“Please,” she begged, impatient as always. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
Chuckling, I placed a soft kiss on her lips before bringing my mouth to her ear. “Are you ready for it, baby?”
My fingers continued to tease her clit, applying just enough pressure to send shivers down her spine.
“Yes.” Brooke was panting, her hips bucking against me. “Please, Reece.”
Taking a deep breath, I began to thrust into her again, picking up my pace.
My hand between her legs worked a bit faster, teasing her clit.
Her moans filled the room, getting so much louder with each thrust that I had to press my lips to hers to keep them a little more muted.
The last thing I wanted was for any Juilliard student to hear her and then see us walking out of this room. Or even worse, one of Brooke’s professors.
“Reece,” she moaned again, her hips rocking in rhythm with my thrusts. I could tell she was slowly getting closer.
“I got you,mi princesa,” I whispered, my voice barely louder than her own heavy breathing. “I’ll make sure you get what you want.”
I picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the music room, mingling with the wet, slurping noises as my fingers continued to work her clit.
It was a music room… surely they had some sort of sound absorption panels in here to keep the noises of their piano, violins, and whatever other instruments they played inside this room down.
There was a chance I would regret this later, but right now, I couldn’t have cared less if Brooke made any sounds.
I released her mouth, moving my own to her neck instead, driving into her over and over again as I sucked on her skin, making her moan and writhe.
My breaths came out ragged, matching Brooke’s rapid heartbeat.
Every day I had to share some part of her with someone else: her words when she spoke, her laughter, even the way she cared. But her rapid heartbeats, her moans, and her kisses were mine and mine alone, and I was determined to make her feel exactly who she belonged to.
I looked at Brooke, my gaze lost in the lustful depths of her eyes for just a moment before I leaned back down and began to trace the delicate curve of her collarbone, leaving soft kisses behind and then sucking on her skin. I wanted to see some marks by the time we were done here.
Brooke let out a shivering breath, her fingers pushing into my hair once more, clutching as if she were holding on for dear life.
“I… love you,” she whispered, tightening her hands in my hair when I resumed my thrusts. Each stroke elicited cries from her lips.
“I love you more.”
She tried to shake her head, I could feel it, but instead, she moaned out loud. “Harder, please,” she begged.
“We’re going to break the damn piano, baby,” I replied, yet obliged, slamming my body against hers with a primal force.
“I don’t care.”
Her body tensed, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging deep as her legs began to shake, her walls clenching around my cock in a vice-like grip.
“Oh, God, Reece!” she gasped, her voice barely audible over her moans. “I’m going to come!”
I felt her body shake with each wave of pleasure as it washed over her, her breathing erratic.
Brooke’s whimpers mixed with my own groans when my body tensed and trembled with release as well, my muscles contracting as a burst of pleasure rippled through me. As I slammed into her, every nerve ending seemed to light up in sparks, making every thrust feel ten times more intense.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I came inside her, my cock pulsing with each spurt of cum.
Brooke fell back on the piano, panting and trying to catch her breath. At the sight of her heavily rising and falling chest, I felt a surge of satisfaction, the warmth of her body still pulsating around my lingering erection.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy the moment much longer as laughter in the hallway outside of the classroom brought us back to reality.
