him to take a sharp breath.
The unmistakable sound of Satchi fumbling with his belt cuts through the air as he moves to the bathroom stall next to us.
My legs are braced on the wall behind the toilet, so even if Satchi was to look down, he would only see one pair of shoes. He should have no idea that I'm in here. Jordan squeezes my hips and pulls me down on him. burying his cock deep within me. He’s probably hoping it makes me stop moving. But it doesn't. I just grind circles with him still buried inside me, teasing both of us with the delicious motion. Jordan’s eyes close as he bares his teeth, clenching and squeezing my hips.
"I think we have a good group for the summer course," Satchi continues. "Just one more class today and then we can meet up in the office. I’ve got a little desk in there for you and stuff to help you stay organized," he says. "Everything you'll need. Then, as the term changes, we will update it."
"Okay," Jordan says with a shaky breath. "I just… I'm looking forward to it." He hisses again through his teeth, taking in another sharp breath. He’s biting his lip so hard I think he may draw blood around his smile. I continue to ride him.
"Are you okay in there, son?" Satchi says.
"Yeah, I'm all right. My… my stomach is just bothering me. I'll be fine. Just give me a few minutes."
"Okay," Satchi says before flushing the toilet and washing his hands. "See you back in class."
Jordan's dick throbs harder inside me. We're both getting close. Leave, Satchi. Please.
Jordan keeps his eyes on me as he starts to thrust his hips harder, causing me to bounce a little bit. I bite back the urge to scream and he replaces his palm against my mouth as he continues to fuck me from beneath. Oh God. The door creaks open. The second Satchi leaves we both exhale and Jordan picks up the pace, gripping my hair.
He fucks me hard until my body tenses, my head falls back, and I have to bite my lip to stop from screaming. Thank God no one else walks in because even with his hand clasped around my mouth, there’s no way we’d be able to explain away the sounds coming from this stall. He groans and slows his pace as he squeezes my hips, his thrusts become less controlled, then he buries his face in my chest and we both fall over the edge.
"That was so messed up," he says, with heavy breaths.
I smile and climb off of him, a little wobbly, allowing my dress to fall back over my legs. “How do you feel about lying to your boss on the first day of class?”
His grin is large as he stands, pulls off the condom, then tucks himself back into his pants. “No, I didn’t lie, I actually haven’t been feeling well. Thinking it’s something I ate.”
“Sure,” I brush my hands over my dress trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
“Seriously,” he says. “It was only a half lie.” He moves closer to me, sliding a hand up my arm before tilting my chin upward and kissing my lips. “But I’m good now. Your pussy heals.”
I laugh a bit too loudly at his remark, then immediately cover my mouth and look at him with wide eyes.
"Well, I’m happy I could help," I say.
17
XIA
The shower is warm as the water rolls down my body. I rub soap into the rough fabric of my loofah, the smell of apple spice mixing with the steam. I take my time washing myself, enjoying the warm relaxation that only a shower can provide. It’s the thing I love most about being home. The showers in the dorms never stay hot long enough. I had only planned on staying a few days, but due to my mother’s current condition, I decided to stay longer. Things haven’t been going well. I took her to the doctor and they diagnosed her with major depressive disorder and sent her home with a few more prescriptions. She claims she’s taking her medicine but I’m not see much of a difference.
It’s been three weeks. The doctor says that sometimes it can take up to six to see a change, but it breaks my heart that she’s going through this at all. I don’t know who to be angry at anymore. It almost feels like a waste of energy to stay pissed at my