Page 91 of You Had Me At Thirteen

I glance around the classroom, positive the entire class is watching me.The Notebookis some sort of front for the real main act – me getting off on Wren’s fingers. But their focus remains on the TV at the front of the room.

I grip the sides of my table, recalling the way Wren fucked me over one of them only yesterday, when he pushes my underwear to the side and inserts two fingers inside me. My eyes roll back, and I have to bite my bottom lip to stop the moan wanting to escape.

Holy shit.

‘Always so wet for me, Matilda,’ Wren whispers, looking as cool as ever, totally unsuspicious as he fucks me with his fingers.

It’s a slow, agonising pace, but no less able to send me into oblivion. I can’t focus on anything else but the sensation of my impending orgasm stirring against my insides. The sound from the TV fades into the background as I become a soaking mess. Sweat drips down my back, heat surging through every limb as my muscles clench around Wren’s fingers. I clamp my mouth shut with both hands to stop myself from crying out when Wren nips at my neck. He whispers dirty words into my ear, telling me how much he loves to watch my face when I come.

That’s my undoing, and to be honest, I couldn't care less right now if everyone is watching me lose my shit.

As I sit there in my sweat-soaked post-orgasm laziness, Wren sucks both his fingers clean. I whimper. Goddamn, I’m in big trouble.

‘Excuse yourself to the bathroom,’ he says in my ear.

My hand flies up, getting Mr Hughes’s attention. He lifts his chin in acknowledgement of my mouthed request to use to the bathroom, so I scramble for the door and head to the nearest one.

As I’m cleaning myself up, in more ways than one, the creak of the main door opening has me stilling as footsteps stop in front of the toilet cubicle.

There’s a knock before Wren’s voice settles my nerves. ‘Matilda, let me in.’

THIRTY-NINE

Wren

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Iknock on the bathroom stall door and wait for the familiar sound of the latch unlocking. Matilda’s face is flushed from the orgasm I just gave her, and my dick is throbbing with the need to be inside her. But I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to watch her pretty face as she sucks me off.

Since she had her lips around my dick last night, all I could think about while I had my fingers inside her was having my cum drip down her chin while those brown eyes plead with me to give her everything I have. That’s what she does, turns my insides feral with just one look.

With the door latched closed again, I take her hand and place it over the bulge in my pants. ‘This is what you do to me, baby. Get on your knees. Now.’

She licks her lips as she drops to her knees in front of me, her face right in front of my crotch. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing under the pressure, but she’s quiet for once in her damn life.

That’s my girl. I love it when she’s obedient.

I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. ‘I’m going to fuck that mouth, and you’ll swallow everything I give you. Do you hear me?’

She nods her understanding, blinking up at me like a goddamn angel with those big brown eyes.

‘Good girl, now open for me,’ I say as I place the two fingers I just fucked her with inside her mouth and tug down to slacken her jaw. ‘That’s it.’

Breathing deeply through my nose, I pull my length out and press the head of it to her open lips and push my way into her warm, wet mouth. My cock slides over her tongue until I reach the back of her throat. She gags, tears prickling her eyes, but she opens wider for me, allowing me to push further down her airway.

My head falls back as I grab the back of hers with one hand, the other gripping the top of the stall wall, so I can thrust harder. Matilda moans, sending a harmonious vibration from my dick up to my chest, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut so she can’t see whatever emotions I’m spotlighting right now.

This is what I want, right? Although it seems every time I’m inside her these days, a little more of me cracks inside, warmth spreading through every fibre of my being.

Matilda’s saliva covers my dick, dripping down my shaft and balls as the slick sound echoes through the empty bathroom. I’m not even sure I’d be able to stop if someone came in right now. I’m not sure I’d care, either.

So I filter out my surroundings, forgetting I’m in a toilet cubicle as I fuck Matilda’s mouth. She makes any setting sexy as hell, and I know it won’t take much longer for me to come. Especially when she wraps her soft hands around the backs of my thighs, digging her fingernails into the fabric of my pants until I feel it in my dick.

Blow jobs never really got me going until now. Sure, I would never turn one down, but with Matilda, it’s next level. Being surrounded by her coconut and vanilla scent has me wanting to fuck her on the beach, and on my kitchen counter as we bake fucking chocolate chip cookies together.

Goddamn, I’m losing my control.

I just need to come and get out of here as soon as possible before Matilda searches my soul the way she does, and finds all the plans I’m making with her for a future I never intended on wanting.

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