Page 21 of Science Project

“You should be the one to worry,” she said even more clearly in my ear, her voice velvety smooth, “about how you’re going to survive three more classes after you make a mess in your pants again.”

My entire body stiffened, and my pants tightened. Fuck.

Last week, she had seduced me so I would do our project. I was completely aware that she would never really want someone like me, but still … I couldn’t stop thinking about her all morning. Even after I saw those messages she’d sent to Joe Santos.

“What are you talking about, Nicole?” I asked, my throat dry but my dick twitching.

She leaned back on her stool, and my gaze dropped down to her hard nipples pressing against my shirt. I hadn’t even realized it earlier when she stopped me in the hall. But that was my anime shirt on her body, the one I had given her.

Without any shame, she reached up and grabbed one of her nipples, then tugged on the bud. I gritted my teeth and looked away, my balls heavy. She placed her manicured fingers on my thigh underneath the table. My cock stiffened inside my jeans even harder, and I sucked in a breath, glancing around nervously to make sure nobody else looked over at us.

What is she thinking?! We are in class!

“Relax,” she murmured, drawing her nails higher and higher up my thigh.

Relax?! How can I relax with her?—

She placed her hand on top of my bulge. “So hard for me already.”

“Nicole,” I warned underneath my breath.

“Are you going to come?” She giggled softly. “Right in the middle of class?”

When she undid my jeans button and slipped her hand inside my pants, grasping my hard cock, I clenched my jaw and stared down intensely at my notebook. I was supposed to be listening to Mr. Woodward, but I couldn’t focus.

Not with her hand moving up and down my cock like that.

“Nicole …”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night,” she whispered.

Fuck!

I balled my hand into a tight fist underneath the table and prayed that I didn’t come. Not in class and definitely not in my pants. Again. I needed her to stop, but, God, it felt too damn good. Better than anything—except being with her.

Her pussy tightening around my cock had felt amazing.

So amazing.

“Want to know what I did in first and second period?”

“Someone is going to see,” I whispered.

Yet she didn’t seem to mind as she grabbed my hand and slipped it underneath her skirt to her wet cunt. Another small giggle exited her throat, and she shoved two of my fingers into her pussy. “Touched my little pussy and thought about you.”

It had to be a lie, but I couldn’t seem to care anymore.

My balls were heavy, aching, and full of cum that I wanted inside her. I wanted her to crawl right up into my lap like she had last week and bounce on my cock over and over, her tight pussy gripping my dick harder than my hand ever had.

“Your body’s so stiff,” she murmured. “Were you thinking about me too?”

“Yes,” I breathed, succumbing to the pleasure. I squeezed my eyes closed. “All night.”

She slipped her hand deeper into my pants, taking a better grip on my dick, and pulled my head out of my jeans. She leaned over and let a wad of spit dribble from her lips and onto my cock, and then she swiped her thumb across it, mixing it with my pre-cum.

“I’m going to make you come,” she murmured. “So hard.”

She moved her hand faster, harder, the soft sounds drifting through the quiet room. I stared up at Mr. Woodward, my cock twitching. My balls felt heavy and warm as she pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

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