I walk up to the teacher’s desk and ask for the pass. Mr. Flack nods to it as another student hands in his test. Straightening, I walk out the door.
Looking both ways, I don’t see Luke. Honestly, I don’t see anyone. This is insane. He must have given up on me, but why didn’t he come back in? The bathroom is across the hall. When I enter, the room is vacant. No one’s in the stalls.
Okay, I give up. I walk into a stall and decide to take advantage of the break and use the toilet. As soon as I sit down, the door opens.
I catch my breath. It could be Luke or it could be someone else.
A guy whistles and I hear the lock on the bathroom engage. Not a stall. The bathroom door. My heart pitches as I realize I’ve trapped myself in a bathroom with someone who might or might not be Luke. If it’s not Luke, I’m fucked.
“You know.” Luke’s voice makes me almost wilt in relief. “This seems hauntingly familiar.”
I shake my head. “I figured you’d come back to class when Mary took the bathroom pass.”
“But that wouldn’t have gotten me what I wanted, pet.”
A little shiver rolls through me. He only calls me that when he wants to hunt me.
“Are you going to pee?” His voice rumbles over me.
“Not with you standing out there.”
He walks forward and looks over the stall door. He smirks. “Seriously, this could be our thing.”
I give him a doubtful look. “Me on a toilet, while you stare at me creepily?”
He chuckles. “If you aren’t going to use the toilet, come out so I can fuck you.”
I shake my head. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
“Not today, pet.” Luke steps back. The sound of his belt releasing makes me stand.
I step out of my panties and tuck them in my skirt pocket. “That day you wanted my panties or to see my ass. What would you have done if I gave you my panties?”
Unlocking the bathroom stall, I cross to the sink and wash my hands as he pulls down his zipper. I turn to face him.
“Even that day, I knew you wouldn’t. You were wound so tight. There’s no way you would have handed me those panties.” He closes in on me and I hold my ground even as my insides tremble. “I still would have seen your ass and touched your hot skin.”
He catches my ponytail and tips my head back. “You wanted me. You just couldn’t admit it.”
He dips his mouth toward mine. My breath exhales across my lips in anticipation. He stops just above. Almost but not quite touching. My thighs clench against the aching need pressing on me.
“You wanted to see your handprint on my ass,” I whisper against his lips as I press up, closing the distance, but not kissing him.
“I wanted to drive my cock into your soaking pussy and feel you come all over me.” His words are quiet in the bathroom. “Make you kneel before me and drink my cum before I took that pretty little ass of yours. Making every inch of you mine. But I settled for seeing your ass with my handprint.”
“Is that what you wanted?” I tip my head, brushing our lips against each other, igniting the flame of desire in my blood even higher. “To make me yours.”
“Yes, princess.” His words brush against my lips. “You’re mine.”
His mouth claims me and I open for him, eager for his touch. He glides his fingers up the inside of my thigh. When he doesn’t find my panties, he growls in the back of his throat, sending sparks cascading through my system.
He presses me back against the sink as he ravishes my mouth. His fingers slide over my clit before he thrusts them into me. When I moan into his mouth, he smiles against my lips.
“Still so fucking tight, pet,” he murmurs. “Take my dick out.”
I shove his jeans down his hips so I can free his cock from his boxers. I lightly stroke over him, feeling the smooth skin over his hard cock.
“Do you like touching me?” He lifts his mouth from mine. His darkened eyes search mine as he fucks his fingers in and out of my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge. He tightens his hand in my hair, tipping my head back as he brushes kisses and little nips down my neck.
