Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“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?