Before he could shift, she swooped in and snatched the codex clean from under his elbow.
Her eyes, hazel and intelligent, widened slightly as she recognized the forbidden book cover.
She looked up, her gaze locked on him, a speculative heat entering her expression.
"Zaeryn, why are you in possession of a forbidden text?" Her voice while stern, still carried a seductive hint in it.
"Just… expanding my horizons," he said, voice calm despite the sweat prickling his neck. He leaned on the sarcasm, hoping her usual flirty leniency would save his ass.
Tiffany wasn't like the other professors, who looked at him like he was a stray dog begging for scraps. She had a spark, a way of treating him like he was someone, even if it came with a side of teasing that left him wondering what her intentions were.
"You've always been a curious one." Her eyes constricted on him, though a glint of something unreadable passed through them.
She moved with an air of elegance, circling behind him until he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
And then she wrapped her arms around him; they coiled, pulling him back against her until the soft, full curve of her massive breasts pressed into his shoulder blades.
It wasn't a comforting embrace; it was an unapologetic claim. "But curiosity gets boys into trouble, dear," she purred, her voice sultry vibration against his ear that sent a shiver down his spine. "Especially pretty ones."
The words were a direct hit, a hot jolt that made his breath catch and a traitorous heat bloom low in his stomach.
"Well, you're right, I'm a curios one. And I have to feed my genius mind, Tiffany," he retorted, his voice laced with his usual sarcasm, trying to regain control of the exchange.
She moved away from him, and then walked to stand Infront of him, her hand, settling on his shoulder, her fingers tracing a line down to his elbow, then to his wrist. A thrill, sharp and unexpected, ran through him.
"Well, you can explain all about your 'genius mind's hunger' to the school administration. Possession of a forbidden text is a serious offense." She watched him, her smile deepening.
Ezra could see a predatory glint in her eyes. Which made him worry for himself.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Tiffany, you wouldn't report me… right?"
She leaned in, her hand tracing from his shoulder to wrist, a sharp thrill shooting through him. "I could," she whispered, her voice sensual, her eyes moving to his mouth. "But I'll keep quiet… for a favor."
She still had that predatory smile across her lips, and despite himself, Ezra was intrigued, so he asked, "Sure..... It depends.... what's the favor?"
She touched her lip and looked at him thoughtfully. "Meet me the day after tomorrow, after hours," she spoke softly her tone dripping with intent. "We'll… discuss your curiosity."
Ezra couldn't deny that offer. It sounded too good to turn down. A professor, who was clearly attracted to him, asking him, a male student to meet her after school hours? That was the kind of invitation men in his position didn't get everyday.
And even if he had wanted to refuse, it wasn't like she'd give him the choice.
"Sure, I'm looking forward to it," he said.
"Alright, now off you go, your girlfriend must be waiting for you." Tiffany said.
Ezra didn't hesitate, he stood up, and slipped past her, their shoulders brushing. He didn't even ask for the book back, feeling lucky enough that she let him off the hook.
Outside the classroom, he exhaled, relief and adrenaline slugging it out in his chest.
If anyone else had caught him, he'd be scrubbing floors in the lower spire by now. Tiffany, though? She was a wildcard.
She was always flirty with him, always dropping those subtle hints. The kind of looks and half-smiles that made him wonder if she was teasing him for fun… or daring him to bite.
Ezra slipped through the corridors of the academy, the electric sound of the walls pulsing like the city's heartbeat.
The air smelled of ionized tech, sharp and sterile. Everything around him was too clean and sanitized.
A massive poster loomed on the wall, warning students not to toss garbage improperly. The consequences listed below were delightfully vague but definitely threatening.
Beneath it, a sleek disposal unit waited in silence, its sensors twitching at anyone who got too close. Ezra strolled up, dropped in a soda can, and—
Smack.
Something wet touched his cheek, followed by a scent of lavender.
The hell? A fly? He jerked, hand halfway to his face—only to freeze as realization hit. That wasn't a bug. That was a kiss.
Sage, his girlfriend, stood before him. She was dressed in a cropped silver lab coat, more fashion than function, and high-waisted black slacks that hugged her hips like they were custom-printed.
She looked like she'd just stepped off the cover of Scientific Temptation Monthly. Her hair was silvery white, pulled into a messy bun with strands spilling out like she couldn't decide between rogue scholar, and bedroom chaos.
Her eyes were violet. Not the artificial kind—real. Soft, bright, and far too sharp, like they could peel back every layer he tried to hide.
And yeah, she was hot. Obviously.
Everyone knew that, especially Ezra. But Sage had that dangerous kind of beauty, the kind that made Ezra think she'd kiss him breathless, then lecture you about bio-ethics mid-makeout.
"Hey," Ezra said, squinting. "Weren't you messing with your lab stuff today?"
He didn't expect to see Sage this early today since she was usually at work.
Sage was a full-blown scientist. She graduated from the scientist academy when she was just 18, just the same age as Ezra now, and got her license at 20. And now at just 23 she had interns who were older than her and scared of her.
"I've been waiting for you for thirty minutes, babe," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice was sweet. Too sweet, like candy with something very sharp inside.
Ezra swallowed. He still found her stupidly beautiful, even after having her in his arms almost every night.
Honestly? He felt like he'd bagged a ten-out-of-ten bombshell.
Back in his old life, girls like her didn't exist. And the ones even slightly in her league? They sure as hell never looked at Ezra.
You either got curves and a so-so face, or a pretty face and a flat back. Never both.
Sage was both. And then some.
"I didn't realize you were picking me up," he said. Not quite apologetic.
He reached out, pulled her in by the waist, and kissed her.
Sage melted into him instantly, her arms hooking over his shoulders as her lips met his. What started soft became hungrier, her tongue teasing his until the kiss burned hot enough to make them both forget they were still standing in front of a garbage unit, under a blinking motion sensor.
Zaeryn was already hard from Tiffany's earlier teasing, but Sage pressed herself close enough that he felt himself straining even more, the bulge in his pants almost painful now.
She felt it too—her hips shifted deliberately against him before she pulled back, lips glistening, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmm… wow. That's all for me, huh? I guess I should take care of my man properly." Her gaze flicked down, unapologetically lingering on the outline of his cock. "Gods, you're huge right now."
Zaeryn sighed, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yes."
She grinned like a cat who'd just cornered her prey and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers tight. "Then don't make me wait."
Before he could answer, she dragged him down the empty corridor toward a forgotten auxiliary restroom. The door slid open with a hiss, shutting behind them to seal them into a small, sterile space of white tile and chrome fixtures.
The air was cool, quiet, but Zaeryn wasted no time. He pressed her hard against the door, kissing her again, this time with the raw urgency of a man claiming what was his.
Sage moaned against his mouth, biting his lower lip before whispering, breathless, "Tell me the truth—was this all because of me? Or did someone in class get you worked up?" Her fingers were already tugging open his belt.
Zaeryn's hands slid under her cropped lab coat, peeling it off her shoulders to reveal the smooth skin beneath. "Both, actually." He said, his fingers finding the zipper of her slacks. "We'd better hurry, though, someone might walk in."
Sage's laugh was low, sultry, as she unbuckled his belt with a flick of her wrist. "Let them," she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.
In seconds, their clothes were half-off, crumpled onto the floor. Cool tile kissed bare skin as Sage dropped to her knees, she did it slowly, deliberate, as if she were worshipping his erect dick.
His cock slapped against her face, thick and throbbing, and she pressed her cheek to it with a reverent sigh.
"Fuck…" she whispered, dragging it along her lips, her tongue teasing the underside. Her eyes flicked up, sultry and devoted all at once. "Even bigger than I remembered. You must've been aching for me."
She inhaled deeply, nuzzling and inhaling his masculine scent, her voice husky with hunger. "Mmm… I missed this cock. My favorite toy. My favorite addiction."
And then her lips parted, taking him into her mouth with a practiced ease that made his knees weak. She worshipped him with her tongue and lips, her silvery hair spilling over his thighs, her violet eyes looking up at him with pure adoration.
It was overwhelming, erasing every thought of Tiffany from his mind. Zaeryn groaned loudly, fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed eagerly, relaxing her throat to swallow him deep.
"Oh fuck, Sage...your mouth is incredible," he panted, lost to bliss. She moaned around him, vibrating his cock, one hand fondling his balls while the other stroked in time with her mouth.
Sage was in her element, hungrily pleasuring her man, wanting to taste his release. She felt him swell, tasted his precum, and knew he was close. With a pop, she pulled off, smiling up at him seductively. "My turn."
He hauled her up, spinning to pin her against the wall, his cock sliding against her dripping folds. "Sage, you're soaked for me..." He thrust deep in one go, plunging his throbbing cock in her tight pussy. They moaned in unison, fitting together perfectly.
Zaeryn snapped his hips, pummeling her willing body against the tiles. The room filled with the erotic symphony of their coupling - the wet slap of flesh, gasps and moans.
"Unhh...Zaeryn...I'm gonna...come," Sage cried, nails digging into his back as her pussy clamped down on him.
Zaeryn eased his pace, forcing her to breathe, denying her the finish she was begging for.
And then he backed onto the edge of the sink counter and sat down.
She straddled his lap, her wet heat brushing against the head of his cock, drawing a groan from both of them. With a wicked grin, she slowly sank down, taking every thick inch of him inside her.
Sage cried out her back arching as he filled her completely.
She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that was pure, delicious torture. The enclosed room filled with the slick sound of their bodies moving together, her soft moans echoing off the tiles as she rode him with an uninhibited, joyful abandon that was intoxicating. He felt the tension coiling in his gut, tighter and tighter, until he couldn't hold back any longer
With a final, deep thrust, he came with a guttural roar. The tight pulsing sent him over the edge with a roar, pouring his seed deep inside her as he came hard, wave after wave of ecstasy.
Her own climax followed a second later, a sharp, keening cry as her inner walls clenched around him, milking the last of his pleasure.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathless and trembling in the sterile silence of the restroom. Sage rested her forehead against his, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
She pulled back, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. "Now," she purred, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "That's what real relief feels like." She slid off his lap, already gathering her clothes. "Come on, genius. You're still going to be late for your tutor."
Not long after, Sage put on her slacks, and she was about to put on her top and coat when—
Hiss.
The sound was soft, but in the quiet room, it was as loud as a gunshot. The restroom door slid open.
All three of them froze.
Standing in the doorway was a girl with chrome braids. Her mouth fell open, her eyes widening in pure shock as she took in the scene: Sage, naked from the waist up and she was halfway into pulling on her top and top; Zaeryn, shirtless on the counter.
The girl's shock lasted only a heartbeat before revulsion twisted her features. Her gaze raked over Zaeryn with open contempt, dismissing him like something unclean.
"Euw." Her lip curled. Then her glare snapped to Sage, sharp as glass. "Seriously? Sex in the bathroom with a lowly male? Is your pride that low? Do you have no shame?"