Page 38 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

I walk fast out of the room and straight to the staff restroom down the hall. The door shuts behind me. I brace my hands on the sink, breathing hard. Leonid is going to be the death of me.

The buzzing intensifies. I squeeze my thighs together, biting my lip so hard I taste blood. It’s too much, too strong. Pleasure coils inside me, and I can’t hold it back.

My knees buckle. I come hard, shaking, head dropping forward as waves crash through me.

The door opens, and Leonid steps in and locks it behind him.

I whirl. “What are you doing here? Anyone could—”

He’s on me in two strides.

His mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing the rest of my protest. One hand fists in my hair, tilting my head; the other slides under my skirt, fingers finding the soaked plug still inside me. He groans against my lips when he feels how wet I am.

He pulls back just enough to speak, voice rough. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”

His fingers hook the base of the plug and tug. It slips free with a wet sound. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching at the sudden emptiness.

He tsks softly. “Look how wet you are. You’ve been enjoying having it in you, haven’t you?”

I have yet to form a response when he replaces it with two thick fingers, pushing in deep, curling, stroking that spot that makes my vision white out. I buck against the counter, hips chasing his hand.

“Quiet,” he growls, then covers my mouth with his palm. I moan against his skin, muffled. His fingers pump faster, thumb circling my clit.

Pleasure builds again. My nails dig into his forearm. My head falls back against his shoulder.

He kisses my temple, voice low in my ear. “Come again for me, solnyshko.”

The words tip me over.

I shatter, silent scream against his hand, body convulsing, walls pulsing around his fingers. He works me through it until I’m trembling, boneless, clinging to him to stay upright.

He withdraws his fingers slowly. Brings them to his mouth. Licks them clean while holding my gaze.

Then he kisses me, soft now, almost tender.

“You okay?” he murmurs against my lips.

I nod, still shaking. Leonid, though, looks completely unaffected.

He reaches for me, tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, smooths the rest back into place with gentle fingers, and then proceeds to straighten my skirt, smooth my hair, and unlock the door.

He picks up my panties that he tossed on the counter earlier, then slips them alongside the plug into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“You should get back in there,” he says quietly. “Before they notice you’ve been gone too long.”

I nod, dazed, still catching my breath. He tucks another loose piece of hair behind my ear, thumb lingering on my cheek.

“Put on a good act, solnyshko,” he murmurs. “Or everyone is going to know you just got finger-fucked in the staff bathroom.”

I swat his hand away, cheeks flaming. “You’re not helping.”

He chuckles, then steps back. I take a deep, shaky breath, force my legs to work, and practically run from the restroom.

The meeting is almost over when I slip back into the classroom. I slide into my seat at the front, face burning, avoiding every pair of eyes. Dr. Ellis is wrapping up the last few announcements.

Leonid returns a minute later, calm, unruffled, suit jacket perfectly in place. I don’t look at him for the rest of the meeting.

And the moment the meeting ends, I mumble goodbyes, gather my things, and bolt for the parking lot before anyone can stop me.