Page 71 of The Cheerleader is Off Limits

“I’m sitting in a room alone with you on school property because I can’t stay away from you. What do you think?”

“I’m nineteen,” I tell him.

“I’m aware.”

“I’ll be twenty in December, actually.”

“I’ll be thirty-nine before then.” He snorts.

“A nineteen-year age gap isn’t that bad.”

“It is when she’s in high school.”He says immediately.

“I won’t be in high school forever,” I rebut.

He leans his head back against his chair. “I wish you weren’t now.”

“How about we forget that thought for a minute,” I offer.

“Impossible,” he grumbles.

“Remember that night you took pictures?” I whisper, and his eyes flash to mine.

“Now is not the time to talk about that.”

“I think about that often. How hot we looked. How much I wish I had those pictures to look at while I touched myself.”

“Sloane…” His voice croaks.

I trail my fingertips down my neck and over my breasts and down my body. I spread my legs under my desk and slip my fingers beneath the waistband of my cheer skirt and under the thin shorts. “That picture of your tattooed hand wrapped around my throat goes through my mind on a loop. Your dick wedged in my mouth with my wet lips wrapped around you.” I rub my finger over my sex, and I shudder in response when I make contact with my clit.

“What…” He leans over the desk, and I think from the angle he might be able to tell what I’m doing. His hand finds his face as he looks at me in shock. “You’re… unbelievable.” His brown eyes are wide, but something is hidden beneath the shock. Almost like he’s impressed or intrigued or…horny.

“Do you think about those pictures? Ever wish you didn’t delete them?”I whisper, while continuing to rub my pussy.

His eyes are still trained on the space between my legs. “Fucking daily.”

“Next time, we should keep them.”

“So sure there will be a next time?”

“The way your hand is rubbing your dick is a dead giveaway.” I smirk, and he looks down at himself as if he didn’t even know he was doing that to begin with.

He shakes his head. “It’s like I can’t control myself around you.”

“Unbuckle your pants and put your hand on your dick.”I instruct him.

“I… can’t do that.”He shakes his head but the way his eyes are still boring into me while his arm moves, I’m beginning to think he definitely can.

“Are there cameras in here or something?”

“Of course not.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Then do it.”

“It’s too risky.” I dart my eyes toward the door before turning back to him, and with my eyes locked on his, I slowly slide my bloomers out from under my skirt. His eyes are locked on my movements, and I wonder if he’s even breathing. “Sloane.”

“If you don’t want to join me, then… you can just watch.” I ghost my fingers over my sensitive clit before letting out a sigh. “Do you want me to show you how I get myself off every night while I think about you? I mean… I don’t have my vibrator with me, obviously, but sometimes I use my fingers.”