Page 17 of Penalty for Boarding

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself in there?” he growls against my lips. “Watching you bend and stretch, all flushed and glistening... it's a miracle I made it through without embarrassing myself.”

I laugh breathlessly, nipping at his bottom lip. “The feeling was very mutual, trust me.”

Calvin's hands slide under my tank top, his calloused fingers skimming over my heated skin. “I need you, Olivia,” he rasps, his voice rough with desire. “Right fucking now.”

I gasp as Calvin palms my breasts through my sports bra, my nipples instantly pebbling under his touch. “Calvin,” I pant, arching into his hands. “We can't... not here. Someone might see.”

“Who's gonna be lookin' for us in a pilates parking lot this early in the morning?” he counters while his lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck. “Besides, I've got tinted windows. No one is gonna see a thing.”

His argument is flimsy at best, but with the way he's touching me, the way his deep voice rumbles against my skin, I find my resolve crumbling faster than a sandcastle at high tide.

“OK,” I breathe, my head falling back to give him better access. “But we have to be quick.”

Calvin's answering grin is downright wolfish. “Oh, I can be quick, baby. But you're not gonna want me to be.”

With that, he hauls me into his lap so I'm straddling him, my core pressing against the hard ridge of his erection. We both groan at the contact, and then his mouth is on mine again, devouring me with a hunger that makes my toes curl. His hands grip my hips, rocking me against him as he thrusts up, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure zinging through my veins.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he pants against my lips. “You feel so good. I can't wait to be inside you again.”

Whimpering, I reach between us to palm him through his sweatpants, feeling him throb beneath my touch. “I need you, Calvin. Please.”

He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a low growl, he shoves my leggings and panties down just enough to expose my dripping core. The position is awkward as fuck, but when he frees himself from the confines of his sweats, he quickly finds my entrance and I’m taking him inside. “Oh fuck, Calvin. You feel so good.”

“Oh god. You’re so tight,” he hisses, his voice a low rumble that I feel all the way to my bones. “Grind against me, baby. Take what you need.”

And oh, do I ever. With my leggings and panties acting as a band around my knees, I brace myself against the steering wheel and rock my hips against him.

“Yesssss,” he groans, his head falling back against the headrest as I grind against his hilt. “So perfect.”

He positions his hands on either side of me, using his great strength to help lift me up and down. And holy shit, does it feel good. I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as I adjust to the exquisitestretch of him inside me. It's almost too much, the way he fills me so completely, touching places I didn't even know existed. But it's also not enough. I need more. More friction, more depth, more of him.

As if reading my mind, Calvin's hands tighten on my hips and he starts to move, thrusting up into me with deep, powerful strokes that have me seeing stars. I meet him thrust for thrust, rolling my hips and clenching around him, chasing that elusive peak that I can feel building deep in my core.

“That's it, baby,” he praises, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Ride me just like that. Take what you need. I've got you.”

CALVIN

“Fuck, Olivia, I'm close,” I groan, my hips snapping up to meet her downward thrusts. The feeling of her hot, tight walls gripping me is almost too much to bear. “I need you to come for me, baby. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

Olivia whimpers, her head falling back as she grinds down harder, taking me impossibly deeper. “I'm almost there,” she pants. “Don't stop, Calvin. Please don't stop.”

As if I could. As if anything in this world could make me stop when she feels this fucking good.

I slide one hand from her hip, flicking my thumb over her swollen clit as I continue to drive into her. “That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

My filthy words seem to push Olivia right to the edge. With a shattered cry, her body tenses and then convulses around me, her pussy clamping down on my shaft like a vice grip as her orgasm rips through her.

“Calvin!”

The feeling of her coming undone, combined with the erotic sound of my name on her lips, is my undoing. With a hoarseshout, I surge up one final time and empty myself deep inside her, coating her fluttering walls with my release.

“Olivia,” I moan, and she sags against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder as we both struggle to catch our breath. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as I press soft kisses to her hair, her temple, any part of her I can reach.

“That was...” I start, my voice hoarse.

“Yeah,” she agrees with a breathless laugh. “It really was.”

She leans back, but in her post-orgasmic haze, she miscalculates the distance and her elbow hits the horn, making it blare loudly in the quiet parking lot.

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