My brain completely whites out for a second. When it comes back online, I'm kissing her like my life depends on it, hands tangled in her hair, her legs tight around me, and she's making these little sounds that are definitely going to feature in my dreams forever.
Her fingers make quick work of my belt, and I suck in a breath as she starts tugging down my zipper. My whole body feels electric, every nerve ending on high alert.
“Fuck,” I curse as her hand slips inside my boxers, wrapping around me. I'm already embarrassingly hard, have been since we started kissing on that damn table.
“I've been thinking about this.”
The idea of Piper Renner thinking about this—planning this—sends a rush of heat through me so intense I have to grip the table edge.
Holy shit. Holy. Shit.
She's on her knees in front of me, looking up with determination in her eyes, and I swear my heart stops beating for a second. My jeans are halfway down my thighs now, and she's tugging my boxers down too, and then?—
“Jesus Christ.” I gasp as her mouth closes around me. Wet heat surrounds me, and my knees nearly buckle from the sensation. My hand automatically goes to her hair, tangling in those curls.
She makes this little humming sound, and the vibration nearly sends me through the ceiling. I have to bite my lip to keep from making noise that would definitely get us caught.
“Pip,” I manage, my voice strained, and she pulls back just enough to look at me, lips glistening.
“Good?” she asks, and the combination of her voice and that sight nearly undoes me completely.
“So good,” I reply. “So fucking good, but?—”
She takes me back into her mouth, deeper this time, and my head falls back against the whiteboard with a soft thud. I'm trying to stay quiet, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but she's learning what I like too quickly, cataloging my reactions like she does everything else.
The wet heat, the gentle suction, the way her tongue moves—it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
“Fuck, Piper,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice down but failing miserably. When she does something with her tongue and hands, stars explode behind my eyelids.
She hums again, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine. I can feel myself getting close embarrassingly fast, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“I'm—” I start to warn her, but she just looks up at me through her lashes and takes me deeper, and that's it. I'm done.
Gone.
My orgasm hits like a freight train, white-hot pleasure crashing through me as I grip her hair too tightly, my vision going white at the edges. She stays with me through it, swallowing everything I give her, and the sight of her taking all of me pushes another wave of pleasure through my already oversensitive body.
When I finally come back to myself, she's sitting back on her heels, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks proud of herself, satisfied in a way that makes my chest tight with something more complicated than just physical satisfaction.
“Holy shit.” I lean heavily against the whiteboard. My legs feel like jelly.
She stands, smoothing down her hoodie like she didn't just completely destroy me in a computer lab classroom. “Was that... adequate?”
The callback makes me laugh, even though I'm stillcatching my breath. “Adequate? Piper, that was—” I pull her against me, kissing her thoroughly. “That was fucking incredible.”
She tastes like me and mint lip balm, and I can't decide if that should be weird or if it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. Based on how my body is already trying to rally for round two, I'm leaning toward the latter.
“Good,” she says against my mouth, pleased. “Because I've been thinking about doing that for ages.”
“Ages?”
“Since the party. Since you got…hardjust from kissing me.” Her cheeks are flushed, but she meets my eyes directly. “I liked knowing I could affect you like that.”
My blood rushes back south so fast I have to brace myself against the table.
“Your turn,” I say, voice rough as I reach for her.
She steps back, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We should probably get back to our homework. You have that essay due in”—she checks her watch—“twelve hours and seventeen minutes.”
