“What are you doing in here?” I said as he closed the door behind him. The Drama Club closet was fairly large since they had so much stuff. It was almost the size of half a classroom. He sauntered over to me, his gazed fixed on mine, his eyes smoldering with hidden fire. I swallowed. “Christopher . . .”
He stopped right in front of me. I leaned against the desk behind me. He reached and placed his hand on either side of me on the desk. His chest brushed mine.
“We never seem to get enough alone time, so I thought I might take the chance while I had one. No one will notice if we are gone . . .” he murmured as his eyes slid from mine to my lips, and to my neck. His bent and brushed his lips against my neck. He grabbed for my tie loosening it and unbuttoning the first button. His lips travelled to my collar bone. They hovered above it then gently pressed down, leaving my skin hot. I swallowed again and drug in a ragged breath. I felt him smile against my collar bone.
“You smell nice . . . floral almost,” he breathed against my skin.
“It’s my, umm, bodywash . . .” It took everything I had not to let out a moan as his mouth traveled back to my neck. His kissed my jaw then the soft skin beneath my ear. His mouth travelled to my earlobe and he bit it softly. A stifled moan escaped my lips. He sucked it and the traced his tongue around the outside of my ear. I gripped his bare forearms, where the sleeves had been rolled away from and to his elbow. His traced a path of kisses back down my jaw and to mouth. His mouth was gentle and soft, making me want to entwine my fingers in his light, golden hair and yank him to me harder. I slide my hands ups his arms and to his shoulders, where I gripped nearly ferociously. I felt him smile into our kiss. His body pressed against mine and I could feel his growing excitement.
One hand moved from the desk and to my hip, gripping it. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hip making me groan. His other hand moved to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button. When he reached the last button my shirt fell open and to the sides, exposing the binding on my chest. I reached for his shirt and hurriedly undid each button as fast as I could. His hard, sculpted, tan chest felt amazing beneath my fingers. I brushed my fingertips across his abs then right above his belt where his pants hung low. He let out a soft groan, making me smirk. His hand reached behind and undid the metal clasp holding my binding in place. It started unraveling. He reached beneath the folds of fabric and caressed my breast. His hot fingers burnt my skin with undeniable pleasure. I shuddered and grabbed the front of his pants that now bulged with his eager need. I heard him attempt to hold back a gasp, but failed. I bit my lip.
“Christopher, should we really be-” He cut me off with a fierce kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and clashed with mine. His stroked mine with fiery heat. His hand kneaded my breast as the other slipped under the binding to pinch my other breast’s nipple. I shuddered and moaned beneath his firm hands. I rubbed his bulge making his hands move harder against my chest. I sucked in a breath.
Suddenly his hands left my breasts and gripped my hips. He lifted me up and set me on the desk behind me. He yanked the binding off my chest completely and lowered his head. His tongue grazed across my nipple, making me sink my hands into his hair. I groaned at the amazing slickness of his tongue. He sucked and bit softly making me ache for him in places I had never ached before. His tongue moved from my chest and dragged across my stomach. He brought his face back to mine, continuing the fierce kiss from earlier.
My hands slid down his stomach and to the front of his pants once again. I slowly undid his belt. I let it fall to the ground and undid the button on his slacks, unzipping the zipper. I slid my hand onto the front of his underwear gripping it then slowly dragging my finger nails up and down it, making his back arch. His hands reached for my pants, as well, quickly removing my belt, and undoing the button and zipper. My hand slipped from the front of his pants to grip his shoulders again as he yanked off my slacks. He lifted me up just enough to slide the pants from beneath me and let them fall from shoeless feet. Somewhere I had taken of my shoes, but I didn’t know when. The sudden feeling of his fingers across the front of my panties had me gasping for air.
“Still wearing lacy panties even when you’re dressed up as a boy?” he whispered in my ear, his voice husky and seductive. I panted.
“Only for you,” I breathed. He let out a fierce growl of need and pulled my hips against his, grinding slightly. I moaned, unable to hold back. I sucked on his shoulder, most likely leaving a hickey. His strong hands roamed my body, massaging my breasts and my butt. His hand reached inside my panties, kneading at my wetness. I nearly fainted with ecstasy. He prodded me, fingering my soft insides with two fingers. I groaned with pleasure into the crook of his neck.
“Oh, god, Chris . . .” I moaned. His breath was heavy against my neck. I threw back my head and tried not scream in pleasure as ecstasy pulsed threw me, leaving me shuddering back against his shoulder. His fingers slipped out my underwear. He licked his fingers while starring into my eyes with hungry fire. I reached inside his underwear this time and gripped his length. His member pulsed with need beneath my palm. I slowly stroked up and down, making him throw back his head as I had done. His mouth came to my ear.
“I need you Lex, I need you now,” he gasped in my ear. I made no protests whatsoever as he yanked my black satin panties down to ankles. I kicked them off. I could get them later. I pushed his slacks down to his thighs along with his underwear. Those boxer-briefs were seriously sexy. His member pressed the inside of my thigh, making me want to hit him in frustration. Virgin or not, I wanted him bad. His tip brushed my entrance. I like out a yelp of pleasure and growing need.
“I’ll go slow and gentle,” he murmured. I grabbed his member and starred intensely into his eyes.
“You will do what I say, or I’m not letting go,” I growled. He laughed at my sudden dominance of the situation.
“Fine,” he purred, stooping his head to suck my breast. I let go with a gasp. His tip teased at me again. I gripped arms, willing him to just stick it in me already, as vulgar as it sounded.
I gasped and probably would have fallen over if Chris wasn’t holding me up with his arms that cadged me. He slid slowly in, letting me take him in all the way. When he settled into me, our hips touching, I shuddered. Slowly he moved out then back in, making me bite the inside of my cheek with pleasure. I wanted more.
“Chris . . .” my voice came out ragged. “More.”
I heard him give a grunt of restraint and started thrusting faster. There was no pain that I had expected. I just wanted him.
“Oh, God, Chris. Just do it,” I pleaded. I could almost hear his control break with a “snap!”. He veered from his path of slow and steady and thrust into me fast and hard.
“Yes, Chris, yes!” I moaned. His hips kept bucking against mine, making the feeling of pleasure build in my gut. He grunted as he thrust. I dug my nails into his shoulders, throwing back my head again. It felt amazing.
“Lex, oh my god, Lex!” he groaned. My breaths were short and quick, in time with his thrusts. My insides where tight around him around him as he pumped. I felt him try to slow down, knowing his was reaching his climax.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in.
“No. Keep going, let it go. I’m on the pill,” I murmured into his ear. This made his thrusts become even harder and faster as he tried to reach his climax. The pleasure that built in my gut finally poured over and a wave of utter ecstasy rolled over my entire body, making me feel liquefied. I felt Chris as he reached his own climax and spilt inside me. I sagged against him, holding tight around him, unwilling to let go just quite yet. He breath was jagged like mine, coming out in pants.
“You are birth control?” he asked, still breathing heavily. I laughed.
