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“Take me home,” I pant. “Let's go home so you can show me how much.”
His eyes darken, and for a second I thought he was gonna throw me over his shoulder and carry me away, but instead, he leans back a little. His hand moves from my face to my breasts, groping. I arch my back, needing more. Wanting more.
; His touch moves down until his hand dips between my legs.
“Elijah,” I breathe out, warning and desire fighting in me. I eye the classroom door and sigh in relief when I see it’s closed, but what if someone opens it and sees us? We should go home. I should insist him to take me home, but the moment his hand makes contact with my pussy I forget everything.
"I can't fucking wait until home," he growls, and his finger slips inside me.
A moan escapes from my throat, and he quickly covers my mouth with his own. My orgasm comes so fast so hard, my breath hitches in my throat. I can only shake and surrender to my pleasure ripping through me.
I don’t come to my senses until he grabs my ass and lifts me in his arms. His cock teases my entrance. Our mouths separate only for him to cover my mouth with his palm as he pushes into me with one swift move that rocks my world.
Screaming into his palm, I shudder with the intense pleasure.
I wrap my arms and legs around him tighter. That’s all I can do. That and accepting his punishingly hard and fast rhythm that brings me a pleasure I didn’t even know existed.
My muffled moans and his grunts fill the air. I don’t know if anyone would hear us, see us.
“Fuck, baby,” Elijah groans. His head rests into the crook of my neck as he thrusts even harder than before. I feel him get bigger inside me and I know his release is as close as mine.
"Evangeline," he grits out with desperation, and that's my undoing.
I quiver in his hold with my orgasm. Before I can catch my breath, he joins me in the blissful pleasure. Shaking and panting in my arms.
22
Elijah
I'm working on my novel in the school library as my thoughts keep jumping back to the image of Eva coming undone in my classroom yesterday. That damn image replaying in my head is the reason why I can no longer work from my office without sporting a raging hard-on the entire time. Damn, I can’t even get inside the classroom without thinking about the way we fucked on almost every surface like a man and woman possessed. I tried writing in teacher’s room, but the teachers in there are nosy as fuck. The youngest one even was ten years older than me at least, but they gossiped and giggled like a teenage girl all the time, getting on my nerves as I tried to make words flow.
So I've found this place in school. Silent and away from everyone. It's also away from the temptation of stealing Eva away.
As my fingers hit the keyboard rapidly, my mind keeps getting away from the book I’m so close to finishing. Finally, I stop forcing myself to write the words I can’t even comprehend, I open up my email to read the stories my students send me. That would need less focus while still doing something productive. Or that’s what I thought. But when I open Eva’s story first and read the first few words, I should’ve known that wouldn’t be the case.
My perfect day, hmm?
It’s easy.
It would be you and me.
Just us. No one else. Like no other people on earth to bother us.
Only us. Our desires. Our voices. Our laughter.
My perfect day would start watching you. You're so hot while you swim. I just want to lick every drop of water off of your body.
I hum with pleasure the image of her doing that causes before continue reading.
And I’d taste you. Right on that spot. In the open where anyone can see, but there’s no one else but us, right? I’d wrap my fingers around you and stroke you before putting you in my mouth. I’ve never done that, Elijah. But I want you to teach me how to please you like you do to me every morning. I want to feel your cock in my mouth, I want you to fuck my mouth like you fuck my pussy. I want to taste your cum.
My cock is iron hard in my jeans. The thought of those gorgeous lips wrapped around me almost makes me come in my jeans without even a single touch. Reading these words make me want to hear them from her breathy voice.
And you'd kiss me with passion like you always do. You'd taste yourself on my tongue. Would it make you hard again? I hope it does because it makes me wet. And I want you to bend me over something, whatever it is and fuck me senseless. I love it when you're gentle with me, but I want to feel you rough too. I want your handprints on my ass. I want your fingers to bruise my skin as you fuck me hard. I want you to make me scream and muffle it with your hand over my mouth. I want you to pull my hair and drive into me, chasing your pleasure in my body. I want to feel your teeth on my neck, my shoulder, my spine. God, Elijah… I want to feel you inside me for days when you're done with me. I want to be a mess. I want to be a slut. Your slut.
I grit my teeth to the word I’ve heard people use in this school for Eva. I understand why she chooses that word.
