“Don’t ever do that to me again, you understand? You’re mine, and I’ll not share you with anyone.”
I felt the slap of the ruler again, slightly harder this time but even more pleasurable. It may have been dark, but it was impossible not to notice the fire raging in his eyes. This Alex was different, he was possessive, wild, and dirty, and I fucking loved it.
“Harder,” I moaned.
The sound echoed through the room, and I pulled his mouth onto mine to muffle the groan that I let out. He pulled his cock out with no time to waste and slid it inside me. I ached for him, every part of me ready to explode into a blissful orgasm.
“Now, every time you sit here, I want you to remember us and how we are right now. How I’m fucking you. How I am making you feel. How no one else has ever made you feel this way or will ever have the chance to make you feel this way. Nobody touches you but me. Only me…” he faded into a whisper.
I pulled him into me and bit on his shoulder while I rode it out. His body soon followed me as he shuddered, releasing his cum inside me. Our sweaty bodies held onto each other, unable to comprehend what had just happened here, on my desk, in my biology classroom.
I straightened up my dress and attempted to fix my hair as best I could. Alex zipped up his pants before leaning in, this time kissing me softly.
“No podemos estar separados, Charlotte, nunca. We cannot be apart, Charlotte, ever.”
There was clear desperation in his voice, pleading with me to feel what he felt. There was no doubt in my mind I felt exactly as he did. I understood, but I didn’t understand how it could ever be just him and me one day. I nodded before telling him I loved him. The moment was so overwhelming.
“Charlotte. This dress… your beauty… I can’t believe you’re mine.” His eyes never left me, the emerald green matching the shade of my dress.
“It’s my favorite color,” I added, still holding his gaze.
“Why, baby?” he asked, nibbling on my collarbone, distracting me from the question.
“It’s your eyes, Alex. They do something to me. I can’t explain. It’s almost like they’ve cast a spell on me. You must know that since you use them to lure me in anytime we’re within a foot of each other.”
He lifted his head to face me once again, his face serious. He looked like something was plaguing him, like something he needed to say was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t say a word until minutes later.
“You’re blonde,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “I like you as a brunette.”
“Thought I’d change it up a little. Why? Scared you won’t be able tell Samantha and me apart?”
Oh, my big fat fucking diarrhea mouth.
His cold stare made me nervous. It didn’t last long before his face softened. “I love you, baby, so fucking much I can no longer think straight. I can’t live this shitty double life anymore.”
He lifted my dress and took me one more time on my desk. This time slower, more agonizing, but it was there staring us both in the face—the love we had for each other. I wanted to ask what that meant, but he was inside me and this wasn’t a question and answer time. No, it was time to enjoy my man for a moment, enjoy his touch, and the weight of his body on mine.
Fifteen minutes later, we made our way out separately to the gymnasium. It was nearing the end of the night, and Kaley and Carter were nowhere to be seen. Thank fuck. The lights dimmed further for the final song of the night. I stood there dateless as Adriana came to me, dragging Alex with her.
“Okay, can you guys get along enough just to dance one song? Char, you’ll never forgive yourself for not having that final dance, even if it’s not with your Prince Charming.”
How ironic, I thought.
She quickly darted off into the arms of Elijah, who thankfully was at the opposite side of the room.
“Sister’s orders.” He smirked.
I reached for his hand as he pulled me in, trying his best not to smother me or allow our bodies to touch. The music played allowing me to think too much—about tonight, about us, about our future.
“Are you okay? You’re kinda limping,” he teased.
“Nice one. At least you don’t have cum dripping down your leg.”
“If I did, I’d want you on your knees licking it all up.”
Oh fuck, now it was worse. Why did this feeling not ease? We’d fucked twice already.
“Thanks. I think I just squirted more out after that comment.”