A/N: this part is from Foster's pov 🤭
~F O S T E R~
I know two things as I storm out of the lunch room: one, my friends are assholes. And two, I need to find somewhere to jack off.
Last period, I zoned out while staring at Quinn, letting my thoughts wander a bit too far, and I've been hard since. It's uncomfortable at this point, and it's not going away.
She wasn't at lunch, she usually isn't, but I still watched for her. As I always do. I don't care that she's too good for me, I would treat her the way she deserves. I would treat her like a fucking Queen. I would just beg for her to let me be selfish and have her.
I don't even know where I'm going at this point, I'm practically wandering the halls. I'm about to turn a corner when a loud moan echos out from a classroom down the hall. I freeze, turning toward the origin of the sound. Curiosity gets the best of me as I silently creep down the hall to the classroom, peering into the glass window.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Inside the classroom I see Quinn spread out on a desk, three fingers buried in her core. She's moaning, panting, and I can hear the wet sound of her fingers. I almost come at the sight of it.
This is not helping my painfully hard cock.
Without even meaning to, my hand goes to adjust myself in my pants, but it feels too good to let go. I watch every movement of her wet fingers slipping in and out. Her pace quickens. I move my hand a little.
I decide that the pants are all too restricting, and pull them slightly down my hips, completely forgetting where I am. The only thing in my blank mind is the image of Quinn riding her fingers on a desk, face flushed, eyes closed. As I pull my underwear down too, stroking myself, the thought crosses my mind that she's probably thinking of someone's fingers between her legs. The only fingers between her legs should be mine, and every nerve in my body is screaming to go in that room and show her. But I don't want to scare her away, so, for now, all I can do is watch. Not that I'm complaining.
"God, don't stop." She moans and I growl approvingly. If it were me between her legs, I would never stop, not unless she wanted me to. With her permission, I'd fuck her until the only thing she can remember is my name.
The grip I have on my cock tightens, and I imagine that around it isn't my fist, but her tight heat, sucking me in so well.
I hear myself moaning quietly, "Oh god, you take my cock so well. Like a good little girl." My voice is trembling, rough, and hardly a whisper. I'm close. Apparently so is she, because she speeds her pace, her hips undulating, fingers disappearing and resurfacing from her tight pussy, slick with her arousal.
Just then, she says something. A name. My name. I almost come again, but only allow myself a moments hesitation before grabbing for the handle. I don't even take into consideration my state of undress, because if she's thinking about me, then I want — need — to give her the real thing; for both of our sakes. Her fingers don't stop, I don't expect them to. Whatever she wants. She comes while looking into my eyes, and I almost come too. But no, not yet, I tell myself. Quinn first.
Her face is red, almost as if she's ashamed of what she's done, and I would do anything to get rid of that look of uncertainty. So I pounce, kicking the door shut in my way.
One moment I'm standing in the doorway, the next, I'm in front of her, my face pausing inches away from hers.
"Hello, darling." I purr, trying to reassure her.
She still looks nervous.
"H-hi." A moment of pause "I'm so, so sorr—" I cut her off by grabbing her chin between her thumb and index finger. Forcing her to look at me.
"Don't apologize," I growl. But that only seems to frighten her more. I realize I'm taking the wrong approach. I take a deep breath, and hope she reads the tenderness in my eyes. I move forward. Standing between her still spread legs, towering over her. "Hey," I say gently, bring up a hand to brush along her cheek. She shivers and leans into my hand. I lean in and murmur into her ear, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I almost came just watching." She lets out a breath that sounds like something between a moan and a gasp. "So responsive." I say.
"Wait." She says, and jerks back, away from me. I immediately take a step away, giving her all the room she needs, but still staying close.
"What's wrong?" I ask tentatively.
"This is a joke, isn't it? One of your friends put you up to it." She looks at me as if she's just solved a master puzzle, that that is the only solution.
"What?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"You're just trying to find a way to humiliate me." She spits.
I stare at her. "There's no joke. I almost just came watching you touch yourself, I'm so incredibly, painfully hard because of you. It isn't a joke."
"Well I don't think I believe you." She replies.
"Very well. I suppose I'll have to prove it to you."
Something hungry shifts in her eyes. I prowl forward a step. "Please, Quinn. I am begging for you. Please let me touch you, kiss you, fuck you." I say brushing my lips along her exposed neck. "Claim you."
She gasps and moves her head to the side, giving me better access.
"Good Girl." I murmur against her skin. "Such a good girl for me." She wrenches herself away suddenly, and I think I fucked up. I'm only allowed to think that for a moment, though. Because soon enough, she's grabbed the collar of my shirt, hauling my mouth to hers.
