Unrequited

Ch. 13 - The Return

AN: Just a tad more Geto in here! But we getting back to it! :)

With the group dismissed, the plan to begin the next day with a visit to the school, Suguru continued to hold you close in the empty room.

"Are you ready to go back?" He asked you, his velvety smooth voice humming into your ear drum as you leaned against his chest - his body reclined in the seat that he took. "Ready to see everyone we've left behind?" His phrasing was almost sad, as if a piece of him was also still attached.

"I'm...not sure," you whispered, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to experience the pleasure - just as you always had with him throughout these years despite not being romantically involved.

"Excited to see Nanami," he continued to tease despite your answer, your body feeling his hardening length against your bottom.
You had no idea about Kento. It was something you and Satoru refused to bring up during your calls. His name hadn't left your lips since 2010.

You remained quiet, trying to shove his name out of your head as Suguru came up to grab one of your breasts from under your shirt. His hand struggled underneath the underwire of your bra but settled against the soft, supple skin - fingertips toying with your now erect nipple.
The twinge of sensitivity given by his fondling sent a message to the rest of your body, your abdomen now tingling with anticipation and your brain able to successfully block out thoughts.

"Geto..." you struggled to get his name out as his other free hand began to travel under the waistband of your jeans. "This is a public space..." you gasped as his fingertips pressed against your clit, the pressure tight considering he was two layers underneath tight clothing.

"I don't care," he chuckled lowly, removing his hand from your chest to skillfully remove the button of your pants to loosen his movements. His fingertips now toying with your folds, your body leaned against his further to adjust and allow him to enter.

His middle and ring fingers curled up and in, arm curled around to the front of your body as you writhed on top of him.
The power he suddenly had over years of collecting money and curses gave him quite the ego, and the way you unraveled for him just made it worse - a sickeningly sweet, cocky smile on his face as you sighed and moaned from the painfully and pleasurably slow movements he provided with his digits.
Your hands tightly gripped the armrests of the chair you were sat in, your chest heaving and head falling back on his shoulder as you felt the flame grow and expand in your belly. His low chuckles continued to reverberate against your back, intensifying as you reached your edge and over - his mind feeding off of your reactions.

"Suguru...please!" You gasped as his pace increased despite you already soaking through your pants from your first orgasm. You needed to be filled. It didn't matter that it was Suguru.

He stood up, leaving you a wreck as you fell back on the cushion. He quickly began disrobing the complex garment until he was fully displayed in front of you, your face red and drunk with anticipation. Your mind felt completely fogged over as he approached you again.
He began to assist in disrobing you, tugging your shirt over your head and yanking your pants from around your ankles.

Now fully exposed, Suguru quickly grabbed your ankles and threw them over his shoulders - not wanting to waste any more time out of the hunger he felt to just feel something. You were folded in half as he lined up with your drenched center. His feet were spread on the floor to keep balance with the way your body folded against the chair, his hands gripping your legs as he carefully lined up.
His body shivered as his tip pushed past the your folds and into your silky core, your warm, wet walls bringing some kind of comfort for what he missed over the years.
Once he was bottomed out, he picked up the pace - slick shaft pulling and pushing from you with ease. Your hands still gripped the armrest as you were crunched in the small chair, the force of some of his thrusts moving the chair toward the wall.