He pulled back at my words, his hands leaving my back and coming to my face. “You’re doing it. Right now. Just by being near me.” He brought his lips to mine, and even though the room was dark, my eyes closed. He walked me back until I was pressed against the wall, his tongue gently sweeping into my mouth, his hands sliding down my chest.
It had been a few days since we’d had sex, and I would have been lying if I’d said I hadn’t thought about it nearly every second since, but the way Hayes was kissing me in that darkened room was nothing like the way he’d kissed me in his bed. Before, he’d wanted to share something with me, to show me how much he loved me. But in that equipment room, with the lights off, and the sound of shoes on the linoleum just outside the door, it felt as though he were using me for a distraction. It took me only a moment to come to the conclusion that I was all right with it, that I was happy, even, to let him use me and my body to take his mind off everything else in his world that was troubling him.
I wasn’t sure if he could feel my acquiescence, or if he just didn’t care that we were just feet away from the very people who could turn his world upside down, but suddenly he became unapologetically intense. His kisses were harder, his hands groped with more force, and I found myself right in the middle of a storm of lust I’d never experienced before.
His knee pushed between my own, pressing my legs apart, while his hands continued to roam my body.
“Did you wear this for me?” he asked as his hand slid over the curve of my ass, right to the edge of the denim skirt I’d put on that morning. Of course, when I’d dressed I’d considered whether or not Hayes might like my outfit, but I never imagined this would be happening. However, that wasn’t the answer Hayes was looking for.
“Yes,” I breathed. His lips smiled against mine, but I gasped when his hand yanked on the crook of my knee, hauling my leg up and over his hip. He rolled his pelvis into me, his hardness rubbing against my clit, the roughness of his denim no match for the cotton of my panties. I whimpered into his mouth, trying hard to be as silent as possible.
“At night, I lie in my bed and imagine you underneath me again, think of all the ways I can explore your body, and it kills me that you’re not there when I wake up.” His hand disappeared from my breast and I jumped when I felt it between my legs, slowly moving my panties aside, and gently pushing into me. I didn’t have his mouth to swallow my cries, so I bit my bottom lip, hoping to contain the screams wanting to break free. His movements were a strange and addictive mixture of needy and loving. He touched me because he needed to, but he did it with tenderness and gratitude. I’d never felt more desired than in that moment.
My body shuddered at his touch, but my heart filled with hope for the day when waking up in Hayes’s arms was a possibility. A day when we weren’t hiding in equipment rooms from other teachers or students, or his mother, or my parents.
“What are you thinking, Kenz?” he asked, two fingers disappearing inside of me. I gasped at first, my body reacting to being full again, but then I managed a response.
“I’m thinking that I love you.” I managed to say the words, but they were soft, quite nearly a moan. I saw his cheeks bunch slightly and knew he was smiling, but I gasped again as his thumb stroked my clit.
“That’s sweet, babe, and I love you too. But my thoughts are a lot dirtier at the moment.” All I could do was hold back a cry as he increased the pressure of his thumb, the depth of his fingers. His face moved and suddenly his mouth was at my ear, his words rushing past with fast breaths, making my entire body pulse. “I’m thinking about how wet you were when I slid my fingers inside of you. How you were waiting in this dark room, hoping I’d come here and touch you. You’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you.” His words were like sandpaper scratching against me. I felt them everywhere.
“Hayes.” I managed a strangled cry just before I came apart. His mouth slanted over mine, taking any noises from me, as his fingers continued to lazily dip in and out. He dropped my knee and had I not been leaning against the wall I would have toppled over. I was weak and dizzy from him. I lazily reached for his belt, wanting and needing to touch him, to give him the escape he’d given me, but the sound of voices from the hallway caught our attention. They started distant, but grew louder, one voice becoming more prominent than the others.
“I think I left a twenty in the pocket of my uniform last week. I gotta check.”
Hayes’s eyes became wide and mine mirrored his. Someone, it sounded like a student, was headed toward the room we were in. The room in which Hayes had just fingered me to the point of orgasm.