Page 84 of No Place Like Home

“Did you get wet as soon as I locked the door?” he questioned as he kept fingering me.

My head dropped, and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. You never knew who could be passing by the door, and I didn’t want to leave anything to chance.

“Or was it before that?” he asked again as he added another finger.

I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me.

“Shhhh,” he shushed me as he kissed the nape of my neck tenderly…while his fingers wreaked havoc inside me.

He was going to pay for that. Quincy used his other hand, put it on my back, and added pressure. Getting the memo, I lay completely on the desk. I opened my eyes and saw all the empty seats.

I should have kept them closed because I would never unsee that. How could I teach the tiny humans when I was about to get…yeah, finishing that thought seemed wrong.

Luckily, the sound of his zipper going down distracted me.

“You’re not going to run away this time, right?” he asked as he put his dick at my entrance.

“You know, if I’d wanted to have a conversation, I would go down to the diner. I’m trying to get fuck—”

Shit.

He slammed into me.

“You break my desk…” I began to say, but couldn’t finish the sentence because Quincy started to fuck me harder.

Every thrust was designed to make me lose my mind.

“I’ll buy you ten more. I don’t care,” he groaned.

“Listen, Mr. Fancypants, you sure are lacking for someone who claimed to be a sex god.”

As soon as the words were out, Quincy pulled out of me and turned me around. He was not happy. His breathing was coming in pants. He didn’t say anything as he lifted me and sat my bony ass on the cold desk.

He reached for something on my desk as our gazes locked. This look was one I had never seen on him. It was intense, full of heat and desire—and the most unbelievable part of it all was that it was because of me.

“If you don’t want the whole school to know you’re fucking me, you’d better bite that pencil.”

My mouth dropped open by his audacity. He took it as a sign of following directions. He shoved the pencil in my mouth. I was about to spit it out when his hands came to my hips and he slid inside me.

My hands went around his shoulders, and my legs wrapped around him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You feel so good.”

I bit into the pencil as I let myself get lost in the sensations. I hated this, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop doing it. I came fast and hard, sure I would snap the pencil in half. Quincy soon followed.

He slid out, removed the condom and threw it in my little thrash can. I grimaced.

Shit, I had to take the thrash with me so the janitor wouldn’t see it.

Gross.

“You want to get some takeout and watch movies?” he asked as he fixed his pants.

I was still catching my breath and my vagina was doing that pulsing thing, but I managed to nod.

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And so thedays went on a lot like that. We hung out and talked, and I watched him exercise and played with Simba. We were good friends who just happened to have great sex. So great, in fact, that little by little, the lines blurred.

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