She tosses me a glance, half amused, half desperate, and I keep my stare perfectly level. A faint noise hovers right at the edge of my hearing and I check the display. Shit. When it fell, I must have brushed the spin dial higher.
Her leg jiggles, knee bouncing as it releases her tension. I wind it back and the bell goes soon after. As she stands, I giveanother burst, shoving my chair back, legs scraping on the floor to disguise any noise.
“Sorry about that,” I say, repeating the burst at the same level. “The phone just slipped right out of my hand.”
I think she wants to answer me back, but her eyes are lidded, her mouth parted, tongue swiping across her lips. My lips find her temple, licking the fat drop of sweat a second before it falls, smoothing the hair back with my thumb afterwards, staring into her sleepy gaze.
“Better get to our next class.”
I walk slightly ahead of her, ensuring there’s a clear path, shielding most of her from curious eyes. Halfway along the corridor, her step slows as I give her another buzz. I turn, frowning as though wondering what the holdup is, then guide her until she’s cornered, back against the wall, side against the lockers, me on an angle cutting off any escape.
Not that Evie seems set on escape.
I whisper the confession into her ear, “I didn’t think it would last this long.” My knuckles run along the button placket, my body crowding even closer to hers. “Are you not enjoying my new toy? Should I crank it a little higher?”
“Please,” she begs but I don’t know if the plea is for a way out or a faster journey to the end.
“Please… more?”
Her hands bunch the front of my shirt, pulling me closer as her head bends, forehead resting against the fabric. “It’s okay,” I soothe her, stroking her hair as students behind us rush for their next classes. “I can set it higher.”
A strangled gasp comes out of her mouth, and I concentrate on the rhythmic motion of her body, the way she sways towards me and away and towards me again.
I find the beat, time the app to each new surge, making sure she’s sheltered by the lockers, the wall, my body. Making surethat even here in public, fully exposed, she’s not visible enough to draw conclusions.
And my free hand finds the delicious curve where her neck meets her shoulder, my thumb resting neatly in the dip, fingers curling around until the tips lightly dust her spine. My lips find her ear again, gently whispering, “Do you want to come for me? You’ll have to be quick if we want to get to class on time.”
My thumb controls the app, while every other cell in my body centres on my girl, finding the perfect tension where her head tilts back, eyes closed, fists making their small rhythmic tugs of my shirt fabric, each motion drawing me a millimetre closer.
Her body shows me when to make the vibrations surge and when to let them ebb, then surge again and this time stay there, while her shoulders draw up to her ears and her hips tip towards me and her knees sag, my thigh thrusting between them to pin her failing body against the wall.
My lips close over her mouth as she comes, catching the cry that releases from her throat as her body shudders into freefall.
I inhale her pleasure deep, deep, deep into my lungs, holding it until my brain screams for air and only the world spinning before my eyes can convince me to let it go and inhale another.
“And with a whole minute to spare,” I whisper, and she giggles, tipping to the side until her shoulder leans against the bank of lockers.
“That was…” and she shakes her head, lost for words while my throat muscles clench, drawn taut with emotion, wishing I could give her a thousand more while pupils scurry behind us and the teachers take their brief respite to set up their classes for the last lesson of the day.
And she’s instantly obedient, not needing a reminder that I demanded she gift me an item of clothing before we wind through the corridors to reach our last subject for the day.
With her flushed cheeks, her eyes like precious jewels flashing in the bright summer sun, she’s glorious. And when I imagine fluid streaking the inside of her thighs, rubbing to a glistening sheen over that sweet inner flesh because ofme, I feel a deeper sense of contentment than I’ve ever known.
EVIE
When Maddox drops me home after school, I wait until I’m out of sight behind our block of flats, then give a little shriek and dance my way to our entry door, absolutely buzzing with excitement.
He made me return the toy, forcing a clutch of girls to vacate the bathroom again while he watched me hook it out, sliding his fingers over the arousal coating the silicone body before he rinsed it in the sink.
Hopefully, he brings it to school again.
Hopefully, next time, he also sends me home with it still inside. Giving me another dose of pleasure at his command.
“Hey,” I call out to Ant as I waltz through the door, heading straight for the cupboards to pull out a snack because I’m fuckingravenous. “You want anything?”
When he doesn’t respond, I turn and my throat clutches, my heart stopping in my chest.
Ant lies curled in a ball, completely still. A needle and tourniquet lie on the table in front of him, when he always, always,alwaysclears them away.
