Page 72 of The Cheerleader is Off Limits

He’s leaning fully over the desk, his eyes fully transfixed on what’s happening beneath my desk. “Can you see?” The desk has plenty of room from where the desk ends to where the chair begins, making it easy to see under the desk, which is why so many students get caught on their phones.

“Yeah.”

I lift my skirt even higher, revealing my entire sex to him, and his head drops to his desk as he lets out a low guttural growl. “You’re going to be the death of me, Sloane Hunter.”

“No, never.” I gasp. “I won’t let this destroy you, I promise.”

“You can’t promise me something like that,” he says, then he’s back in his chair, and I hear the sound of jeans being unzipped.

A grin flashes across my face, and he shakes his head. “When you smile at me like that, I’ll give you whatever you want. That fucking dimple is lethal.”

“I could say the same about your face.” I giggle. “Now touch yourself for me.”

“I am,” he tells me, and while I can’t see anything because his desk covers everything, I can see his arm moving up and down, and I can visualize. “Eyes on me,” he demands.

“Yes, Mr. Kincaid.”

“Fuuuuck.” His nostrils flare, and I watch as his teeth sink into his bottom lip.Damn, that is hot.

This whole thing is hot.

Masturbating with my teacher in the middle of detention.

This is insane.

And yet I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to stop it.

“You can’t tell a soul.”

“Tell them what? This is just detention. Which…” I shrug. “I don’t really need to abide by it because I’m nineteen. I could get up and leave if I really wanted.”

“Keep your ass in that seat,” he says. “You can get up when you make that pretty pussy come all over those perfect fingers.”

“Oh, fuck yes. There’s the River Kincaid I know.” I giggle before letting out a whimper when I slip my fingers inside and begin to thrust a little faster.

“Trust me, he’s been here. Just… trying to do the right thing?” I can tell he’s increasing his speed because his words are coming out a little faster and a little more erratically.

“How’s that working out for you?”

“Not…fuck…” His eyes flutter closed. “Great.”

“Can I come over later?” I ask, trying my luck. I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say, but hopefully we can reach a compromise.

“No.” He shakes his head, but I barely hear any conviction in his voice.Maybe I can work with that.

“Please?” My voice sounds like pure sex in my own ears, so I know River has to be hanging on by a thread.

“Sloane…”

“So we can mess around here but not… at your house?”

He lets out a deep breath through his nostrils. “We shouldnotbe doing either.”

“But at your house, I can get naked.”I offer and the thought of being naked in River’s bed again gets me even wetter.

“No.”