“Be quiet,” I warned. “Someone might hear you.”
I returned my attention to his throbbing member and went hard, picking a pace that wasn’t too rough, but would also help Chuck cum as soon as possible. There was something about the rush, the thrill of maybe getting caught that set my whole body on fire. I’d never done anything like this before. I could definitely scratch giving a guy head in a semi-public place off my bucket list. I smirked around his cock, wondering if Hannah would be proud of me for taking such a risk and stepping out of my comfort zone. My best friend was just crazy and wild enough that she’d probably throw me a party for being so daring.
Chuck fisted his hands in my hair and growled, “Lara, slow down.”
I refused to listen. Seeing Chuck this helpless and desperate for release had ignited something within me. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste every last drop he had to offer. But I learned very quickly that Chuck had a domineering side beneath the outer layers of a gentle, creative writer. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back, panting hard. His eyes were dark with desire. Chuck helped me up and turned me around, pinning me to the nearest wall as he pulled my jeans and underwear down. My clothes bunched up around my ankles, gathering up a bit of dust on the filthy floors. I didn’t care, though, because Chuck was too busy grabbing my ass and rubbing his hot length between my cheeks.
He leaned forward and nibbled on my ear lobe, growling, “I want to fuck you.”
I backed my ass up into him, rotating my hips to grind hard. “Do it,” I told him, voice equally as low and almost unrecognizable in my own ears.
Chuck pressed into me, member hot and wonderfully thick. He filled me up to the point of breaking, hitting me again and again in just the right spot. I was so turned on by the whole situation that I could feel my clit pulsing with need, angrily swollen from lack of attention as Chuck rammed into me. He clasped a large hand over my mouth to keep me from making noises, which only turned me on even more. Never in my life had I felt this devilishly naughty. He thrust his cock into me harshly, like I was just a little plaything that he was intent on ruining. My whole body felt like it was on fire, the threat of climax gripping me tight.
“Chuck,” I moaned, panting urgently. “I’m going to cum. Chuck, please, I’m–”
In an act of defiance, Chuck stopped moving in an instant. He snaked his arms around me and pinned my hands to my chest. He licked a stripe up the length of my neck and hummed. “You’re not going to cum until I say so,” he warned.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered.
He snapped his hips into me once, damn near knocking the air right out of my lungs. “Have you been good?” he teased. “You want this cock in you that bad?”
“Oh, Chuck, yes. I’ve been so good, please.”
“Do you deserve to cum? Tell me how much you want me.”
I writhed beneath his weight, grinding against him in an attempt to get myself off. But Chuck remained sure, strong, remorseless in the way he held back. “Please, Chuck,” I whined. “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I can’t wait anymore. I just want you. I’ve been so good.”
“You have to promise me one thing.”
“What? I’ll do anything.”
“You have to stay quiet.”
I nodded slowly, unsure if my voice would betray just how ruined he made me feel.
That was when Chuck started up again, snapping his hips against me as his thick cock slid in and out of my pussy at a rapid pace. It took all of my strength not to be loud, but an occasional gasp would escape my lips as Chuck had his way with me. The electric spark deep inside my gut grew in intensity, spreading warmth throughout my stomach and chest. My heart was racing in my ear, blood rushing throughout my system in a frenzied hurry. I was dangerously close, being filled to the point of overflowing. Chuck and I came at the exact same time, shuddering against one another. He held onto me tight like I was an anchor, his thrusts suddenly becoming frantic and falling out of rhythm. He filled me full of his seed, wetness beneath my legs undeniable.
We stood there for a moment, blissed out of our minds and too busy drowning in our own euphoria to realize how much time had passed. When Chuck’s wristwatch beeped to signal it had been twenty minutes, he pulled out quickly and shoved himself unceremoniously back into his pants. “I have to check on the students,” he said gruffly.
“I’ll go to the washroom and freshen up,” I said.
He chuckled. “I guess you’re exempt from the writing warm up.”
I grinned and said, “I sincerely hope so.”
Before turning to part, Chuck brushed a few loose strands of my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. He dipped his head down and kissed me gingerly, smiling into the kiss. “Don’t take too long,” he whispered. “I don’t want anyone getting any ideas.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“No. But I don’t want anyone claiming favoritism.”
I threw him a cheeky wink. “You’d better get back, then. I’ll be there in five.”
Chuck kissed me again, slower this time. He didn’t seem concerned that time was a pressing issue. “Hurry back,” he hummed. “We’re going to be going over perspective shifts.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I giggled.
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