The Professor's Secret Seduction

Chapter Six- I am regretting my choice.

Carlos

I regret agreeing to go clubbing because Kyla is driving me crazy and purposely making me jealous. She is currently on the dancefloor with some random guy. Whatever her plan is, it is working because I am so pissed off and frustrated watching her. I shouldn’t be this damn jealous over her. It isn’t like she is mine. If Daniel weren’t here, I would storm down to the dancefloor and pull her away from whoever the asshole is, but I can’t. Instead, I am sitting here, drinking more than planned with one hand and gripping the table with the other.

Her eyes meet mine, and she smirks. Yeah, I am done with this bullshit. I turn to Melody.

“Can you do me a favour, please?” I whisper.

She nods, “Yeah.”

“Thank you. I need you to keep Daniel occupied, please. He can’t see where I am going.”

Melody smirks, “Kyla getting to you, uh?”

“So badly, and if I need to watch for another second longer her dancing with some random guy, I am going to lose my s**t,” I say honestly.

“Oh, Carlos, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself in for you.” She laughs.

“No, I don’t. I don’t understand why she is getting to me as much.” I groan.

“Kyla is something special. You won’t meet anyone like her again. She knows what she wants and what she is doing. You were in trouble from the second she decided she wanted you.” She says.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, “Yes, I am working that out.”

“I will distract Daniel, but you still need to be careful. If he sees you anywhere near her, you are a dead man.” She reminds.

“I know. Thank you.”

I down the last of my drink, telling Daniel I am going to get some air. I don’t head on a straight path to the dancefloor. I find another way to get onto it without Daniel seeing me. I make my way through the crowd until I find her. I glance up at our table and notice Melody is distracting Daniel. When I knew I was safe, I tapped the shoulder of the guy with whom Kyla was dancing. He turns to face me.

“It is time for you to leave now,” I state firmly.

He looks at me, confused and Kyla smirks. She knows why I am here.

“Go. Now.” I repeat, standing my ground.

He glances at Kyla, but she doesn’t say anything. The guy walks away. Kyla steps in closer to me.

“And the reason for that was what?” she asks, resting her hand on her hip.

I don’t answer her. I grab her hand and drag her away from the dance floor and out of Daniel’s view. When I know we are safe, I push her against the wall and press myself against her.

“What the f**k is your game?” I groan, trying to ignore my throbbing c**k because I am close to her again.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She says sweetly.

I place one hand on the wall next to her head, and the other I use to grab her face.

“Yes, you do. Don’t play sweet with me. I know you were dancing with him to make me jealous.”

“What if I was? You haven’t paid much attention to me since we left the bar. I was bored.” She shrugs.

“What did you expect me to do with your brother sitting right there?”

“I am sure you could have come up with something. Now, if you don’t mind, I was happily dancing until you disturbed me.”

Kyla pats my chest and dips under my arm to walk away, but I don’t give her the chance. I grab her and pull her hard against my chest.

“Where the f**k do you think you are going?” I growl.

She rolls her eyes at me, “Too dance like I said unless you have a better offer for me?”

God, this woman is frustrating the hell out of me.

“What are you going back to dance with that i***t again?”

“Maybe, or I may find someone else; not like it is any of your business.”

I clench my fists at my sides, irritated. Is she trying to piss me off on purpose? If so, it is working.

“Don’t push me, Kyla.” I hiss.

Kyla laughs loudly, “Or what? What are you going to do, Carlos? Because the last I heard, you were too scared because my brother is here.”

I am so turned on with her attitude right now. What is wrong with me? I am usually the confident one, taking charge, but with her, she makes me feel like I have no clue when it comes to women. I don’t know how any men from her past have survived here. I bet she has broken a few hearts in her life.

“Why are you so eager to get under my skin?” I groan and hold her tighter to my body.

A sly look takes over her face, “Because I can, and you make it so easy.”

“Tell me, what is it you want from me? Are you even interested, or am I just someone for you to play with for the night? Because I don’t f*****g know any more.” I breathe out.

Kyla reaches up, her lips at my ear, “I want you to man the f**k up and take what you want.” She purrs, brushing her hand over my already semi-hard c**k.

I place my hand on the back of her head and tug her hair so her head falls back, and she looks up at me. She smirks, seeming to like it.

“I am more of a man than any of those other guys you have been with, sweetness. Do you know why? Because I am a grown man compared to the little boys you are used to.” I rasp and crash my lips down on hers.

Kyla whimpers louder and kisses back straight away. I swear if we weren’t in the middle of a nightclub with hundreds of people, I would f**k her right where we stand.

I part from her lips, much to her dismay, but it won’t be for long. I take her hand in mine, leading her through the club until I find a corner of the room out of sight of most people. I push her hard against the wall and reattach my lips to hers in a heated kiss. I run my hand up between her thighs and grope her p***y through her dress, and she moans loudly against my lips.

I move my lips down to her jawline and down to her ear, “Are you still eager for me to touch you, Kyla.” I whisper lowly.

“Yes.” She pants.

I slip my hand under her dress and straight into her panties. I rub her clit, and her hips jerk, her back arching from the wall. I don’t plan on holding back this time. I dance my fingers down her folds and thrust two of my fingers inside her p***y with ease because she is wet. I work them hard and quick because it isn’t going to take long for me to bring her over the edge.

Kyla cries out, and her fingers dig into my arms.

“Don’t ever question how manly I am again, angel, because I will make you regret it,” I warn, shifting my fingers enough to find one of her sweet spots.

“f**k, okay. I am sorry.” She whimpers.

“Mmm, good girl,” I smirk and her legs nearly buckle from her under her.

Something else she seems to like praise. I can do that. I attack her neck with my lips and use my free hand to pay attention to her breasts. I stroke against her sweet spot, and she clenches around my fingers.

“I am close, Carlos.” She yelps.

“Then come for me,” I command and capture her lips in mine.

It takes a matter of seconds before her entire body shakes, and her head falls back. Her warmth soon surrounds my fingers, and I take her through the pleasure. I use my lips to keep her quiet as she comes. I remove my fingers once her body calms down.

Kyla’s eyes meet mine, and I can hear her breathing heavily.

I smirk and slip my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them, “Mmm, you taste good, gorgeous. I can’t wait to be able to bury my tongue deep in your sweet pussy.” I groan.

She stares at me, a sexy little smile on her lips, but too breathless to speak. I wink at her, turn and walk away. I head to the bathroom to readjust before returning to the table, but I won’t be here much longer because I need to get out. I need to get Kyla alone and f**k her.