The Competition

Viktor

With the competition only a week away, the pressure is on. The lab feels like a second home these days. We have our major first period after culinary arts, which means there's no time to waste. I walk into the lab, my mind already buzzing with ideas and calculations. I work calmly, knowing that I am almost done with my project.

In Culinary Arts, I can't help but glance over at Yelena a few times. She's lost in her work, her focus unwavering. Deciding to break the tension, I call her over. "Hey, can you taste the caramel? Just to make sure it's not burned." I watch as she takes the spoon, her eyes locked with mine. My heart races as I feel the heat of her fingers brushing against mine. As she brings the caramel to her lips, I can't help but imagine how soft they would feel against mine again. "Good?" she nods, her eyes still closed in concentration as she savors the taste. I reach out and cupping her cheek with my hand. She opens her eyes and looks up at me with a half-smile. I gently tilt her head back, my thumb brushing her lips. "You have caramel on your lips." Her lips part slightly as she leans forward and catches my thumb in her mouth. She slowly sucks off the caramel, her eyes locked with mine the whole time. I can't help but get a jerk when she releases my thumb and her tongue flicks out to trace her lips. We're at the last station, so no one can see what unholy shit she's doing, and I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I reach out, my hand wrapping around her neck as I pull her into a kiss. The caramel on her lips mixes with our tongues as we kiss deeply, the spoon clattering to the floor forgotten. "Fuck," I pull away, my hand still wrapped around her neck as I stare into her eyes. Her lips are swollen and red from our kiss, her eyes glazed with lust. I can't resist another kiss, my hand sliding down to cup her cheek. "Behave, we're in class. So now you're back for me and not Sofia?" I grab her arm and pull her out of the classroom, giving the professor the most common excuse we always use. Stomach ache. Once we're in the empty hallway, I spin her around to face me, my hand wrapping around her jaw as I force her to look up at me.
"Watch your mouth, Katsaros."
"Or what, Viktor?"
"Or I'll fuck it."
"I dare you," she says, looking at me fiercely. "On your knees, Malyshka." I watch her sink to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. The dim light from the chandelier dances across her features, making her almost ethereal, and I gently push her head down, guiding her mouth to my hardness. She wraps her lips around me, her warm mouth enveloping my length. I let out a low moan as she begins to bob her head, her hand wrapped around the base of my dick, stroking in time with her mouth.I reach down and run my fingers through her hair as she continues. Her tongue swirls around me, driving me crazy with each stroke.She takes me deeper, her throat working against my tip as I start to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth as she sucks me closer to the edge. I can hear her softly gag, but she doesn't stop, her hands gripping my hips as she continues. I can't hold out much longer and with one last thrust I burst into her mouth, my orgasm shooting through me like an arrow. "Don't swallow," I tell her, chest heaving, my hand running up her chin before she parted her lips allowing me to see my seed in her mouth. "Swallow." She swallows every drop, her eyes still locked with mine. The fire in her gaze matches the one in me as she slowly rises to her feet, a smirk on her lips. My hand reaches for her neck and I press my lips against hers, tasting myself on her lips. I tuck myself back in and let my lips fall to her neck as I push her against the wall, hugging her frame.
"Hey, class is almost over, let's get back."
"I told them you had a stomachache," she laughs, "this feels a little personal."
"Please, let me hug you like this," she stays still, her hands wrapped around my neck.