Love Me (WITSEC #3)(13)
In art class, the teacher was out sick, and we had a sub who put on a historical art documentary. The lights were off and the sound on the TV was louder than it needed to be. Despite the setting being perfect to watch the movie, I was having difficulty paying attention. It wasn’t because the documentary was boring. It was because of Creed.
As soon as the lights had been turned off, Creed had put his hand on my bare knee. As minutes passed, that hand slowly moved up, fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh as it did. All the blood in my body seemed to flood between my legs.
“Creed,” I whispered and glanced around the room, nervous others could see. The sides of the table Creed and I were seated at were walled, but the front of it was open. Thankfully there was another pair of students sitting at their own table directly in front of us or the substitute might have gotten a direct view up my dress. There was a table behind us, but it was empty, and behind that table was the back of the classroom.
Creed brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “No one can see, Shi.” His hand slipped up higher. “Want me to stop?”
Every inch of my body was buzzing. It wasn’t a good idea. I knew that, yet I still shook my head.
I felt his mouth stretch into a smile against my ear. With a whisper I could barely hear, he said, “Open your legs.”
The fear of getting caught mixed with the anticipation of what he was about to do was dizzying. I spread my thighs a little wider and he moved his hand the rest of the way up until his fingers slid over my underwear.
My breath hitched.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered as his fingers pushed my underwear to the side. I put one of my hands on his thigh and the moment he found my clit, my fingers fisted his pants. When he slid a finger inside of me, I gripped his forearm with my other hand. That forearm flexed each time his finger pumped in and out of me.
“I don’t think I can be quiet,” I breathed. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering.
“Yes, you can,” he whispered as he pushed a second finger inside me.
Chasing the pleasure, I rolled my pelvis slightly, meeting each plunge of his fingers. I let out a choppy exhale when he moved his thumb to my clit and each time my hips rocked, I rubbed myself against it.
I was going to come. He was getting me to the peak so fast my thighs began to shake. His nose brushed my ear. “I know you’re close, Shi. I can tell by how hard your pussy is squeezing around my fingers.”
Gah, his filthy mouth!
A good girl shouldn’t like such things, but I loved it.
I couldn’t get enough.
The moment my orgasm hit, my thighs clamped around his hand and my head lolled to the side, landing on his shoulder. Biting my lip, I didn’t move from there as I rode the waves rippling through my body.
I released a shaky breath once my body began to relax. He hadn’t removed his fingers from me. Instead, he waited patiently, watching me with a smug grin that made my hackles rise as much as it made me want to do filthy things to him. I sat up, my cheeks scorching hot. The sound of the loud TV returned to my ears, which had gone deaf temporarily, and the reality of us sitting in class made me plummet from the high of just having had an orgasm.
Creed pulled his fingers from me and his hand from between my legs. Without dropping his smug look, he relaxed back in his seat and brought wet fingers toward his mouth.
I grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could taste me, and brought his hand to my mouth instead. It was a delight watching his smugness fade into hunger as I put his fingers between my lips and sucked them clean.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and buried his face in my neck. “That was my cum to taste, Shi,” he whispered against my skin.
I smiled. “Pretty sure it was mine.”
His teeth grazed my neck. “You’re lucky we’re in class, you little tease.”
I turned my head, bringing my mouth inches from his. “My panties are soaked and now I need to go take them off,” I said, adding fuel to the fire, and pushed my chair back. He let out a groan loud enough that one of the students sitting in front of us turned. I stood, leaving Creed with that information, and left the class.
I was almost to the bathroom when my hand was grabbed and I was yanked to the left. I was being pulled into a dark, empty classroom when I realized it was Creed. He shut the door and pushed me up against a wall before slamming his lips against mine.
His hands slid down my back until they smoothed over my butt. He gave it a good squeeze as his tongue conquered my mouth. Standing on my tiptoes, I threw my arms around his neck, needing him closer.
His hands dropped to the backs of my thighs and he lifted me. I let out a tiny squeal into his mouth that he swallowed up. He carried me over to a desk and sat me on it. As he kissed down my neck, his hands went up the skirt of my dress and he grabbed the sides of my underwear. “Lift,” he ordered against my collarbone.
I gripped the edges of the desk, lifting myself just enough for him to pull off my Captain America underwear. He tucked them into his back pocket and yanked my hips toward the edge of the desk. As he retrieved a condom from his wallet, I reached for his pants, unfastening them. Ready with the condom, he watched as I took him from his pants. I stroked his hard, smooth length once, twice before he pulled himself from my hands and slid on the condom. As he aligned himself with my center, I arched back a little with a hand flat on the desk behind me and my other clutching his shoulder.