Page 9 of Elijah
Amy
aged 18
“Eli, we can’t,” I hissed as he pulled me across the 6th form common room with our fingers linked together.
“Yes we can, and we are,” he replied, staring at me with dark, hooded eyes. “You can’t come to school wearing that fucking skirt and not expect me to want to shag you.”
I rolled my eyes but mentally high-fived myself. I knew when I’d put the short skirt on, Elijah would love it. Mum had tried to make me change it, but when I pointed out that one school skirt was ripped and the other had tomato ketchup all over it, thanks to my brother Matty, she had to let me leave the house in the only other navy blue skirt that I had. One which I normally wore with a crop top and four-inch heels.
“Where are we going?” I asked, giving two girls from my history class a quick wave.
“Sick bay.” Elijah turned his head and gave me a look that said ‘and I’m going to make you scream’.
I swallowed back the gasp that was pushing at my lips and picked up my pace, trying to keep up with him.
When we reached the corridor that led to the school nurse’s office, Elijah pulled to a stop.
“Wait here,” he whispered. “I’ll go and get the key. I’ll tell Nurse Turner I’m ill.”
“With what?” I asked, eyeing him up and down. “You look perfectly healthy to me.”
“Blue fucking balls,” he deadpanned. “Because my fucking girlfriend is wearing a skirt that practically shows her amazing arse, which I know is only covered by a tiny piece of lace that barely covers her pussy.
Breathing deeply, I felt my thong get damp as Elijah’s words excited me.
“You think maybe you should hide that.” I pointed at the bulge in his grey school trousers. “It kind of gives the game away.”
Blowing out a breath, he pulled his shirt out of his waistband and smoothed it over his erection.
“Still see it,” I said with a smirk.
“Fuck’s sake.”
He looked down at it for a second or two and then dragged his navy jumper over his head. As he did, his shirt was dragged with it and I caught a glimpse of his hard abs and the thin trail of dark hair leading down from his belly button.
“Dirty girl,” he muttered, catching me staring, as he tied his jumper around his waist.
“I can’t help it,” I breathed out. “Those gardening jobs are doing amazing things for your body.”
I wetted my lips and pushed my thighs together. God, and they talked about teenage boys being horny. I couldn’t wait to have his hands on me. I felt as though I had a detonator between my legs and one press and I’d explode.
Elijah grinned at me and pulled me against him, so I could feel exactly how hard he was. His arm went around my waist, with his hand moving down and slipping under the hem of my skirt and landing on my bum cheek.
“Knew it,” he groaned against my mouth, as his fingers pushed under the lace edge of my thong.
“I know how much you love them,” I gasped, as he palmed my backside.
“Too fucking much.”
Elijah thrust his hips and when I moaned softly, he pulled away and muttered, ‘I’ll be back’, before disappearing toward the nurse’s room.
Ten minutes later and I was laid out on the leatherette couch bed, wearing just my skirt and bra. My legs were open and Elijah was lying between them, kissing up my bare thighs.
His tie was loosely knotted over his shirt, his trousers were undone and the smooth, pink crown of his dick was poking out of the top of his boxer briefs.
“Oh god.” I had tried to be quiet, but as his tongue licked along my wet seam, the pleasure pulsed throughout my body. “Eli, please.”
He took my clit into his mouth, sucking it hard and then blowing on it, making my hips thrust upward. I placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing it closer to my core.
