“Fuck off,” I snap and she scowls at me. “I’m serious, piss off, because I’m on a roll today and I will take you down if need be.”
She leaves without a fuss, which surprises me, telling Kalen to find her later.
“Jealous?” Kalen says, refusing to make eye contact with me.
“Is that what you want?” He shrugs and packs up his things.
“You’re not leaving until you hear me out.” He looks up at me, his eyes wild. He moves closer to me, a predator approaching his prey. It’s so out of character for him that a thrill of excitement washes over me. He backs me up until I’m pressed hard against the exact bookcase where Baxter had me.
“What, do you want to tell me that nothing happened?” I nod. He spins me, forcing my head into the corner of a book sticking from the shelf. A hiss of pain leaves me, but he continues to press harder, and damn him, it turns me on.
“So, he didn’t have you pushed against the shelves?”
“He did,” I whisper reluctantly. It didn’t feel like this though.
“And his hand wasn’t wrapped around your throat?” Kalen’s actions mimic his words.
“It was,” I pant, turned on by his proximity.
“He didn’t run his fingers up your thigh and lightly touch your skin, making you push your ass into his cock.”
“Not exactly,” I hedge, because although thosewereour actions, it didn’t go down how Kalen’s making it sound.
“Was his cock as big as mine Amelie?” I shake my head no; I doubt anyone is as big as him. Not even Baxter. I don’t even consider that Kalen might see that as an admission of guilt.
“Did you put up a fight?”
“I tried. I should have tried harder,” I pant as his finger teases the edge of my panties.
“Did his touch turn you on?”
“N-no,” I stammer and it’s the truth.Kalen’stouch turns me on. I grind my ass back into Kalen’s crotch.
His resolve crumbles.
The loss of his touch burns and I think he’s about to walk away. Like he’s proving some point he feels is needed. Until his zip slides down and he pushes my school skirt up.
“I don’t blame him for wanting you,” he whispers, lining himself up with me. He drags his cock back and forth over my soaked panties, tracing my opening, teasing. Torturing me.
My lace panties are pulled aside and he doesn’t prepare me, he thrusts hard inside me and my whimper echoes around us. He clamps his hand over my mouth.
“You don’t get to enjoy this!” he snaps and thrusts inside me even harder. Poor Kalen, he and Sawyer obviously didn’t compare notes. If they had, Kalen would know that the rougher he is with me, the more Iwillenjoy it. He pounds into me, over and over, one hand fisted in my hair, the other around my throat to keep me in place. It doesn’t matter. He’s racing towards his release, but doesn’t realise that I’m climbing towards mine too. The thought of getting caught pushes me closer to the edge of relief.
“Tell me now that you didn’t fuck him.” He pauses, holding back both our climaxes.
“I didn’t, I wouldn’t. He wanted you to think that, to punish me.” That’s all he needs to hear before he thrusts inside me again. I cry out as my walls clamp down around him, triggering his orgasm against his will.
“Fuck!” he barks. He pulls himself out and zips up his pants, not bothering to flatten down my skirt. I hasten to cover myself up, suddenly very aware of our surroundings and that we can get caught any moment. It’s one thing to be caught fucking, another to be the desperate slut baring herself to a guy in the library.
“Well, why didn’t you say that in the first place?” Kalen jokes, a glimmer of his usual self giving me hope. My mouth hangs open. Words fail me for the first time.
“So you forgive me?” I ask warily.
“Nope,” he says, popping the P. Grabbing his backpack, he turns to leave.
“Are you fucking serious?!” I whisper yell following behind him.
“I know what I saw, so stop trying to make an idiot out of me.”
