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“And you?” I ask, my focus locked on Rory. I’m not averse, of course I’m not… but this is our classroom, our secret den. We haven’t done anything sexual in here, out of my vague respect-like feeling for Dr. Moncrieff. But it’s also been too long since either of us has been rewarded with orgasms, and my soul-tugging kiss earlier in Hodgson’s class plays on my mind like an overture.
“I keep all my conniptions carefully under lock and key,” Rory murmurs, and true to his words, his voice is as level as if he were discussing our latest politics assignment. But his eyes… they never lie. They’re only ever that shade of moonstone when yearningly hopeful.
Wings take flight, tickling my stomach. It’s as though I’m approaching the edge of a cliff when I say, “Okay.”
Instantly, Rory stands from his desk, a man of action. He points Danny toward the door. “Make sure it’s shut. Push a chair up there if you must. I’mnothaving the book-screamer coming in here again and ruining tonight.” He turns to me, and something about his serious, magisterial attention is penetrating enough that my stomach clenches. I’m unable to match or even meet it; it reminds me too much of Oscar Munro. With my eyes on the floor, I listen as he gently orders me, “I want you on the desk. I want your tights down, your legs spread, and I want to see all of you soaked.”
Only then do I glance up at him. His voice is a low-burning ember, liable to snap at any moment. It thrills me as much as his orders, his spoken desires.
I obey, finding my desk. I slide myself on top of it, legs swinging. I watch Danny securing a chair to the underside of the door handle, and for the first time in a while, I’m relieved with the knowledge that we won’t be interrupted. We’ve been too risky lately, kissing in class and getting off in the library. If tonight is the one night when I won’t have to worry about strangers intruding, then I’ll take it.
The toy shakes in my palm, a new rhythm to it. I glance across at Rory, raising it slightly.
“Strip,” he commands, and I swallow.
“That’s not what it says,” I counter, because something inside me protests at following orders and acting submissive.
“Then you’ll just have to imagine, won’t you?”
“Oh, come on,” I wheedle, shoes swinging at Rory’s shins. “You must be curious. We haven’t heard from them in days, weeks.”
With a roll of his eyes, Rory grabs his pen and the sheet of paper. Like before, he sketches out the dashes and dots as his initial translation, but then I watch as he slowly lowers his pen and listens intently.
“What? What is it?”
“Dream of you every day,” Rory says. “Picture us all together.”
“That’s Luke? That’s what he’s saying?”
Rory nods. “I can translate it, just about, without writing it down.” He gives me a pointed look as he approaches my swinging legs. “Raise them,” he instructs, and I do so, this time without debate. I sit on the desk with my knees angled upward, my skirt pooling across my lap. Rory presses a kiss to each knee and then languidly to my mouth.
I moan at the warmth of him, my fingers gripping Rory’s blazer lapels to keep myself steady. My thumb rubs across his gold Head Boy badge. I bring him closer to me, our mouths slanted and crushing, my world filled with Rory. When we part, I’m dizzy and breathing heavily, close enough to see the flecks of blue and gold in Rory’s eyes. The buzzing in my fist changes pattern and I glance at Rory for confirmation.
He’s silent for a long while, hands leaning on the desk beside me, bracketing me, his chest against my knees. “Something about…oh.” When it clicks, a devious smile spreads across his wettened lips. “Put me in you. I want to see your pussy.”
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All of me splits open. In the quiet classroom, my swallow sounds like the beginnings of an earthquake.
“I want to see your pussy,” Rory declares, that wicked, curled smile refusing to leave his face. He shoots a glance at Danny, who has taken a seat on the desk next to mine. “You do, too, don’t you, D-boy?” Danny, observing me, gives a polite nod as if to suggest that it’d be rude not to.
“Feels kind of disrespectful, though.” As I mumble, my mind is elsewhere — possibly a residential address in Edinburgh’s suburbia. “Listening to what Luke’s saying… I mean, these are his private thoughts.”
“Little saint,” Rory murmurs, as he leans close to my ear, “who do you think he expects to translate his thoughts?”
My breath gives a ragged little hitch like the fraying of a knot. “Oh,” I say, feeling quite silly, as I realize the full, shimmering extent of Rory’s implication. Lukewantsme to be with Rory when I slide the toy inside me. When he imagines this scene from across the country, he’s picturing us together.
“Don’t worry,” Rory murmurs, his gray eyes never leaving mine. “I know what gets you hot.”
I quirk an eyebrow at him, curious.
“D-boy,” Rory mutters in exasperation as he notes Danny’s bright, eager eyes. “You aren’t just going to sit there and watch like a drooling addict. What do you think this is, a free show? Get up off your arse and strip her.”
His words are cold and callous, like I’m a nobody, yet for some reason my insides still burn as if he’d called me by any of his favored possessive names, likebride,fiancée, orfuture wife.
I get, instantly, what he’s playing at — and it heats me with the same intensity as a flamethrower.
Danny, to his credit, is eternally not callous. He slots himself between me and Rory, looking like this may be his preferred place in the whole world, and tenderly begins to unbutton my blazer. I help him, casting my blazer onto the desk and undoing the looped knot of my Lochkelvin tie. His warm fingertips caress the skin beyond the folds of my open white blouse, which he slides off me, running his palms up my rib cage and over my shoulder blades. It flutters down beside my blazer like a gentle ghost.
