DIRTY BLOOD | TR ✔︎

NINE ➢ RIDDLE

The moment we're back in the classroom, I'm kick the door shut, casting a quick locking and silencing charm on the room.

Kaeda's all over me, her wet hair stuck to my fingers as I'm leaning down to connect our lips. Her hands are shooting to the shirt I'm wearing, fumbling with the buttons.

Frustrated, she yanks the shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere as she lets the shirt fall to the ground. Her hands are all over me, on my chest, on my scars, on my shoulders. She's touching anywhere she can reach.

I lift her off her feet, my hands on her ass up the back of her shirt. Her thighs are around my waist and I drop her to Snape's desk, pressing my hand to her chest.

Her back is flat against the wood and she uses her thighs to pull my hips closer to hers.

"Fuck, Kaeda." I say, my voice dripping with arousal. "You're so desperate for me and I haven't even touched you yet."

She grumbles in annoyance, trying and failing to reach for the button of my pants.

"Not yet, little mouse. I want to take this nice and slow." I tell her, my hands shooting to her hips.

I pull her to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs apart. Her skirt bunches up her thighs, revealing the damp violet thong she wore in the water. Only now, it's soaked for a different reason.

I drag my fingers up the outside of her thighs and beneath the skirt. Her hips swivel in attempt for friction, but to no avail. I tug at the sides of her panties, sliding them down her legs and stuffing them into my pocket.

Sitting up, she's watching me from above when I roll her skirt up higher.

"Fuck, little mouse." I say softly, my eyes glued to the arousal dripping from her. "You want me so badly, hm?"

"Yes." She whines, her chest rising and falling.

"You'll get me." I tell her. "Just not tonight."

She huffs, her knuckles white against the desk beneath her.

"Tom, please." She begs, pushing her hips towards me.

"Patience, love." I respond, trailing my fingers up her thighs.

Her skin ignites with goosebumps, her hands catching my wrist. She guides my hand to her core, her lip caught between her teeth.

"Please." She asks again, squeezing my wrist. "I need you."

And her pleads have me caving so fast. I swipe my middle and ring fingers through her folds, gathering her arousal on my fingertips.

"Have you ever done this before, little mouse?" I ask her gently.

She immediately shakes her head. "You're the first. I want you to be the first."

I curse under my breath, plunging my middle finger into her. She gasps loudly, her hands clutching onto my shoulders. Her nails stamp crescent moons into my shoulder blades.

"Fuck." She whispers, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "That's so... nice."

"Gods, Kaeda. You're so fucking tight." I tell her.

She's practically squeezing my finger and I've only gotten one into her. I move in and out slowly, her breaths growing harsher with every pump.

Her nails dig at my back, at my arms, at my hair. She tugs on the wavy strands and I can't stop the soft groan leaving my mouth.

She falls back against the desk, pulling me up by the grasp on my hair. Her hands cup my face, pulling me closer and pressing her lips to mine.

My tongue swirls in her mouth and I ease a second finger into her. She moans against my lips and I drop my forehead to her shoulder. I force myself to focus on anything except how hard I am right now.