Revenge Breakfast

Present Mic was drawing some english notes on the chalkboard when he heard the door to his class open. Since it was still far too early for it to be a student, he had a pretty good idea who might be dropping in on him. 

He turned, chalk still in hand. "Hmm? Hey, baby," he called happily as he spotted his girlfriend. "What brings you here this mornin'?"

"Breakfast," Elly answered impishly. She walked right over to him and tugged on his long leather collar so he would bend for a kiss. He hummed softly with pleasure and then gasped, fingers twitching.

"Babe, babe, what're ya do - <i>innng</i>!" He bit his lip, stumbling back against his desk as she first groped his crotch, rubbing and squeezing a little. Her fingers deftly unzipped and nudged his underwear to the side so she could get at his firming penis. "Ah, shit, you're gonna..!"

He had gotten fairly hard pretty fast. She took him in her mouth to urge him along. His lips parted and he couldn't fight the deliciously tense pressure building in his groin. She had him where she wanted him, and his body responded. 

Mic shivered all over and fought the urge to thrust into the moist heat as she did all the little things he loved with her mouth and tongue. He clenched his teeth instead and started to whine. 

"Ches... your mouth feels so good I'm not gonna last."

Elly slipped back momentarily, lips pursed at the tip of his erection. "Maybe I <i>want</i> you to come quick. I mean, we haven't got too much time." She tightened her grip and sucked harder on the area below the head, causing him to wheeze almost comically with pleasure. 

He shook his head rapidly, his giant plume of hair swinging dangerously around. "No no no no ... ahhh, yes!"

"Nmm. Ha, Mic," she whispered around his slippery flesh, "you taste so fucking good." He clapped a his gloved hand over his mouth, his spiraled eyes huge. She saw this and her tailtips twitched back and forth with glee. "And so <i>cute</i>!" 

"Hmm mmm nmm!" His legs trembled and he was forced to use one hand to stabilize himself on the desk. The other was curled loosely around the forgotten chalk.

"Uh oh. What happens if you can't cover your mouth?" She slurped noisily, thrusting her tongue around. 

Mic's knees buckled further. He ducked down into his neck speaker and bit down on the top, his eyes rolling back in his head as he heaved great, tearing breaths into his lungs. 

He managed to stay quiet when he came, but he broke the chalk he was holding. It snapped and his flexing fist ground it to powder as she slowly guided him through a massive orgasm.

He stared dumbly at the handful of dust in his hand when he came to. "Um."

"Whoops! What a grip you have, sweetie." She grinned impetuously at him as she hurriedly tucked him back in and zipped his leather pants carefully up. "There," she murmured. "All better."

"Wh - why..?"

"Pfft. To get you back for that day in my office, of course." She leaned in and he met her in a soft kiss. He licked the corners of her mouth, staring into her eyes. 

"Mmn. We even for now then, princess?"

"For now," she agreed.