Desk of Desire

Harper's POV

I pin Liam against the wall in front of my class room, his shoulders in my grasp.

The corridor was clear, but anyone could pass by at any moment.

My heart pounds at the danger, but that only makes me more aroused to him.

He's my star pupil, always so obedient in class, but now his eyes widen in shock and lust.

I lean in, body against him, and whisper low, 'You know we've been waiting weeks to get here. Let's do it.'

He takes in a sharp breath, place his hands at my waist.

I move one hand down across his chest , feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt, down to his belt.

I slowly unzip it, eyes locked on him flush.

The buckle swings open and then I push his trousers down, sliding in to wrap my hand around his veiny cock.

He's already hard, large in my hand, and I slide it a few times, watching him shiver. 'Good boy,' I whisper, low and tight in my throat.

I want him to know I am in charge here.

I step back far enough to turn him around and push him backwards over the desk that is behind us.

I, papers scattered across it but I don't care.

I bend him over it, hands on top, ass sticking out a bit. He looks back at me, lips parted, waiting.

I return to my position on my knees behind him—no, no, his dick needs to be in my mouth. I turn him half way around so he's leaning over the desk toward me, hips on the edge.

Perfect.

I get down on my knees and pull his pants down under his hard dick. It's standing straight up, veins throbbing, tip already coated with precum. I moisten my lips and lean forward, slowly taking the head.

My tongue in the back, tasting salt, and I move a bit further south,

tonguing gently at first.

He's making a low moan, swallowed like he's gulping it down.

I've got the base in my hand, doing both as I'm nodding my head, going deeper with each stroke. My mouth's engulfing his penis, lips opening, and I'm lowering my cheeks to accommodate more. Saliva falls down, moistening it.

I glance up at him, contorted face with orgasm, look at me.

Don't make a noise, I whisper, pausing to catch my breath, still outlining with hand.

He nods, clenched jaw.

I'm sucking him madly again, my throat opening to take him nearly whole. My other hand had wrapped around his balls, rolling them softly between my fingers, feeling them tense up. The desk creaks under his weight as he shifts, but we do make it last, keep it slow.

I want to feel him throb on my tongue before I let him go.

A minute, two, and he's gasping, hips jerking spasmodically.

I throw my head back, standing and scratching my face on the back of my hand. 'Not yet,' I tell him, I push him back against the desk so his chest bumps into it.

I pull up my skirt, no underwear today—just this.

My tender, wet pink cunt rides him from behind, no, the other way.

I pin him on his back on the desk, paper crunching under him. He's big enough to fill, legs dangling off the edge.

I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, and bring his dick to my wet dripping pussy .

, and I sink onto him slowly, each inch filling me up.

I breathe softly, because he's filling me all the way to the top, bottoming out.

I straddle him, grinding some to feel something, hands on his chest to keep him in place.

'Don't move,' I moan, rocking my hips. Up and down, slow at first, his dick in and out, lubricated by my wetness.

I ride him slowly but hard, faster now, my clit rubbing against his base with each thrust.

He clenches the edges of desks, white-knuckled fists, gazing up at me across that combination of devastation and wonder.

I leaned down to his chest , my breast and erected nipples touching him, And I kiss him briefly but not for long, tongues colliding before I break away to continue with the fucking .

My pussy contracts around him, pulling him further into me, and I tighten inside my womb.

We do not talk but pant and slurp wet nacked bodies slapping together as I pound him harder.

His cock fucks me, thrusting deeper still.

I grow wilder, stealing rhythm, forcing him to let me do it my way.

Sweat appears on his brow, and I let my hand slide down and tease my clit, sending myself soaring.

The orgasm is silent but wild—my walls tighten around him hard on his dick, milking him as I shudder, lip bitten to keep quiet.

Cum spurts out around him, dripping off his balls onto the desk.

That sends him over. His hips jerk once, twice, and he comes hard in me, hot spurt after hot spurt in my pussy.

I can feel it throb, spill, ooze out as I just slowly rock it to completion.

We both stiffen after that, hard-panting, his dick still throbbing inside me.

I move back, forehead to forehead, and whisper, 'Worth the risk.' I then back away slowly, semen running down my leg as I redo my skirt.

He buckles his belt, the two of us looking at the door, thudding our hearts in terror after the close catch .