“Yeah…I think that we need to get the hell out of here and finish this.”
“We’re not going anywhere yet,” he says pushing his hand under my shirt and tracing along the cup of my bra before he tugs it down slightly and pinches my nipple. The shock sends a wave of heat straight to my core, and I have to focus on staying upright. I move my hand and run it over the front of his jeans; he’s straining against the fabric, and it makes me smile to know that I’m affecting him just as much as he is me. His hands run down my body and snake around my back, pulling me tight to his chest while he squeezes and kneads my ass. I revel in the feel of his fingers pushing into my skin. It's at the point of painful pleasure, and I think I’ll die if he doesn’t help me release some of this pent-up sexual frustration. Apparently I’ve turned into a brazen harlot. Sex at school is something I would never have dreamed of in a thousand years. However, I’m pretty sure Ethan could talk me into it with very little effort right now. God, who am I, and what happened to the quiet nerd?
“Blair?” his voice is strangled as I realize I’ve inadvertently moved his hand to the apex of my thighs.
I want to respond, but the only thing I can manage to do right now is pant into his mouth as his kisses rain down on me.
His hand moves higher, and I’m momentarily embarrassed that he’s pulling away until I feel the skin-on-skin contact of his fingers slipping underneath the waistband of my jeans and panties. He leans back to look at me, his eyes are seeking permission and there’s no way I’m not granting it. I watch in delight as his mouth quirks at the side, and he lets go of my ass with his other hand to put his finger up to his mouth and shush me. I’m done for.
His fingers slide inside of me so slowly that I have to squeeze my whole body in an attempt to not cry out in ecstasy. He begins moving them unhurriedly, letting my excitement build, and then my eyes snap open as I hear voices approach. I look up at Ethan, panicked, and attempt to move, but he has the most wicked gleam in his eyes as he holds me in place and ups his tempo.
“Nice and quiet baby,” he commands, and I feel myself growing closer to the edge. I’m rattled and turned on as hell. My body begins to tense at my impending orgasm, and he muffles my moans with his mouth, swallowing my cries and heightening the hedonistic wave that consumes me.
I’m pinned to the bookcase, and if Ethan moves, I’ll collapse like the spent mass of limbs and boneless flesh that he’s reduced me to. My eyes flutter before his beautiful face comes back into focus, just in time for me to witness him pull his hand slowly out of my pants and taste his fingers.
Holy shit!
I feel my jaw fall slacken as he steps back and winks at me leaning here, dazed, confused, and completely sated.
“It’s just above your head, Blair,” he says as he reaches for Plato’s The Last Days of Socrates.
I’m about to ask what he’s been smoking, just as Mrs. Phelps rounds the corner with a student and stops short in front of us.
Oh.
My.
Gosh!
I instantly feel my cheeks ignite, and I mumble my thanks to Ethan, grabbing the book and bolting. He catches up, sniggering at my complete mortification and I elbow him in the side.
“Ouch, just recovering from a car accident…remember,” he breathes in a strained voice, before he laughs as I quicken my pace. “Blair.” He reaches out and grabs the hem of my t-shirt, pulling me back until I bump into him.
“Relax, no one heard or saw anything except me.”
I feel my shoulders drop slightly, and I blow out a long breath. He kisses my temple and laces our fingers together as we walk back to the desks to collect our things. Him with a confident, cocky spring to his step, and me on shaky newborn foal legs.
I’M SURE IT isn’t normal for a hard on to be this painful. Seriously, the look on Blair’s face while I made her come in the library is seared into my brain; I can’t stop picturing her face and the way she clung to me. I’ve been hard for the last twenty minutes solid, which wouldn’t be a problem if we weren’t in the middle of a math class. We were assigned seating at the beginning of the year and I’m between two football players, so sitting here with a tent in my pants is less than ideal. Just knowing she’s somewhere at the back of the room is driving me insane. I’ve regressed to a horny pre-teen, and when I look down to my notes, I notice that I’ve inadvertently drawn a pair of tits in the bottom left hand corner of the page. I need to get a grip, or get laid. Preferably the second. I’m mid-fantasy when my cell starts to ring. I typically don’t have it on silent; Professor Hillman looks like he wants to throw daggers at me as my ringtone blasts out through the otherwise quiet room.