Meanwhile, Gia fights back.

As Gia came down from her orgasm, she stared at her boyfriend still pumping into her. Logan’s pace was slowed but constant, still needing release. Gia couldn’t help but think about how worked up she had been all day. How he laughed at her this morning. How he was so late to this she had to start without him. He was still pawing at her when she sat up, forcing his cock out of her with a soft pop.

“We better get back. Lunch is almost over.”

“Wh—what?” Logan mumbled, surprised by the feeling of air on his wet cock. Gia was already pulling her shorts back on and fixing her top.

“You don’t want a third strike, do you? Skipping class isn’t gonna look good.” Gia opened the door and stepped out of her car, her incredulous boyfriend following behind and fumbling with his zipper.

“I didn’t finish,” he whined, struggling to keep pace while tucking his boner into his waistband.

“You’re the one who wanted to tease this morning. We’ll see how you like it.”

Gia kept walking, not looking at him until they were right outside the school doors. She turned on her heel and stopped him with a hand on his chest, which slowly trailed down to the front of his pants and squeezed. She looked up at him.

“I have club tonight, so you’ll have to walk home.” She said, before pecking him on the nose and walking through the doors. Logan was left hungry, horny and, as the bell rang, dangerously late to his English Class.