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“What are youdoing?”
“Relax.”
“Stop saying that!” But I try my damnedest, emptying my mind, focusing only on the slow, syrupy speed of Danny’s fingers, the honey-like warmth of his breath fanning against my exposed nape. I concentrate on every pinprick of sensation, and wherever Danny touches me, I begin to register each different brush of his fingers as clearly as bells.
I’m too far gone to talk, and so the only sounds that fall from my parted lips are groans. Moonlight slides over my face, casting the classroom in lustrous white light, and I see the outline of Danny’s fist as it shifts methodically beneath my purple Lochkelvin skirt. How can something that feels like heaven look so obscene?
I roll my head back, tucking it against Danny’s shoulder. My hips soften, melting into the wooden desk. Gravity takes control of my body as I allow myself to become as loose and limber as the sleepiest feline. Still, Danny’s hand is a pleasing constant, powering beneath my skirt to bring me to the verge of ecstasy.
Waves of want tick slowly across my body, desire yanking at my navel as I’m propelled forward to something immense. With every twist of Danny’s tantalizing hand, my body sags deeper into the hard desk until I’m grinding and writhing against it, caught between the loving sweep of Danny’s fingers and the hardness of the desk. The contrast in sensation is enough to send my head spiraling, and I feel pinned between each delectable surface as I relax deeper between them.
And in a single, soothing touch, the easiest orgasm in the world washes over me. My stomach clenches, and I cry wearily into the midnight darkness, my breath stilted as my lungs weep for air. Pleasure judders through my body, and in the shadows it’s as though I glow brightly from the fire igniting my veins.
Danny continues to touch me, brushing the nub of my clit in small circles until his whole hand drips with my release. Finally, my body sinks loose-limbed and slack against the desk, my lips burbling happy little sounds in exchange for any recognizable form of the English language.
I watch Danny as he takes his soaked hand and raises it to his lips. I watch in awe as he tastes my juices, as he licks the flat of his tongue against his palm and draws his fingers deep into his mouth. My cunt flutters at the sight, and I wish more than anything that Danny could fill me up with the untamed monster he’s kept zipped up.
“Take off your pants,” I say, and Danny raises a brow, his lips still feasting on my shining wet release. “Trousers,” I amend blearily. “Pants, trousers — I don’t care, take them all off.”
Danny laughs softly. “Yes, ma’am,” he says in his best American accent, which makes me roll my eyes.
But then it’s not a laughing matter anymore, despite the lopsided smile on Danny’s face, because everything suddenly seems a lot more serious. Danny’s kneeling beside me on the wooden desk, fastidiously undoing his jet-black belt right before my eyes. The metal buckle jangles in the quiet air. I must have some oral fascination because my mouth parts in anticipation as Danny’s zipper hisses in the empty classroom, my mouth filling with saliva as the bulge in Danny’s blue boxers becomes apparent.
My fingertips reach out to stroke the glorious length trapped behind fabric, but Danny jerks himself away.
“You touch me, Iwillcome.” His voice is stern but he looks almost nervous about it, and yet I don’t think I’ve heard anything hotter from my best friend’s lips.
“I don’t mind,” I murmur with a coy glance between my eyelashes, as I reach out to stroke his irresistible bulge again.
This time, Danny bats my hand away. “Well, Ido, temptress. I want my time with you to last as long as possible.”
“‘Temptress’?” I can’t stop the smirk spreading across my face. “I don’t think I’ve been called that before.”
Danny doesn’t respond, stripping off the remainder of his clothing until he’s sitting beside me wearing nothing but his bright blue boxers. His bulge looks even more impressive as moonlight falls on it, the light and shadows flaunting the true length of Danny’s immense gift. Unlike at the hotel, his underwear this time is plain, featuring none of the geeky logos Rory had mocked him for. He bends down to pick up the fallen paints and paintbrushes from our time rolling around on the desk, and organizes them into a straight line beside me.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” There’s a mischievous twinkle in his deep brown eyes, and although I trust Danny with my whole being, there’s something a bit too Finlay-like in his expression for me to be entirely at ease.
He positions himself far away from my hands, sliding in between my thighs instead. “I want to be in you so badly, Jessa. It’s eating me up inside. But this… this is the next best thing.”
Danny positions himself so that the rock-hard prominence inside his boxers begins to grind against my cunt. He rocks slowly against me, and stars spark against my vision like golden spurs. I’m still so tender and raw after my orgasm that even the hint of Danny sliding against me is enough for me to shudder again on the desk. This time, Danny is above me instead of beside me, and I get to gaze into his eyes, into the tightness of his face as he tries and fails to keep his composure.
Watching my best friend resist orgasm is almost as compelling as his thick length nudging my parted legs. I want nothing more than for Danny to be naked, for him to come all over me, and so I make vague grabbing motions at the waistband of his boxers.
“Take them off,” I whisper, because my curiosity is sky-high and I want to see his beautiful cock again. I want that beast buried inside me, filling me up with its never-ending release. It’s strange, but I feel my cunt flooding again at the idea of being speared open. Excitement mingles with nerves at the thrill of all that exquisite pain and pleasure.
But Danny shakes his head. “I don’t want to mess you up.”
I want to laugh. Danny treasures me so highly, puts me on such a pedestal, and yet he doesn’t realize how badly Iwantto be messed up. I want to be smeared and sticky and slick with cum, exactly as Rory had known I’d wanted the other night. To be desecrated. To lie shattered and exposed for them all to marvel at. To be ruined. To be destroyed. To reach oblivion.
It’s what I want. It’s what I crave.
Is it fucked up? Probably, yes. But I can’t stop the hunger for it, burning hot and bright in my chest and in my cunt.
Danny rolls his hips against me, and in another world we’re on the fluffiest king-size bed, burrowing between silk sheets and soft pillows. But right now, the hard desk slams against my back with every roll of Danny’s hips as he arches into me from above, grinding his giant cock against my willing cunt.
His face is all gritted teeth and slick sheens of sweat, his light brown freckles distorted from the strain of keeping himself from going under. He gazes longingly into my eyes, slipping down to observe the tremble of my breasts and the rise of my nipples. His mouth opens with want, his face glazed over with lust, and the muscles in his arms that keep him upright strain desperately with need.
