Chapter 4
Her words hit me like a punch, my c**k jumping in my pants, swelling thick and hard under the desk. I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs to hide the bulge, but it only made the friction worse, pre-c*m soaking through.
“Sophie, seriously, not here,” I hissed back, my face hot, but my eyes darted to her chest anyway, remembering exactly how those full t**s had looked last night—round and heavy in black lace, n*****s dark and stiff, pressing forward like they were trying to escape the fabric.
She chuckled softly, the sound low and private, her lips brushing the shell of my ear again.
“Why not? No one’s paying attention. Bet your d**k’s rock hard right now, thinking about my n*****s getting stiff for you. Or maybe Bella’s—hers are probably poking through her shirt already, are
