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Allie
If I knew he wanted to come to a classroom to do this, I probably would have stressed out more. I thought he just wanted to see the school. Clearly, I am not a genius at this stuff.
Lucas is devious, and I always knew that. Maybe some part of me likes the idea of almost getting caught.
He has me pressed down on the desk while fumbling around with his pants. “I’ve had this thought longer than I want to admit.”
“Oh, yeah?”
His breaths are shaky behind me as he runs a hand along my backside. “I went back for you that night. If I knew I could have you like this, I wouldn’t have left. I would have followed you all the way home that night and never left you.”
My heart is racing, and nerves are bundling up. Mr. Hoover could walk into his classroom any minute and catch us. Anyone could just walk in and see this.
“Just relax, Allie,” Lucas smooths his hand over my backside. I have shivers and the goosebumps spread everywhere the cool air touches my bare skin. He draws something on my hip with one finger while he sighs.
I don’t know what to think or even do.
Lucas kisses. He kissesit. My… myass. I don’t know. This is his thing and I feel like I’m just along for the ride. It’s enjoyable, but suddenly the idea of getting caught pinches the nerves on the back of my neck.
“You ever get suspended, Allie?”
“Of course not.” Has he met me?
Lucas runs that finger softly over me, laughing softly with every involuntary shiver. “You were this perfect good girl?” He says it while taunting me with the end of himself at my throbbing core. “Never naughty.”
Oh gross. I see what he’s doing. I am not that girl. At least, I really don’t think so. He rubs himself against me while I move against him, hoping he will settle the growing ache.
If I get desperate, I’ll let him say naughty things or do whatever he wants. I just need him.
“Lucas—oh shit!” He rams himself into me and the desk scrapes forward on the carpet.
Lucas pulls out and slams back into me and my hips hit the edge of the desk hard. My hands slip and my chest hits the desk with a loud thump.
“Oh Allie,” he breathes out and runs his hands down the sides of my hips. He keeps pulling out and slamming back into me between his words. “Stay right there.”
“Lucas…” I can’t breathe.
He grabs my hand and pulls it down below the desk. “Rub your clit, Allie.” He guides my fingers right between my thighs, pressing them against me and rubbing them from side to side.
“Oh, my god.” My cheek is hard pressed against the cold desk, but the rest of my body is overheating.
“Keep doing it,” he says. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t know what I’m focused on the most. There’s the sound of his voice, the way his legs and hips pin me in place each time he plunges into me, or the sounds of our breathing filling the empty room.
Lucas knocks me into the wood hard, picking up his pace. He makes commands in a rough voice. “Rub yourself harder.” He reaches back around and roughly grabs my hand. “I want to feel you come, Allie.”
His words between ragged breaths pin me to my spot while Lucas drives into me. Each time he thrusts into me, it’s intentionally harder, like he means for me to feel him there after this.
“Oh, Lucas!” God, can I sound more desperate?
He makes an appreciative sound from behind me. “You’re gonna—”
There are people walking by the classroom outside. They can’t see us inside, but we can see their silhouettes and their voices carry through the window.
Lucas doesn’t stop.
“Don’t you fucking stop rubbing yourself,” he says. “If you make a noise, I’m not stopping. They can watch me fuck you.”
