Releasing her wrist to hold her chin, I draw her attention back where it belongs. My lips seal over hers, making her melt against me with a filthy kiss. Gemma shudders and grips the material of my shirt beneath my school blazer.
While I have her distracted and pliant, I slide a foot between hers and kick her legs apart. I swallow the noise that leaves her, muffling her feeble protest. I kiss her deeper as I slide my fingers up her thigh.
“Lucas,” Gemma says in a rush after ripping away from the kiss. “What are you—?”
She cuts off when I reach her underwear. I hold her wide-eyed stare as I tease my fingers over her, tracing up and down her pussy.
“Hmm, you’re not wet enough if I can’t feel drenched panties.” I slip past the waistband of her underwear and bite my lip when she gasps. She’s so warm and soft. I glide my fingers over her folds, releasing a dark chuckle when she tries to clamp her legs shut to trap me. “Too late, baby. This is your punishment for ignoring me.”
“Lucas!” Gemma pleads, tugging on fistfuls of my shirt. She looks around and whispers, “This is—we can’t—not here!”
Gemma bites down hard on her lip to muffle herself when I rub her clit. Her eyes flutter, then snap open again. She shakes her head at me, her words fleeing.
I grin and nod, kissing an uneven trail across her cheek as I move my fingers against her. She tries to fight me, but I know I’m making her feel good.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Gemma mumbles, burying her face in my neck.
“I know.” I make her look at me again. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I can’t! You can’t expect me to—nngh!”
I adjust my hand to cup her pussy. She’s getting wetter by the minute, making sweet sounds as I tease her. I push a finger over her hole and watch the conflict dance across her face.
The minute she surrenders with a tiny nod, I slide it inside and kiss her hard. She opens for me right away, her tongue meeting mine. She’s hot and tight and wet.
I muffle a groan into her mouth and add a second finger. Gemma’s grip on my shirt flexes, her nails digging crescents into my pecs.
My cock is hard, straining in my pants. Heat pulses through me along with a crashing wave of possessiveness. I’m claiming Gemma right here in the parking lot, against her car, students milling around as they leave.
The only thing hiding us is my body covering Gemma and the cars we’re wedged between.
I curl my fingers and Gemma gasps, the hot puff of air hitting my neck as she tears her mouth from mine.
“Lucas.” It’s a wrecked whisper.
She lifts her eyes to mine. They glisten with the wetness of tears. I swipe a thumb beneath her eye to catch a tear and suck it into my mouth. A shuddering breath rattles out of her as she presses her hips against my hand, seeking more.
“Hey.”
Gemma freezes, eyes wide with the terror of being caught, but I don’t stop. I keep pumping my fingers in her without missing a beat as Devlin walks by the row of cars we’re in. I don’t break eye contact with her, twisting my fingers. She swallows around a restrained moan she can’t quite contain.
“What’s up, man?” A wild grin crosses my face as I block the sight of what I’m doing to Gemma from Devlin as I call out to him. “Beers on the boat later?”
“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll meet you at your house.” Devlin’s voice drifts away as he moves on. “Later.”
Gemma’s lip wobbles and more tears fall. I fuck her faster with my fingers, eating up the flush in her face, the shine of wetness in her eyes, the way she shivers and parts her lips for me.
Her pussy clenches on my fingers and a deep rumble resonates in my chest.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Are you ready?” I whispering to her between kisses. “Are you going to fall apart on my fingers?”
Gemma mewls.
“Come for me, baby.”
Her body tenses and she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gemma grits out in a choked whine.