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in the staffroom - melissa schemmenti ˢ

"What was that?" Melissa asked from the entrance of the room as she leaned against the doorframe.

"What was what, Mel?" You replied with a puzzled expression, looking up from your book. "I didn't hear anything." Melissa furrowed her brows, staring daggers at you, before slowly stepping into the staff room. The silence in the room was almost deafening, making Melissa's question even more perplexing.

"I saw the way he was looking at you," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, "undressing you with his eyes." You chuckled and shook your head, amused. "Oh, come on, Mel. You know he's just a harmless flirt. Don't read too much into it." Melissa rolled her eyes, but a small smirk played on her lips as she settled into the chair across from you, taking a seat.

"Maybe so," she replied, "but may you remind me who you belong to, pretty girl?" Raising an eyebrow at her playful tone, you responded. "I belong to you, always," you replied with a smile, reaching out to hold her hand. Melissa's smirk widened into a grin. "Show me." You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her smile against your own. "See? All yours," you whispered, feeling a rush of warmth at the affection between you two.

"Table. Now," the redhead ordered, her eyes darkening with desire. "Mel, this is the staff room!" You whispered, trying to keep your voice down, and glanced around nervously, aware of the surroundings. "I don't care," she said firmly, pulling you towards the nearest empty table with her manicured nails digging into your arm. "I need you now. Besides, it's after hours; no one is here," she added, her voice husky with need.

You couldn't resist her commanding tone and followed her willingly, unwilling to deny her what she wanted.

As you sat down, she wasted no time in pulling you close and pressing her lips against yours, the taste of her lipstick lingering on your mouth. Your hands went straight to her ginger hair, intentionally tangling in the soft strands as you deepened the kiss. Melissa's hands roamed over your body, not missing anywhere. You glanced around once more, the thrill of possibly being caught adding to the excitement.

She pushed you gently back onto the table, her lips never leaving yours. The scent of her perfume enveloped you—a heady mix of flowers and something distinctly Melissa. Her kisses became more urgent and her hands more demanding as she pulled at your clothes, wanting to feel every inch of you.

You tried to stay quiet, the fear of being caught mingling with the pleasure you felt. Melissa's movements were confident and commanding, her desire for you evident in every touch and kiss.

Her lips travelled down your neck as you struggled to keep your breathing steady. ''Please, Mel,'' you whimpered, your voice barely above a breath, filled with vulnerability.

''How about you make me feel good before I give you what you want, hm doll?''

You nodded eagerly, causing Melissa's smirk to grow wider as she guided your hands to explore her body. Your lips traced a path of kisses along her collarbone, feeling her shiver under your touch. It was rare that anyone made her feel like this, but you were the exception.

Melissa's hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she let out a soft moan. You wasted no time and removed her shirt, revealing lacy black lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly.

"You're going to regret making me wait, doll."

''I doubt that,'' you whispered, your voice filled with confidence as you continued to explore her body with eager hands.

Kissing down her stomach, you felt her pulse quicken beneath your lips, a silent plea for more. You continued to tease her, knowing that the anticipation was driving her wild. As you trailed kisses along her inner thighs, Melissa's breath hitched, her body arching towards you.