“Oh god,” he growls, pushing his hips into the space between us. He’s hard and twitches against my stomach, and I moan loudly.
His hands move from my face down to my sides as he presses his fingers into my hips, grabbing on. I move mine from around his waist to his stomach, and up his firm, strong chest, all the way to his smooth, yet stubbly face, until they finally settle in his hair, gripping on to his messy stands. He holds on to me, bringing me closer, until I’m unsure if it’s his racing heartbeat against me or mine.
“Okay” he pants. “Luci.” He pulls back slightly, still meeting my lips between his words. He can’t stop, even if he tries.
I know the feeling.
I mumble for him to shut up, because I don't want him to think, or come to his senses; I just want to continue like this.
Forever.
He backs me against the counter, and next thing I know he’s lifting me up onto it. He grunts just as I groan, and it feels good to open my legs as I straddle his waist. His hardness suddenly hits me there, and I groan again in an almost roaring way.
He’s slamming against me, right where I need it, and he moans in my mouth, feeling it too. Despite us both having our clothes on, the sensation is fantastic. He’s solid and heavy against me, my swollen ache completely unbearable now, but this is helping. Shit, is this feeding it in such a delicious way! I start moving against him too, meeting his rocking thrusts. It’s so satisfying!
His moans get louder each time he pushes his hips forward to meet mine, back and forth, over and over again.
“God, Luci,” he cries.
Our hands are everywhere, pulling and grabbing. We can’t get any closer, but we’re desperately trying. His track pants are swishing against my thin sweats, a steady rhythmic sound in the otherwise silent room.
My breath comes faster as I spread my legs even wider, pushing, needing more. He stills and I feel his penis pulse against me. I know he wants this just as badly as I do and my heart soars.
I grab onto his hips harder, pulling and swaying, urging him to move again. He’s throbbing and incredibly thick against me, but God, just please push forward again! I have to keep moving. It makes the ache so much better! Please! I shove my hips against him once more and he finally meets my thrust, smiling against my mouth, giving me exactly what I need before kissing me again.
I’m soaked, and I know I’m getting his pants wet too, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s panting hard, his mouth against mine with dire need, like we’re glued together and can’t let go. I love how he continually pounds himself against me now, not stopping, and I moan loudly. His grunts are deep as he moves, and his hands settle on the top of my ass, aiding me, pulling me up and down against him, rocking us even faster than before. Our breaths and moans are getting heavier, but we don’t slow.
Oh that’s it! I speed up, wrapping my legs around him even tighter, feeling him grow as he rubs himself against me so damn well.
“Yes, Luci,” he pants, loving my newly quickened pace. “That’s it! Grind up against me!”
He sucks on my lower lip and I feel my orgasm about to rip through my body.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come like this,” he growls.
“Me too,” I groan in response, feeling him swell even further, rubbing me out so quickly. “You’re rubbing me just the way I like it,” I tell him.
He moans in response and I start to shake, feeling the wave approach. It’s just on the horizon now.
Fuck, this is so much better than my fingers!
He stops mid kiss as his mouth falls open, his head tilting back before his forehead lands on mine. He looks me in the eyes and smiles, still thrusting with an unrelenting force.
“Oh god, oh god, I can't stop,” he cries. I can picture his tip, swollen and red, ready to burst, and I moan loudly. “Here it comes!” He shouts through clenched teeth. His hands are holding onto my hips so tightly I wouldn't be surprised if they leave a mark.
I want them to leave a mark.
I let out an intelligible sound, trying to hold back because I don’t want this to end, but I can’t stop it.
“Uh, Luci! I’m coming!” He gives one last hard thrust before stilling. Low grunts escape his lips, and even though his hips are no longer moving, I feel the hard pulsing of his shaft against me with every burst of come, beating against my sweet spot.
One pulse and burst, two, three, and I'm there.
“Ah!” I all but scream, my shaking uncontrollable as my orgasm takes over. My legs extend, locking in place.
“Oh! It feels so good!”
He starts to rock his hips again slowly as he pants along with me.
“Oh, Luci,” he whispers as he pumps against me. I can still feel him coming; the thick bursts of wetness soaking through our clothes each time he releases, the pressure feeding my own orgasm.
He rocks us a few more times as we both ride this out to the very end, grunting, kissing, and breathing hard.
It's quiet, except for our panting. I’m waiting for him to flip out as he backs away, but instead he smiles with a dazed expression, placing his hands on my thighs as he gives me the lightest of kisses.
He touches my face, our breathing still labored.
I hear the swish of his pants and look down, noticing just how wet they are from the mixture of our juices.
“Sorry,” I motion to his crotch area.
I hate how it's the first thing I say, since I'm anything but.
“You won't be once you see yours,” he laughs, and I’m still shocked he's not freaking out. I look down and see the massive dark circle he’s talking about, but I’m far too happy to care.
“Wow,” I sigh heavily, not at the stain, but over the amazingness that just happened. I’m still anticipating his regret, bracing myself for when it comes.
“Yeah,” he exhales loudly as he helps me down from the counter before gathering his things.
I grab my bag and coat; thankful it covers me enough to hide my pants.
We’re quiet, and I’m a little ashamed after falling apart in front of him, but I don’t want this to be it for us.
“Well… I’ll see you tomorrow,” I croak as I zip up my jacket and hoist my bag over my shoulder.
“At least let me walk you outside,” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, embarrassed too. “You’re not going to be all weird around me now are you?” He exhales loudly and I open the door and wait in the doorway as he shuts the lights.
“You’re not going to let that be the only time we kiss, are you?” I jokingly counter.
“Luci,” his face falls and I know I should be happy that it happened at least once, that I finally know I’m not crazy, and that he feels it too, but call me selfish, because that kiss can’t be the last. How can it be after that?
“Was it not good?” I ask lowly, even though no one else is around. It’s so late; it has to be almost 5 by now.
“Don’t be absurd,” he laughs. “I haven’t came in my pants since I was a teenager, and even then, I don’t think I ever have.”
“Look,” I hold my hands up.
“No, Luci,” he sighs. “I already let things go too far.”
I’d take him more seriously if the burning wasn’t still there in his eyes, or if he wasn’t so focused on my lips as he talked.
“Let me finish what I was going to say,” I sigh. “I want to be clear… I don’t expect this to be more than it is. I’m not some delusion high school girl who thinks you’re going to ask me to prom. I know what you are, and I know what I am. I know it’s wrong. But I also know that I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
He moves so fast it takes me by surprise. One arm is grabbing me, pulling me back into the room while the other is slamming the door shut loudly. His mouth lands on mine with purpose, passion, and hunger.
I’m breathing hard as I pull back, my eyes begging him not to end this before it even begins.
“This is exactly why you’
re trouble,” he teases, his breathe hot against my lips. “I’m going to walk you to your car now.”
“Okay,” I whisper, feeling how hard he is again, his desire allowing me to become uncharacteristically bold. “But I know something...”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“I’ve seen you… a lot,” I feel the wicked gleam in my eyes as my leg brushes against him. “I’ve heard you… your fantasies,” I admit. “I know you love how wrong this is too.”
With that I opened the door to wait for him in the hallway.
We walk outside together, talking, laughing, normal. We pass a few teachers who clearly just got out of a meeting. A bus pulls up and students from a rival school get out, here for some sports game. Basketball, maybe?
We part ways when we reach the parking lot, but our eyes meet once more in the distance, me at my car, him at his. We both smile as our secret passes between us.
MAYBE ONE MORE
I’m too self-conscious after what happened yesterday to arrive early the next morning. Instead I head straight to math, trying to pay attention, while watching the seconds on the clock tick by at an excruciating slow pace. I wonder if he’s here today, or regrets it so much that he doesn’t bother to show.
By the end of first period, curiosity gets the best of me, and I take my typical long route to the gym. He says he doesn’t want things to be weird between us, and I don’t either, but how can he just push aside what’s going on?
I see him at his desk, looking into the hall frantically. My heart explodes with excitement, realizing he’s waiting to see if I’ll walk by, his face illuminating once I do. He stands and walks out the door.
“Good morning,” he smiles once he reaches me.
“Hey,” I blush. His eyes travel up and down my body with a desire that I recognize easily. I know he’s remembering, his gaze stopping on my lips. I hesitate, about to say something, but Madison walks out of the classroom and interrupts us. She disregards me immediately as she asks him a question, touching his elbow like she’s staking some claim.
He pulls away, letting her know he can’t stay after school today. This bums me out, as I was hoping for a repeat of yesterday, even if he did make it perfectly clear this was a one-time thing. She continues to ask him questions about yesterday’s lesson, so I excuse myself.
“Luci!” He shouts down the emptying hall as the bell rings. I turn around, eager to get another look at him in his crew neck sweater, a gray collared shit sticking out from underneath.
“Lunch?” He mouths.
“But it’s not a lab day!” I call, the hall now deserted.
He laughs and shakes his head. “Has that ever stopped you before?”
He winks before retreating to his classroom and shutting the door, leaving me breathless and optimistic.
He’s standing by the main office, talking to his sister as I head to my locker. I don’t interrupt them as I pass and we exchange a knowing look.
“Oh, Luci!” His sister stops me, but I don’t glance his way. Not with him standing so close. I can’t without remembering the feel of him against me. “I was just telling Mr. Harrington how you’re my shining student,” she laughs. Then, to my horror, she turns to him. “I swear, this girl is your real twin, not me. You have to hear her thoughts on Tolkien. You’re so alike!”
He laughs, probably because we’ve already discussed it so many times. “Okay,” he smiles before turning to me. “Should we go do that now?”
I bite my lip, trying to contain my smile. “Sounds good,” I reply. She gives us a weird look, but that doesn’t stop us from walking away together.
I take my usual seat while he pulls up a chair, my eyes glued to him, remembering, yearning.
“I brought in those movies for you to borrow,” I take the two DVDs out of my bag.
He laughs, getting up and going into his desk draw. He takes out a small stack of DVDs for me.
“I was going to give them to you this morning, but you never stopped by.”
Our hands meet as we make our exchange, the jolt a constant reminder of the one thing on my mind. My mouth goes dry and I have to keep talking.
“So what’s going on with your creation, Frankenstein?” I joke, nodding to the science trade magazine on his desk. He’s been saving for this little automatic metal rotator thing, a part for his future, to-be-built, mini robot for that science fair thing next year. He wants it to be able to pick up pencils and bring them on command, or at least that’s what he’s starting with. Don’t ask me why, but he thinks it’s going to be the coolest thing ever. I know he’s always eager to talk about it, as his face lights up whenever I ask.
He hesitates, most likely remembering our joking banter from the last time he told me about it.
“I’ll tell you, but you can’t make fun… Or I’m keeping your movies.”
“God you’re scary when you threaten me,” I pretend to shake out of fear.
He looks at me before pausing.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confesses.
“I know,” I twist my fingers together. “I honestly went home yesterday thinking it was all a dream.”
“Yeah,” he sighs in agreement.
I waver, taking a deep breath. “I think we should make sure it was real,” I offer.
He laughs and the sound ignites me.
“What?” I beam at him.
“Huh,” he shakes his head, like he’s contemplating the idea. His smile and eyes tell me it’s the best thing he’s ever heard. I’m hopeful as he gets up and walks to the door. I know he’s going to shut it and give me what I want, what we both need.
“This really has to be the last time,” he confirms, his hand already turning the metal knob.
“Okay,” I laugh at the way he says it, telling himself.
Just as he’s shutting the door, I see Madison pop her head in, her friend standing right behind her. “Oh, are you doing a tutoring session?”
Deflated.
“Um,” he clears his throat. “Yeah,” he flashes me an apologetic smile as he sticks his hand in his pockets.
“Oh, this is perfect!” She shrieks, turning to her friend. “We have study hall now. We’ll go grab our bags and be right back!”
“Okay,” he clears his throat again as she disappears.
He opens the door back up wide, but he’s not happy or relieved, he’s disappointed too.
“Well this sucks,” I groan.
“Why Ms. Cunningham, were you looking for a repeat of something?” His face transforms into an outrageous smile as he meets mine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tease.
“Well, for the record,” he lowers his voice as he approaches me. “I was.”
I blush, watching as he places two desks together before moving another two directly opposite them, forming a square. He grabs a stack of papers and sits in one of the four desks, motioning for me to sit next to him.
When the two girls return they take the seats opposite us. He starts passing out the papers and I can’t believe I actually have to do something chemistry related now. It’s silent, except for the class next door. They’re clearly watching a movie about thirty volumes too high.
After a few brief instructions, we start the worksheets, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to bore the death out of all of us.
I read the first question, twice, distracted by his leg that’s now bouncing up and down. I try to ignore it, but it’s just so annoying. Madison asks a question and I roll my eyes, staring at my moving desk. Even if I were paying attention, I probably wouldn’t have even made it past the second question yet, so I can’t imagine she could be far along to already have questions. He answers her, and this goes on - question and answer, back and forth - for about ten minutes.
His leg is still going, and I can’t seem to focus on anything else. Not to mention the heat I feel radiating off his body, he’s so close to me, yet so far away. I look up, ensuring neit
her girl is watching, before placing my hand on his knee and stilling it.
I hear the gentle intake of his breath as he freezes. I don’t move my hand away as Madison asks another question, and a shocking thought pops into my head. I redden over my idea. Can I be that daring?
I don’t think; I act purely on impulse as I slowly move my hand up his thigh, further and further, closer to my goal. I’m both shocked and elated to find him already massively aroused. I don’t look his way, for fear of drawing attention, but I leave my hand there, resting on his hardness, waiting for him to swat me away.
I can’t help my ridiculous grin when he does the exact opposite. For instead of moving me off, he gently thrusts up into my palm. I push my hand down in response, and start to rub him in a gentle, steady, circular motion. He pulses against me, swelling, clearly immensely enjoying the massage.
I begin to outline him through his jeans, feeling just how big he is, remembering how he was pressed up against me yesterday.
He thrusts up again, urging me to go back to palming him.
I can’t help my own crazy breathing, biting down on my lip, trying to control it, as my hand moves over his rough pants, kneading his penis.
I sneak a quick glance, meeting his hooded eyes. He’s loving this, relishing in it.
I pick up speed, rubbing faster, until I’m really pounding him. His head falls back slightly and his mouth drops open.
Fuck that look is hot.
“Mr. Harrington?” Madison’s voice startles me and I stop all movement, starring wide-eyed in front of me. “What’s kinetic energy again?”
I can almost hear the disappointment in his voice as my hand stills, and the delighted horror when it continues.
“It’s something you’ll learn more about in physics,” he all but grunts as I push down firmly, focusing and pounding solely on the tip. He coughs to mask his breathlessness. “But for our sake, it’s the energy,” he swallows hard, “of an object that it possesses due to its motion.”
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