Cornered

Lyra spent the entire next morning pretending the practice room never happened.

She got to campus early. Sat in the front of every lecture. Kept her headphones in and her eyes on her notes. When people spoke to her, she answered normally. From the outside, nothing looked different.

Then she walked out of her second class and saw Kai leaning against the wall across the hall.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it. The moment she appeared, his eyes found hers, and that same slow, knowing look settled on his face. A couple of his friends were with him. One of them smirked.

Lyra turned the other way.

She made it ten steps before he caught up.

“Ignoring me now?” Kai said, falling into pace beside her. “That’s cute.”

“Leave me alone.”

“No.”

She stopped walking and faced him. “What happened yesterday was a mistake.”

Kai’s mouth curved. “You came on my cock like it was a mistake?”

Heat rushed up her neck. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re still talking to me.” He stepped closer, voice dropping so only she could hear. “Meet me after your last class.”

“I’m not meeting you anywhere.”

“You will.” His eyes flicked over her face. “Or I can start paying attention to you where everyone can see. Your choice.”

He walked away before she could answer.

Lyra spent the rest of the day with her stomach in a knot. Every time she left a room, she half-expected him to be there. Sometimes he was. Sometimes he just watched from a distance, like he wanted her to know he could find her whenever he felt like it.

By the time her last class ended, her nerves were worn thin. She packed slowly, hoping he might get bored and leave. When she finally stepped into the hallway, it was quieter than usual. Most people had already gone.

Kai was waiting at the end of the corridor.

“Don’t,” she said as she approached.

He pushed off the wall. “Come on.”

“I’m going home.”

“No, you’re not.”

He took her wrist and walked her toward the stairwell that led down to the older part of the building — the wing with the unused seminar rooms. Lyra tried to pull free once. His grip only tightened. He checked one door, then another, then pulled her into a small empty classroom and shut it behind them.

The lock clicked.

Lyra turned on him immediately. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“I can.” Kai leaned back against the door. “And you keep showing up.”

“You dragged me here.”

“You walked.”

She hated that he wasn’t wrong. Her pulse was already too fast. The room felt too quiet, too closed off from the rest of campus.

Kai pushed off the door and walked toward her. “You’ve been thinking about yesterday all day.”

“I haven’t.”

“Liar.” He stopped in front of her. “You’ve been walking around tense since morning. Every time you saw me, you looked like you were remembering how I felt inside you.”

“Shut up.”

Kai’s hand settled on her jaw and tilted her face up. “Make me.”

He kissed her hard.

Lyra shoved at his chest. He only pressed closer, walking her backward until the backs of her thighs hit a desk. His mouth moved against hers with rough intent, and his hands were already under her top, palms sliding up her sides. When he pulled the fabric over her head and dropped it, cool air hit her skin.

“Kai—”

“Quiet.”

He unclasped her bra and pushed it off, then lowered his head and closed his mouth over her breast, sucking hard enough to make her breath catch. His hand worked the other side at the same time, thumb stroking until her nipple tightened under his touch. Lyra’s fingers tangled in his hair before she could stop herself.

Kai made a low sound of approval and switched sides, giving the same attention until her breathing turned uneven. Only then did he open her jeans and shove them down with her underwear. He lifted her onto the desk, spread her thighs, and looked down at her without any shame.

“Already wet,” he muttered, dragging two fingers through her folds. “All that attitude, and this is what you’re like when I get my hands on you.”

He pushed the fingers inside her and curled them. Lyra’s head tipped back as a broken sound left her throat. Kai worked her with steady, focused strokes, thumb circling her clit until her thighs started to tremble.

“Fuck—Kai—”

“Not yet.”

He kept her on edge, slowing down every time she got too close, until she was shifting against his hand and soft frustrated sounds were slipping out of her. Only then did he pull his fingers out, open his jeans, and free himself. He was already hard. He rubbed the head of his cock through her wetness before pushing inside in one deep thrust.

The stretch forced a raw sound from both of them. Kai groaned as he sank all the way in, gripping her hips hard.

“Shit. Still so tight.”

He started fucking her with deep, steady strokes. The desk stayed solid beneath her. Every thrust filled her completely and forced short, broken moans out of her throat. Kai’s hands stayed locked on her hips as he took her with controlled intensity.

“Harder,” Lyra breathed.

Kai’s eyes flicked up to hers. “Yeah?”

“Harder.”

He gave it to her harder. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the empty classroom. One of his hands slid between them and rubbed firm circles over her clit in time with his thrusts.

“You feel too fucking good,” he muttered. “Could spend all day inside you.”

Lyra’s fingers dug into his shoulders. “Kai—I’m close—”

“Then come. Come on my cock.”

The orgasm hit her hard. She cried out as her body clenched around him, pulsing in strong waves while he kept thrusting through it. Kai’s control slipped. He drove into her deeper, chasing his own release, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, rough sound, hips pressed tight against her as he emptied himself inside her.

For a long moment afterward, the only sound in the room was their uneven breathing.

Kai stayed inside her, forehead resting against hers, one hand still gripping her thigh. When he finally pulled out, he watched his release slip from her before stepping back just enough to fix his jeans.

Lyra slid off the desk on unsteady legs and pulled her clothes back on with shaking hands. Her pulse was still racing. Her body ached in that same undeniable way as the day before.

Kai watched her the whole time.

“You’re done avoiding me,” he said quietly. “Next time I call you, you come.”

Lyra looked at him, still flushed, still trying to catch her breath. “You’re not in charge of me.”

Kai’s mouth curved, slow and certain.

“Keep telling yourself that.” He unlocked the door, then glanced back at her once more. “See you tomorrow, Lyra.”

He left first.

Lyra stood alone in the empty classroom with the ache of him still between her legs and the clear knowledge that tomorrow would be no different.

He wasn’t going to stop.

And part of her was already starting to stop expecting him to.