13
Emersyn
Sitting in Aiden’s class the next morning was torture. The memories of what we’d done the night before assaulted my mind all period. We had a test over the branches of government so it was quiet, meaning I couldn’t keep my eyes of him.
I could tell by the quirk of his lips as he graded essays at his desk, that he was thinking about last night, too.
I squirmed in my chair, pressing my thighs together, but the hard metal seat offered little relief.
When I caught him watching me, I used the hand I wasn’t writing with to apply pressure between my legs.
It helped a little. But when I finished my test and looked up his fevered stare was burning a hole through me. The painful throbbing started all over again.
It was forbidden and wrong and dangerous.
And heaven help me, I couldn’t stop wanting more.
I chewed the cap of my pen, crossed my legs and tried to behave, but it was like having to pee badly only worse because this wasn’t something I could take care on my own in a few second in the ladies room.
I needed him. His touch, his mouth, his thick hard—
“Emersyn,” he barked, startling me to death. “Have you finished your test? Can you run this to the office for me?”
I jumped, ignored the odd looks from people around me. Nodding, I lifted the test I’d completed and stood.
My breathing was coming in gasps as I walked to his desk. I handed over my test and he handed me a folded piece of paper.
“Thank you,” he said curtly before telling the class they only had five minutes left to finish.
I exited hastily, making my way to the girls’ restroom and looking at the piece of paper only once I was free from prying eyes.
You’re killing me. Meet me in the pit next period.
A sticky note was attached, my pass for second period telling my teacher I had a history test to finish.
We definitely had unfinished business. The quickie in his Jeep had been amazing, but I had laid in bed all night needing more of him.
Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I could see why he was struggling.
I looked similar to how I had when we’d finished last night. Bright eyes gleaming, messy freshly fucked hair, a thin sheen of sweat above my upper lip.
I splashed a little water on my face before stepping into a stall to freshen up a bit.
I didn’t know what was going to happen in the pit, but every cell in my body was electrified just thinking about it.