It was our secret and it felt all the dirtier because of it. Shivers racked my body every time Kevin took his pinky and brushed it across the dark mark left on my forearm, just to remind me of how it got there. If someone asked if I was cold, I had to hold back a laugh because I was actually burning with desire.
When the bell rang at the end of lunch, we packed up our stuff and headed to class. Kevin and I both had study period but in different areas of the school. He walked me to the library, and before I stepped away, he gripped my bicep and tugged me closer so he could whisper in my ear.
“Meet me in the theater, behind the stage.”
Backing into my room, I nodded, taking in his smirk and heated eyes scanning my bare legs. I’d taken to wearing skirts despite it being winter because I loved the way it tortured Kevin or gave him a way to touch me in subtle brushes that appeared accidental. But we both knew.
Sitting down for just enough time to get settled, I got up to leave.
“Can I help you, Miss Montgomery?” the librarian asked.
“Just a restroom break.”
“Don’t take too long. No roaming the hallways,” she warned. I nodded and made a note to enter in the back door of the library on my way back in so she wouldn’t notice how long I was gone.
Walking into the theater, I took in the empty seats and made my way to the stage. Behind the curtain, equipment from the recent play littered the area. The darkness made it difficult to see, and I was careful not to trip over a prop or chord. Moving to the wings, I almost screamed when an arm wrapped around my waist and the other around my mouth, pulling me back into a hard body.
“Don’t scream. Don’t move,” Kevin growled into my ear.
“Fuck, Kevin,” I sputtered once his hand dropped from my mouth. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Good.” He ran his hand along the outside of my thigh and then under my skirt, reaching for my panties. He fisted the waistband and tugged them down.
“What the hell are you doing?” My breath sawed in and out of my chest, feeling exposed with the black lace tangled around my knees. He didn’t answer, but I felt his hand unbuckling his pants and brushing against my bottom. “Kevin . . .” I said again, but he flipped my skirt up, and used his arm around my waist to yank me higher into contact with his hard cock before tearing open a condom wrapper.
“Going to fuck you, Ana.”
I was throbbing, aching. God, the way he’d snuck up on me and just begun tugging my clothes out of the way. The way he hadn’t asked, just moved me where he wanted me. The fact that we were in school, where anyone could catch us. All of it was setting my body on fire.
“Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.” He shifted his hips and without warning, he pushed inside me in one shove.
I groaned, unable to hold back every sound. I was wet, but Kevin was big and he hadn’t prepared me in any way, so it burned. And I loved it. He barely pulled back before he pushed in again. His thrusts were quick and deep. The frantic pace he set added to the intensity of being caught.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Come for me. We don’t have much time.”
One hand splayed on his thigh, holding on, and the other moved between my legs to rub at my clit. The theater was so silent that our heavy breathing and quiet moans sounded like shouts. I felt like we were daring someone to come in and watch us.
I thought I was going to draw blood from biting my lips when Kevin’s hand roughly pinched my nipple beneath my shirt causing me to hold back my scream. There was no relief, he held on to my tip and squeezed, the burn shooting straight down to my throbbing core.
I wondered what we would look like to someone who stumbled upon us. Locked together, his body pressed to my hunched back as he rutted against me like an animal in heat. His fingers latched on to my breast and my hand moving furiously between my legs.
Just the thought—creating the image in my head—set me off. “Ke-Kevin,” I cried out on a breath, desperate to stay quiet as I arched up onto my toes and let the waves of pleasure pour over me. He clamped his hand over my parted lips to hold in the cries of my orgasm and buried his head into my back, letting his moans vibrate through my chest.
My whole body shook when I came down from my high. Our bodies both leaned forward as our chests heaved in sync from the effort it took to fuck so quickly.