Condom or not, I wanted this. I wanted to play with the idea. Indulge in it.
She nodded desperately. “Yes.”
This was so fucking wrong, and I didn’t give a damn.
“Yeah?” I thrust deep, slow, watched her eyes flutter. “You want that?”
“Yes.” Breathless. “Yes, Nash?—”
“Tell me.” Another slow thrust, all the way in, holding there. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” She clutched at my shoulders. “I want you to fill me up. I want?—”
“You want my baby.” Not a question. Low, certain, right against her ear.
She shuddered. “Yes.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Couldn’t take my time.
She had me wrapped around her little finger, and Ineededto fuck her.
I started thrusting into her hard and fast, rattling the jars on the desk, sending a pen rolling onto the floor. Her legs tightened around me, her nails raking up my spine under my shirt.
“Look at you,” I breathed against her ear. “Taking me so good.”
“Nash—” Broken, desperate.
“You feel that?” I thrust deep, held there. She arched. “Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes—yes?—”
“That’s where it happens, sunshine.” Low. Just for her. “That’s where I’d put it.”
She made a sound I felt in my spine.
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you.” Not a question. I already knew. “You’d let me fill you up. Keep you full of me.”
“God, yes—” Her hips rolled up to meet me. “Please, Nash, please?—”
“Please what?” Steady. Deliberate. Making her say it.
“Give it to me,” she gasped. “I want—I want you to?—”
“I know what you want.” I picked up the pace, felt her clench around me. “Wanna see you round with it. Want to know I did that.”
She came apart completely.
I thrust a few more times, but then I couldn’t help it; I followed her right over the edge, shaking with the pleasure of it, groaning into her ear. My hips moved on their own just a few more times—pushing it deeper, pretending anyway, knowing I’d just filled the damn condom.
We stayed like that for a moment…tangled. Spent.
I wanted her again.
Fuck me, I wanted her again and again andagain.I didn’t want this to end.
I pulled back eventually. Shoved my cock back in my pants with the condom still on, because I absolutely wasn’t dealing with that in an elementary school. I straightened up while Maggie sat up, smoothed her skirt, and slid off the desk.
She looked around at the floor; there were pens everywhere, rolled under desks, scattered toward the reading corner, one lodged under the leg of a tiny chair.
