Academic Seduction (profxgirl)(wlw)

Chapter Thirty Four

"Are you going to order dessert?" I ventured, stealing a glance at Victoria over the menu. Her response was a gentle shake of her head, her expression one of satiated contentment. "I'm full, but feel free to order yourself something," she replied before excusing herself to the restroom.

Alone at the table, I waved over the waiter and placed an order for Crème Brûlée—a small indulgence to satisfy my lingering cravings.

When she returned, she settled herself next to me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling chaos of my thoughts. And then, in a bold move that caught me off guard, her hand dropped to my thigh—a subtle caress that set my heart pounding in my chest.

"Are you sure you don't want dessert?" I asked, turning to meet her gaze, my voice thick with uncertainty. But Victoria's response was a simple shake of her head, her touch lingering on my thigh like a promise unspoken.

As the waiter returned with my dessert, Victoria's hand remained firmly planted on my thigh, a silent testament to the simmering tension that crackled between us like an electric current. With a quick glance in her direction, a mischievous thought flickered through my mind—a daring impulse to test the boundaries of her self-control.

With a devilish grin, I spread my legs further apart, inviting her touch to venture into uncharted territory. And to my delight, she accepted the challenge with eager enthusiasm, her hand inching up my thigh with tantalizing slowness.

Offering her the first bite of dessert, I watched as her eyes fluttered closed in blissful surrender, her senses overwhelmed by the decadent flavors that danced upon her tongue. But as I took a bite of my own, a playful moan escaping my lips, I felt her fingers tighten around my thigh in response—a silent warning that spoke volumes of her simmering frustration.

Blinking innocently at her, I couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that Victoria was acutely aware of my intentions—that she understood the game we were playing, even as she struggled to maintain her composure. And as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, I couldn't help but feel a thrill.

Throughout the duration of dessert, I indulged in every morsel with exaggerated relish, savoring each bite with unnecessary fervor. Victoria's discomfort was palpable, her discomfort evident in the way she squirmed beside me, her fingers tightening around my thigh with each exaggerated moan of pleasure.

I knew she was eager for me to finish, eager to escape the confines of the restaurant and the torturous game of temptation that I had been playing. But I had other plans—I was determined to make her squirm just a little longer.

So, I decided to up the ante, flirting shamelessly with the waiter in a blatant display of defiance. And as I watched Victoria's reaction out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but revel in the way her fingers dug into my leg with renewed intensity.

But eventually, all games must come to an end, and as I took the final bite of dessert, I found myself on the receiving end of Victoria's silent wrath. She wasted no time in paying the bill and lacing her fingers with mine, dragging me out of the restaurant with a sense of urgency that belied her composed exterior.

As we walked down the street, the tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. And when Victoria pushed me up against a nearby building in the alley with a fervor that took me by surprise, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her passion.

Her lips crashed against mine with a ferocity that left me breathless, each kiss a fiery testament to the hunger that burned between us. Against the rough surface of the brick wall, my elbows protested, but I paid them no mind, lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation that enveloped me.