GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 39: RISKS & THRILL

'Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back'

I gasped uselessly, the air not reaching past my open lips more than the whimpers could pass the barrier of white cloth, and I resolved myself to inhale choked breaths through my nose as my body writhed against the strength seizing it.

"Shh... remember you gotta be quiet, baby," the raspy voice taunted as if I had any control of my body in this instant. "Wouldn't want to get caught, would you?"

I was already caught, caught by a merciless assailant and a legion of tingles following close behind his touch, and I could only surrender to the deliciously overwhelming feeling, my eyes rolling back and my moans turning into cries. Though those were captured by the sinful mouth that replaced the hand, and the devious lips continued the attacks they had started somewhere lower, intoxicating me with this unique taste on the tip of my tongue.

I was helpless to this burning euphoria and to the kisses that traveled slowly along my neck, and when they ended under my ear, I was still a shaky mess.

"Mhm... sweeter each time, little cherry."

I smiled, letting the devil on my shoulder coax me back down, and his husky tone and scandalous words were the only things I was hearing, along with the bangs of my heart, until a loud bell broke the harmony and stopped my heart.

"The class!" I crashed back down on reality, almost literally, as I would have probably fallen down head first if I hadn't been held tightly by two strong arms.

It felt like my body was still floating somewhere high, yet my head was fully back here at school, at the class and presentation I had to attend. Well, technically, I wasn't in any of those. I was at school, but pressed in between brooms and a door that felt colder and colder against my heated skin, in a janitor closet, which had turned into a rocket straight to the sky thanks to the magic powers of my evil genie.

When I'd told Blade I was a little nervous for my presentation yesterday, I hadn't expected him to show up at my school during the lunch break, and even less that he would drag me into a closet to help me to 'chill and forget'.

My muscles were currently as limp as jelly, including my brain, and I'd forgotten where I was. So we could say, he'd once more succeeded.

"I have to go." I tried to free myself from his kisses, or at least, to gather some strength to stand straight.

"Come on... I'm sure you have a second bell or some shit like that... we can squeeze in one more," he drawled out the words, unaffected by the seconds ticking and the faraway rumbling of everyone rushing. "You know what they say: trouble always comes in threes..."

My eyes widened, and the blood rushed to my cheeks upon those words. It wasn't like I could have forgotten this detail when the sparks from those two orgasms were still tickling my skin, but the words out loud and echoing in the dark and narrow space were hitting differently, and maybe also the underlying promise coming with them.

The heat wasn't only spreading on my cheeks, and I really had to stop. Once was desire. Twice was hunger. But three times was...

"It's crazy and too risky." And greedy like his lips as he sucked that sweet spot under my ear.

"But that's what turns you on, right? The madness... the risks of getting caught... the forbidden... the thrill..." The hoarseness of his voice scraped my skin like a knife, and I could feel his intense gaze on me, piercing through me and drinking in each of my reactions to his words: the hitch of my breath, the faint movement of my itchy fingers against the cold wall, my teeth biting on my lower lip, the imperceptible arch of my back closer to him, and I was sure he also caught the leap of my heart when he added,