“Y-you n-need h-help,” I stutter.
His eyes glaze over. “I know.”
I’m not sure what’s more alarming… a crazy person who doesn’t know they’re crazy or a crazy person who does. Both are equally dangerous.
“I jerk off to the thought of hurting you.” He grabs my hand and places it on his bulging erection. “This is what you do to me.”
I gasp, snatching my hand away.
“Maverick and Cocoa, eyes to the front, please,” Mr. Barnes says.
I snap my head forward, but Maverick’s gaze remains on me for a few seconds longer before complying. I breathe a sigh of relief, but my reprieve is short-lived. Maverick pushes his hand between my thighs and delves into my panties. I latch on to his wrist. When will I learn? I know better than to allow my guard to slip in his presence.
“Don’t say a fucking word.” He brutally pinches my clit and I whimper in pain. “Let me go.”
I quickly release him and grip the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turn white. He kneads my clit in slow tortuous circles, soothing the ache he caused.
“Fantasies of you keep me up at night.” His guttural voice sends tremors racing along my spine. “Driving me in-fucking-sane.”
My pussy flutters and a gush of wetness seeps onto my panties. I bite my bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping my mouth. How can my body respond to him?
“So, I fight until I’m exhausted, because the alternative is losing control.”
My ragged breathing fills my ears and my vision blurs. Mr. Barnes prattles on, but I can’t make out a single syllable. If he asks me a question, I’m in deep shit.
“And if I lose control”—he kisses the shell of my ear—“I’m going to climb through your window and fuck you until you’re crying in pain. Then I’ll fuck you some more.”
His fingers move faster, heating my core to unmeasurable heights. The inferno crests and my center explodes in a series of convulsions. I pant, riding the wave of my orgasm. The boy sitting beside us glances over.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Maverick growls.
Poor kid nearly breaks his neck turning his head.
“The next time I tell you to stop talking to me, shut the fuck up.”
He pulls his hand from between my legs and licks his fingers, leaving me a sweaty, quivering mess. My mind is a muddled mess for the rest of the period. As soon as the bell rings, I hightail it out the door.
I glance out my window for the hundredth time, expecting to find Maverick leering at me, though it’s only ten. If he does make an appearance, it won’t be for another couple hours. My mind is in total warp mode from his confession.
After dropping his bombshell, he gave me an earth-shattering orgasm. My stupid vagina throbs. Obviously, my libido doesn’t give a damn Maverick’s the poster boy forwhackos anonymous.
I roll out of bed and check the latch on the window. I’ve done this at least a dozen times already, but I can’t help it. I’m a nervous wreck because of Mr. Crazy Pants. Yep, still locked. I scan the surrounding area and find nothing amiss. I pull the curtains closed, then plop back in bed. Sleep will be a long time coming. My phone rings. I answer the incoming group FaceTime and flip to my stomach. Just the distraction I need. I smile seeing Saint, Micah, and Lo’s faces. We chat about the mundane details of the past week.
“Any plans for Halloween?” Saint asks me.
“Yeah. Going to the school carnival with some friends.”
“We’re your friends.” Lo twists her lips into a frown. “They’re temporary placeholders.”
“Don’t be jelly,” I coo. “You’ll always be my number one bestie.”
“Damn straight.” She nods, satisfied.
“Give me Kate’s number,” Micah says.
“Not on your life.”
“Come on, stop cockblocking,” he whines.
