Page 3 of Study You

“Hey.”

Startled by a low voice, Gillian turned around. Finn was resting against the front row of fixed desks, her legs crossed at the ankles. “Finn, I thought you’d left. Is everything okay?”

“Sure. You seem a little…off, though. You good?”

Lie. “I’m really good.”

Finn narrowed those blue eyes, her head cocked. She’d had a fresh haircut before the semester had begun, shaved on one side. Gillian liked it. So much so that she wanted to graze her nails against it…preferably while Finn’s mouth was between her legs. Oh, God. She mirrored Finn’s position, squeezing her thighs together.

“My birthday is next Friday. I’ll be at The Corner bar if you want to join me.”

Gillian knew in her heart she would give anything to join Finn at one of the local bars, but anyone could be around. It wasn’t a good idea. “I…shouldn’t.”

“No, I know.” Finn nodded slowly. “Still, I wanted to invite you. Even though I knew you wouldn’t accept it.”

Gillian pushed off the desk and approached Finn. “I’d love to, really I would—”

“But you can’t.”

She stopped in front of Finn, aching to reach out and touch her in some way. To brush her hair from her face, to stroke a fingertip up her forearm. Just something to show that connection was as palpable as ever. “I can’t be sure we wouldn’t be seen together.”

“It’s just a drink, Gillian.”

Was it, though? And if that was the case, would their chemistry be obvious to everyone around them?

Gillian wanted to throw caution to the wind, to enjoy a rare night out, but the fear of being found out stuck firm in her mind. “I’m sure you’ll have a great night.”

“Y-yeah. So, I’ll see you Friday for the lecture.”

“I’m not here this Friday. I have some things to take care of.”

Finn got to her feet, and Gillian found herself practically pressed to her. “Then I guess the rest of my week and the weekend are completely ruined.”

Gillian frowned.

“Since whatever we had going on…isn’t going on anymore, admiring you is all I’m allowed.” Finn cleared her throat and inconspicuously placed a hand to Gillian’s thigh, stroking her fingers against the material of Gillian’s skirt. “I’ve spent the Christmas break promising myself I wouldn’t find myself this close to you.” Finn leaned towards Gillian’s ear and growled, “But one day back, and all I want is to put my fingers inside you and remember how good you feel.”

Gillian’s clit ached at that. Her wetness had just really made an appearance. She wrapped her hand around the wrist almost between her legs, slowly guiding Finn’s hand towards her pussy. “F-Finn.”

“Don’t worry. I know we can’t…or shouldn’t. It doesn’t make me want to fuck you any less, though. I arrived on campus this morning determined to focus, to…be your student and nothing more, but one look from you and everything unravelled.” Finn grazed the back of her hand between Gillian’s legs, smirking when Gillian’s knees trembled. “I can live with the dreams. Bye, Gillian.”

The sudden loss of Finn’s hand had Gillian braced forward against the nearest desk, panting. How the hell had things changed so suddenly within the space of a few minutes? Gillian recalled the smile on Finn’s face as she spoke to Deena, wishing that smile was directed at her instead, but then she focused on the look in Finn’s eyes as she touched Gillian exactly where she needed her most, and memories of their short but fiery time together came flooding back. It didn’t matter how Finn looked at anyone else, it was Gillian who she wanted.

The lecture hall door closed with a thud, reminding Gillian of where she was. She stood bolt upright, brushed down her skirt, and packed up the last of her things. Gillian needed to be alone, and if she didn’t get Finn off her mind right this second, she would be fucking herself in her car in a matter of minutes.

Chapter 2

Gillian almost fell through the door, her work bag and briefcase thrown to the floor as she stumbled out of her heels. Finn had awoken the beast, and now Gillian wasn’t sure she could keep it at bay, deep down with her darkest fantasies. She rushed into the kitchen and took the bottle of red wine sitting on the counter, pouring a large measure into a glass. Her shaking hand gripped her phone, the thought of calling Finn now fully at the front of her mind. She couldn’t do and say what she had to Gillian and not expect there to be some kind of bite back. It didn’t work that way.

She exhaled a breath, unlocking her phone and bringing up the last messages Finn had sent to her. Messages that led to them fucking one another senseless the first time around.

Oh, yeah? I know how wet I make you when I’m in class. I see it in your eyes. Do you go back to your office and touch yourself while you’re thinking of me? Do you taste yourself while imagining me?

Fuck. Gillian groaned at the mere thought of having Finn again. Realistically, she could if she wanted to. It didn’t matter what her head said; her pussy demanded something else entirely.

Do you think of me putting my cock in you while you’re bent over your desk? A personal favourite of mine is being on my knees under your desk. I’d love to have my face in your drenched pussy. And I know you’d love it too!

Oh, Gillian always thought about Finn being inside her. Of all the positions they’d found themselves in that night, Finn pounding her against the back of the couch was up there with her finest achievements. The way she gripped Gillian’s hips and slammed harder with each rhythmic thrust. She had the perfect stroke. Fuck, Finn was the only one who knew how to satisfy Gillian.

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