I nibble his palm until he releases his hold. I think I literally might die if he doesn’t start moving again. Spontaneous combustion is a real thing, right?
“Gavin,” I whisper. “Please move. I’ll be quiet; I promise. Just move!”
He stretches over me, intertwining his fingers with mine, and continues slamming into me at a furious pace. I know this is dangerous. I know that someone could walk down the hall or knock on the door at any moment. I know that I should care, but I don’t. Consequences don’t matter right now.
Being caught could ruin both of us but I simply can’t process that while he’s grinding into me, filling me in the way that only he can. Every part of my body is attuned to his. Every inch of me is consumed with how it feels to have him inside of me. He activates all my neurons; I’m buzzing from the sensation overload. I’m lost in the raw, overpowering pleasure he gives me.
“You feel that?” Gavin asks in a guttural tone.
“Could you be more specific?” I pant.
Thrust.
“How perfectly we fit together.”
Thrust.
“How much this pussy loves being filled by me.”
Thrust.
“I can feel you quivering, Kat. You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
Thrust.
I can barely think right now, let alone speak. His dirty talk has my sanity hanging on by a loose thread. Gavin’s cock is so long, so hard, so merciless. My pussy is throbbing in the most delightful way; I can feel my wetness seeping out of me.
“Admit it, Kat,” he presses. “You can’t get enough of this either. You’re so tight; so wet for me. Always so fucking wet for me. Just let it go, Kat.”
Thrust.
“Show me how much you love being bent over my desk right now.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Come all over my dick, baby.”
Oh God! His words send me flying over the edge, my climax so unexpected it takes my breath away. I start to scream but he swiftly clamps his hand over my mouth again as his pace quickens, chasing his own release. When he comes, I feel every bit of it. Every stream shooting into me. Every pulse of his cock as he rides it out. He collapses onto my back and we’re both frozen in place. The only sound in the room is our labored breathing.
“Who knew you had such a filthy mouth?” I whisper.
He chuckles and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck. “You bring it out in me, I guess.”
The bell suddenly rings, causing us both to tense. Gavin carefully pulls out of me and stands upright to tuck himself back into his pants. I straighten as well and try smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress. As hot as it was only a minute ago, the air is now pregnant with unease. We agreed that we needed to do this for closure, but that felt like anything but. Unspoken words hang in the space between us, begging to be voiced. Right when I get the nerve to speak up, Gavin beats me to it.
“So…” he says as he squeezes the back of his neck.
“So…” I repeat.
“I guess that will do the job, huh?” he says. “For closure, I mean. We’ll be nothing but professional from this point forward?”
“Professional…right.”
He looks like he wants to take it back but instead he says, “Well, I guess you should probably get out there and head to your next class.”
“Um, yeah. I probably should.”