Bite the bullet

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl."

I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole."

But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby."

"Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh.

"You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking."

"Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky.

He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt.

My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-"

"Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby."

I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here.

"Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit.

"Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking."

"F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak.

He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me."

My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..."

He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk.

I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat.

"Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine.

My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly.

"You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."