She laughs at him, wanting more

She let out a small, almost pitying laugh, tapping my nose with one finger. “No,” she murmured. “Of course not.”

My brow creased, confused but hopeful.

She leaned back again, her smile tilting. “You think I’d stop after you got me this wound up? After getting this lovely video with your face in it that says you’re stuck doing whatever I want?” She tapped the phone once again. “I’ve been dripping since I showed you that photo.”

I swallowed. “Mia, this has gone way too far al–”

Her finger touched my mouth, signaling me to stop speaking. “Amelia told me how good you felt,” she whispered. “How full she felt. And how long she couldn’t walk right.”

My pulse throbbed in my throat.

“I want that,” she added. “I want to feel you, just like she did.” She wasn’t done playing with me yet.

She laid out across my desk, her school uniform askew. The white blouse was spread open, the edge of her bra slightly askew where her breasts shifted beneath the light cotton. Her skirt was bunched around her hips, thighs spread and knees bent, heels still hooked on the desk’s edge.

I sat in my chair between them; my arms threaded beneath her raised knees. I could feel my hands trembling against the panties that were only partially covering her now that no one was putting effort into keeping it aside. My gaze drifted down, lingering, then flicked back up to her face.

“Mia…” my voice came out hoarse. “We shouldn’t…”

Her head lifted as she smiled again. “That’s not a real no.”

I swallowed hard, but didn’t move. Didn’t try to adjust her skirt. Didn’t even look away. “Somebody could come by anytime. We’re already past when our meeting should’ve ended.”

She hummed, dragging her heel lightly along the side of my arm. “Then be quiet, and get to work before someone comes to check on us.”

“Mia…”

“You want to know what else Amelia told me?” she said, almost coaxing now. “She said it felt so good, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way you stretched and filled her.” Her right leg moved, coming to scratch her heel along my back. “She said she didn’t even mean to go that far. That you sweet-talked her until she couldn’t help herself. You just completely wore her down until she caved. Just like you’re caving now.”

My grip on her legs tightened, another quiet grunt slipping from my throat, and I buried my mouth in the soft thigh alongside my face to try and hide the noise. She leaned her head back against the desk, allowing her hands to start to roam her stomach.

“Amelia said you were worth it though, even if it was reckless. Even if she got caught,” her voice sounded airy, and almost distant.

My chair scraped back suddenly.

She lifted her head just in time to see me rise to my feet with no warning. My hands caught under her legs as I stood, bringing them up with me until her ankles rested on my shoulders. The shift left her open and completely **** to me, her back lifting just slightly from the desk in response to the **** of my hands along her legs when I stood.

“Oh,” she said, lips parting. Her eyes lit up with mischief. “That got to you, didn’t it?”

I stepped closer, to the edge of the desk where she lay, her thighs spreading wider to make room for me to see without hesitation.

“Are we really going to do this?” I asked, voice rough.

She reached up, sliding her hands slowly from her abdomen, and up over her ribs until her fingers slipped under the bottom of her bra. In one fluid motion, she pulled it up and over, baring herself to me, offering me an unobstructed view of her breasts, completely unashamed.

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