as he trailed kisses down her jawline, his hands mapping her body, setting every nerve on fire. When his fingers brushed the hem of her skirt, she shuddered.

"Steffy," he rasped, pulling back to meet her gaze. "Tell me to stop."

She could.

She should.

Instead, she parted her lips, breathlessly. "Don't stop."

His restraint shattered. Greg's hands slid up her thighs, his mouth claiming every inch of exposed skin. Steffy arched beneath him, her senses drowning in him—in his heat, his scent, the way he worshipped her with every touch. Her head fell back as his lips traveled lower, lower…

She felt him sucking the bare skin of her stomach as Teacher Greg laid her down on the bed. His wet kisses went back to her earlobe and she could not stop herself from letting out a small whimper. Various sensations were now consuming her whole being. She felt his hands lightly brush her thigh.

She quivered when she felt his fingers run through the hem of her underwear.

Caressing his soft hair, she guided his lips down to her bosom. Greg expertly peeled her clothes, making Steffy lay on the bed in full nakedness. His eyes widened as he stared at her.

"Do you want me to go down on you, Miss Rivera?" he said in a hoarse voice.

Steffy could only reply in the form of a moan. She could not state her thoughts in words anymore.

"Tell me, Steffy," he whispered. "Tell me what you want me to do and I will give it to you. Do you trust me?" he murmured against her skin.

Steffy's breath hitched. 'Could she trust him?' She looked into his dark and hungry eyes. They were always waiting for her as if she was some food that he wanted so badly.

Slowly, she nodded.

Another wave of sensation drowned her as Teacher Greg's tongue expertly left traces all over her precious pearl, making a wave of orgasm immediately gush out of her. As if on cue, she then heard him unbuckle his pants.

Nodding her head, she spread her legs open for him to enter.