"I hope you don't mind eating lunch near the students, not necessarily fond of the teacher's area," Ratan smirked, taking a seat at one of the tables by the canteen. Ronobir sat across from him, placing his food on the table.

"It's fine besides you're the principal, you can sit anywhere you want." He teased me.

He grinned. "So how's the teaching going? Are any students giving you a hard time yet?" Ratan asked his brother while opening his lunchbox. Ronobir barely heard the question for his attention was mostly stuck on Mishti sitting on the other side of the canteen. They were making intense and obvious eye contact, if anyone was paying attention they'd be caught. Her brown orbs pierced into his like daggers. She scooped up white frosting from her cupcake onto her finger, seductively licking it off. Ronobir gulped as he followed every stroke of her wet tongue exploring her index finger.

She had no shame taunting him in his classroom. Why wouldn't she do it also in the canteen while sitting at a table full of other students and him sitting with the principal? There was something erotic to him about the public taunting. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still not looking away from her, imagining the sounds of her moans. Mishti gave her finger a few more swirls and licks before popping it out her mouth, licking the leftover frosting off her lips slowly, finishing it off with a smirk.

-Yes, Ratan there is already a student giving me a hard time while also giving me a hard-on.

He thought to himself.

Ronobir lightly exhaled. She wore him out without even having to touch him.

He caught himself thinking about the seductive girl the other night, just like she said he would. He imagined her touching herself, trying not to be too vocal while breathlessly moaning his name as she got closer to reaching her high like she said he would. God, he hated how she was always right about everything even how he feels about her.

Damn feelings.

He didn't understand why he was so intrigued by her but knew he couldn't deny it to himself anymore or her especially after kissing her. Now that he's gotten a taste of what it's like to be with her, he's not sure if he can stop.

-No, no! This doesn't seem right, thinking that way about your student is wrong.

The excuses played on a loop in his head but deep down he wanted to block them out. Block out everything that wasn't her.

He dragged his eyes away from her to finally answer his waiting brother. "No problems so far, the students are fine."

"I know teaching college students wasn't what you were looking for but-"

"Work is work. I'm just glad to be employed at this point."

Ratan grinned. "Have you ever thought about going back to London? Look, I love having you here so do Charulata and the kids but I know small towns aren't your thing."

Ronobir pondered his question. He misses London and the busy lifestyle that came with it but he's also not stupid enough to not follow where the money is, and for now, that path is here in Kolkatta.

"I have thought about it, a lot. Maybe one day I'll go back but this is home for the time being." He claimed to take his food out of the bag. Ratan stared at him curiously but decided not to say anything further on the subject.

"Eating with the students? That's one way of bonding." Ms Singhaniya joked walking towards their table with a year's worth of paperwork in her hands.

Ratan chuckled. "We're not particularly fans of the teacher's area."

"A room full of teachers unnecessarily bad-mouthing their students and whining about when the last day of the year is, is anyone a fan?"

Ronobir lightly laughed.

"You're more than welcome to join us, Kusum." Ratan offered.

"Wish I could but I need to at least attempt to finish grading the last of these papers but rain check?"

"Of course, understandable. Oh, how rude of me to not introduce you two."

"We've met." Ronobir quickly intruded.

"You did?"

The pretty teacher nervously pressed her lips together. "Yes we did the other day, it's good to see you again Ronobir ." She smiled, waving them both off as she walked away.

Ronobir nodded to her in acknowledgment before looking back at his food.

Ratan sighed.

"Something wrong?" Ronobir asked.

"Duty calls. You know, there are ups and downs of being principal of the college, and having to suspend students for their 'daring' misbehavior is one of the downs."

Ronobir laughed. "Well, you mustn't keep them waiting."

Ratan playfully rolled his eyes rising out of his seat. "I'll see you, brother. Also, have you decided whether you're attending the sports event tonight? I know you're new to the staff but it's a great way to introduce you to the parent board and the other faculty members."

Ronobir shifted his eyes back towards Mishti. She was staring back at him with suggestive eyes biting her bottom lip. He cleared his throat, gathered his things, and got up from his seat.

"Yeah sure, I'll be there. Umm...I'm going to use my free period to prepare some notes. I'll see you tonight." He confirmed quickly walking away towards his classroom.

Ronobir stopped his writing at the sound of someone knocking on the door. He sighed walking to the door, his eyes widened at the appearance of Mishti.

"Hi." She said with a smile. He stared at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Are you going to let me in or wait for someone to see me standing out here...wet and waiting?"

Ronobir quickly pulled her into the room abruptly, the door behind her.

"Whoa, someone seems on edge. Don't worry, you can be the cupcake next time if you want."

He closed his eyes, sighing. "Mishti, why aren't you in class?"

"Correction: I don't have class, I volunteer for the principal's office during this period and I knew this was your free class."

"You should go back."

She rolled her eyes backing away from him. "Are we back to that?"

"Back to what, exactly?"

"The denial."

"Mish-"

"We kissed...made out to be more exact and I didn't exactly see you pushing me away." She pointed out. "It's been two days, haven't you accepted it by now?"

He pressed his lips together. "Okay, okay you're right. And I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I took advantage of you, Mishti." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair and making his way back to his desk.

"But you didn't."

"I'm the adult in this situation, I should've stopped whatever this is before it even began. I shouldn't have kissed you and for that I am sorry."

He concluded by taking a seat in his chair, frustratingly rubbing his hands over his face. Mishti eyed him curiously, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Are you apologizing to make yourself feel better because it's honestly doing nothing for me? You didn't take advantage of me, okay? I can make my own decisions and do what I want and I want you, just like you want me. It's not that deep, as if we're in a relationship or anything."

He felt a small sting by her tone and words.

She began walking over to him, smirking at the way Ronobir was watching her. He nervously licked his lips trying not to pay attention to the beautiful girl now standing in front of him. His breath hitched when she lightly pressed her hands against his chest looking, wandering lower looking at him with hooded lustful eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" She softly asked.

He shook his head.

Ronobir was having a battle within himself. He wanted her, he couldn't and didn't want to deny it any longer. But he also knew they shouldn't, he shouldn't. His thoughts were a mess for he could barely concentrate with the way her hands ventured more, eventually settling on his thighs.

"Do you want me, Ronobir ?"

He stared up at her and soon enough grabbed her arm pulling her to him, colliding their lips together, both of them already a moaning mess. She swung her leg over his lap now straddling him as her greedy fingers got lost in his curls. Her tongue teased his upper lip begging for entrance which he thankfully allowed. Mishti explored the hot cave of his mouth thoroughly as the kiss deepened. She began rocking her hips into his. Ronobir groaned, gripping her hips to guide her movements, chasing the delicious friction overwhelming them both.

She pushed herself off of him leaving Ronobir hard and confused until his mouth fell at the sight of her dropping to her knees in front of him. Watching her pull at his belt and undo the bottom of his pants was almost enough for Ronobir to lose it. He gulped nervously when she pulled down his pants along with his boxers, licking her lips at his size.

"Mish-" She cut him off with an intoxicating kiss before lowering herself again.

Ronobir hissed as her small hand stroked up and down his hard length. His nails dig into the arms of the chair.

She smirked, leaving a light kiss on the head of his cock then curling her lips around the tip. Mishti licked up his length, collecting a few drops of precum. She then trailed her tongue and lips up and down the rest of his cock, giving as much attention as she could with each repeated action.

He whimpered as his legs shook at the sensation of her tongue worshipping him.

"Fuck." He quietly swore when Mishti teased him by swirling her tongue around the abandoned head. She smirked, taking him in her mouth completely, her tongue not missing any opportunity to explore every inch of him while her hands took care of what her mouth couldn't reach.

Ronobir wanted to close his eyes and succumb to the pleasure but watching her on her knees sucking his cock under his desk...he's never seen anything more arousing.

Her head bobbed up and down taking more of him in. One of his hands got lost in her black tresses, gripping on it tighter as she began sucking harder.

"Do that again." He practically begged. She moaned around him, sending vibrations throughout his body.

Mishti looked up at him with innocence and wanted to live in her eyes. She was effortlessly breathtaking, removing him from her mouth with a pop.

"Mmm, you taste so good, Prof. Chatterjee." She devilishly grinned engulfing his cock again with her mouth. Ronobir nearly came on the spot from just her words.

They both froze when they heard someone at the door.

Ronobir slowly growled, wanting to kill whoever was interrupting them.

"Sorry, uhh the door was unlocked." Kusum nervously peeked her head in.

Ronobir 's heart rate sped up at her appearance and he started to sweat. She walked into the room and he mentally prayed she wouldn't get too close due to the underage student under his desk with a mouth full of him.

"Umm...Kusum..."

"I don't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to know if you were going to the sports event tonight. It's mostly just athletes and their parents throwing money." She asked, stopping in front of his desk.

He sighed in relief.

"Um, yes I'm planning on attending."

She beamed. "That's great, really great for more than one reason. I hope you don't take this the wrong way but do you think you could give me a ride?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why would I take that the wrong way?"

"I don't know, it might seem like I just want you to go so I have a ride there. Which is not true. I genuinely want you to be there, not just for me or for me at all I mean..." She nervously laughed as she stopped her rambling.

"My car is in the shop and won't be out till Saturday." She admitted.

"It's fine, of course, I can give you a r-ride." Ronobir choked out the last word in surprise and pleasure at the feel of Mishti licking and sucking his cock under the desk.

Shit.

He tried keeping his eyes open and attention on the other teacher but- fuck Mishti was putting in a lot of work.

"Thank you! I have this meeting off campus but I can give you the address of the building." She offered, writing down the address on a small piece of paper.

Ronobir frantically nodded, pressing his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress a moan that desperately wanted to escape.

-What the hell was Mishti doing?

He softly whimpered when her hand and mouth worked together intensely bringing him close to the edge.

Kusum looked up at him in confusion. "Are you okay?"

He coughed nervously. "Of course. Is this the address?" He asked taking the paper from her hand.

"Yup. Thanks for this, I know we just met but you seem like a cool guy and we're coworkers now..."

"It's-it's umm...no problem, sweety." He said breathlessly. He hissed at Mishti slightly dragging her teeth along his member.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, uhh I'll see yo-you this evening?"

She smiled. "Definitely." She began walking away then stopped to turn towards him again. "Oh my number is on the back of the paper, so you can let me know when you're there."

He nodded, pressing his lips together, taking the biggest breath of relief when she finally left. Pushing away from the desk revealed an annoyed but slightly aroused Mishti.

"Are you bloody mad? We could've got caught."

She shrugged, wiping her mouth. "I wouldn't have exactly minded Ms. Dry Oatmeal finding me on my knees for you."

"Ms. Singhaniya." He corrected making Mishti roll her eyes.

"You called her 'sweety'."

Ronobir chuckled. "I told you, love it's just a word of endearment. There's no double meaning. I've called hundreds of women throughout my life."

"Whatever I don't like her, I told you that already. I hope she doesn't make a habit of interrupting us and her drooling all over you isn't exactly the highlight of my day either."

Ronobir stared down at the girl still on her knees in front of him with amusement.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong but are you jealous, Mishti?"

She scoffed. "Jealous? Of chopped liver in desperate need of a stylist? Fat chance."

He pressed his lips together to suppress his laughter.

"Oh don't flatter yourself. Being annoyed with her asking for car rides she doesn't need, giving you googly eyes at lunch, and interrupting a very good blowjob does not make me jealous. There's nothing to be jealous about."

"Right, of course." He began buckling back up his pants.

She nervously bit her lip standing up to straighten out her hair with her fingers and smoothing down her dress.

"You're going to take care of yourself again?"

"I've grown quite accustomed to it, lately." He cheekily claimed making Mishti smirk.

"You can blame your date for that."

"She's not my date. But you're not jealous, right?"

Mishti wasn't jealous...she had no reason to be. Ronobir wasn't her boyfriend, she was only physically attracted to him. It's not like when she wasn't thinking about his cock buried inside of her she didn't also imagine asking him where's he from? How did he end up in Kolkata? Teaching isn't meant for him, what's his real passion?

She shrugged off the thoughts. "Exactly."

Ronobir sighed. "Will you be there tonight? I hear it's mandatory for athletes and you're on the badminton team, yes?"

Mishti grinned. "Yeah, I'll be there, just have to make sure my date-I mean guest isn't late."

The corner of his lips twitched. "You're not going with your parents?"

"My mom works too much to attend any of my events and dad...just isn't in the picture." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I see. May I at least ask who you're going with?"

"Haven't made up my mind yet," Mishti smirked, walking past leaving him breathless as usual. Once again she was toying with him and he was not opposed.

"I guess I'll see you tonight then." She whispered, sneaking out the door.

Ronobir had to admit he was curious about who she was suddenly attending this event with and if she had a date at all. This all seemed part of a game he caught himself already playing. He tried to guess who she would be there with, thinking of all the brainless wannabe brats surrounding her at lunch and parading over her in class.

Ronobir wasn't jealous...he wasn't jealous.