Page 93 of The Lies We Steal

What was he doing?!

“Alist—”

I felt his palm cover my mouth just as he sheathed himself entirely inside of me. Leaving me no time to adjust, no time to settle.

Alistair wasn't having sex with me. He was fucking me. He was taking every emotion I had and feasting on it.

My wetness helped aid his violent thrust, but I could still feel the discomfort from the abrupt action. My fingers dug into the wood of the frame, eyes wide with horror as Greg stood from his desk.

Icy fear trickles into my veins at the premise of getting caught. Alistair knows what he is doing, what I could lose if we are caught. I think those thoughts are what fuel his vicious onslaught.

Cruel deep blows from behind me leave me reeling. I could feel him everywhere. His scent strangling me, his cock so deep that I didn’t know how I’d ever feel empty again.

“Are you scared?” He grunted to me.

I was submerged with too many feelings. It was all too much. My heart hammered at the dread of being caught, we were going to be caught not only breaking into his office but fucking in his closet.

I knew the consequences for myself if that happened.

But even as Mr. West began to walk towards us, I couldn’t tell Alistair to slow down. I wouldn’t even tell him to stop if I had the chance.

There was a burning in my stomach that only flew higher the harder he pressed into me. Short, ruthless drives that I was shocked no one could hear. My cries were swallowed by his palm over my mouth, and as much as I wanted to I couldn’t shut my eyes. I had to keep watching.

It was like watching a head-on collision. My eyes just couldn't be peeled away from the horror. I had to see how it ended.

Every step Mr. West took, the closer I got to my climax. The more intensely I felt Alistair’s shaft brush against the sensitive spot inside of me. The harder I pressed back into him, giving him something solid to slam into.

Chills racked down my body as I heard his low grunts of pleasure, the way his free hand held my hip steady. His lips blazed the trail of my throat with sorting mounting urgency. I can feel the way he inhales my scent deep into his lungs. Trapping me there.

I wanted to come.

I wanted it so badly that I didn’t care if I got busted.

My mind went empty, my body utterly boneless in his grasp. Everything was spinning, flickers of white spots filled my vision as euphoria licked at my heels. My walls clenching around him tighter and tighter.

“Tell me, Little Thief. I wanna hear it. Tell me right fucking now.”

Tears brimmed my eyes from the powerful emotions. His hand pulling from my mouth, leaving me free to scream for help or tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. I was so wound up, that I was already close to falling over the edge. The rubber band inside my stomach began to snap. So when his thumb found my clit, rubbing it mercilessly I couldn’t refrain myself.

“Yes, I’m afraid,” I whispered in a frail voice that frightened me because it didn’t sound like myself.

The ultimate high had been reached when Mr. West grasped his hand around the closet doorknob. Ready to open them and watch me shatter into a million pieces while Alistair continued fucking me from behind. My orgasm hit me hard, an onslaught of pleasure that vibrated every inch of my body.

Sticky, nectar ambrosia leaked down my legs, drowning Alistair’s cock. My pussy convulsed, sucking him inside of me and refusing to let him go. I could feel every dip and curve of his length within my walls as I drew my orgasm from him.

“Fuck, I need to pull out.” His voice is strained, raspy and strangled. He seems to be saying that more to himself than to me.

Teeth sunk into the flesh of my shoulder, not just a tiny love bite, but a ferocious bite that left my skin stinging. Alistair pumped his hips into me a few more times, before sliding out of me easily, another shock wave of fulfillment fills my chest as I hear my name on his lips as he comes.

I can’t help but wonder if that happens often. When he’s in the shower if his hand is wrapped around his cock, jerking until he comes with my name in his lips.

Beyond the point of ecstasy, that I didn’t even register the sound of a fire alarm blasting had concealed my whimpers of pleasure. I was coming back to earth, the consequences of my actions becoming more and more real as I heard the alarm echo. It sounded all around campus.

Mr. West curses, so close that he’s basically breathing the same air as me. He quickly forgets about the thumps from his closet, rushing to go help with the apparent fire that has saved my pride and reputation.

I burst out of the closet, the clean air outside of our sweat and hormones is a brutal reminder of what I just did. What if he had a fucking STD? We didn’t even use a condom. My God I can’t end up pregnant.

Placing my hand on my chest, forcing myself to calm down as I turn to look at him, my dress sticking to my thighs from the perspiration.

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