B-wing bathroom. 5 minutes.
Jack’s text came in as our professor began lecturing on the basics of synapses and neurotransmitters. A warm shiver rippled through my body as I glanced a few rows to the right, catching him staring intently at me already as if he was waiting for me to see that text. Of course, that was exactly what he’d been doing.
One cocky grin from his mouth and a flash of the teeth I loved feeling against my skin had me flushing immediately. He noticed. Of course he did. Which only made the prick grin harder as he raked one of his strong hands through the messy mop of black hair he rocked.
Hair that I liked to dig my fingers into as he put those perfect lips on every private part of my body.
Fuck. No one should be allowed to be that fucking perfect-looking.
I turned away as he stood, taking a steadying breath, as I saw him move out of the lecture hall with my peripheral vision.
I waited until I heard the doors close to the lecture hall, giving it another beat or two before I pocketed my phone and followed after him. My legs were already feeling like jelly as I made my way to the bathroom, where he would be waiting.
We had fifteen minutes before we’d need to slip back into class. It was more than enough time.
The second I pushed open the bathroom door, his large hand was on my throat. He dragged me to him and claimed my mouth with his. His tongue ravished mine as if he had been starving. I matched the fever in that kiss without hesitation. With my heart hammering in my chest, he hoisted me up and carried me to the bathroom counter.
He wasted no time before unbuttoning my jeans, and I leaned back against the mirror, lifting my ass so he could pull them down, not breaking the kiss once as I reached between us and pulled out his cock. I stroked him and ran my thumb over the precum already pulsing out of the tip.
He gripped my hips and dragged me to the edge of the counter, breaking our kiss as he pulled my pink thong aside and spit on my pussy, gripping his cock and slapping my clit with it. I moaned automatically, jolting with each slap against my most sensitive area. I swear my clit throbbed in response.
“Jack, please…” I begged with a whimper.
The begging was unnecessary, though, because he was already burying himself inside of me, making us both groan as he used my hips for leverage to bottom out inside me, fucking me so deep it hurt so good.
He repeated those deep thrusts, forcing sharp whimpers out of me as he hit my cervix over and over. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I gripped onto his arms to steady myself against the force of his thrusts.
“Oh my fucking god,” I moaned, already feeling the urgent deepening pressure building inside of my abdomen.
“You like that, baby?” He growled. “You like my big cock fucking you hard like that.”
I whimpered in agreement. “Harder, please, harder,” I begged.
He was happy to oblige. All but dragging me off the counter as he gripped my ass so he could fuck me harder. I had to clamp both my hands over my mouth to prevent the entire student body from hearing what we were up to. Not that it helped that much. The sharp slap sounds of his pelvis against my ass echoed in the bathroom around us.
“Fuck, Quinn,” he grunted, sweat starting to form on his brow. “Your pussy is so fucking wet and so fucking tight.”
I reached a hand for him—needing him—he met my eyes and reached over my body for my throat instead. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned in complete ecstasy as I held his hand in place, feeling the telltale signs that I was about to cum.
“Good girl, you fucking cum on my dick,” he purred, sensing the tightening of my pussy on his huge dick. “Cum on me, baby.”
I fucking came.
So fucking hard that my legs started to twitch uncontrollably, and I dug my nails into the hand he had around my neck like a necklace. My pussy clamped so fucking hard on his cock I brought him over that cliff with me.
With a fierce groan, he slammed his cock into me as far as he could, flooding me with every drop of his cum. Neither of us thought to care that I wasn’t on any birth control, not remembering that he probably should have pulled out since he didn’t wear a condom. With the way my pussy was gripping onto his cock, I doubted he would have been able to pull out anyway. Plus, it felt way too good.
With his hand on my neck, he brought my mouth back to his as he pulled out of me and readjusted my thong back into place, trapping his cum in my panties before he pulled back and put himself back into his pants.
My hands trembled as I pulled up my jeans and hopped off the counter, feeling totally off balance as I buttoned them, acutely aware of his cum soaking through my thong.
He cupped my face between his hands and sucked out my soul with his kiss one last time before giving me a wink and heading back to the lecture hall.
I turned to the mirror, fixing the just-fucked mess that was my hair, when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I chuckled as I read his text.
I’ll pick up plan B before coming to your dorm later. x
