The next afternoon, Anna was buried in her lab notes, trying desperately to focus, but her mind kept drifting back to Jake—the way he'd kissed her, touched her, filled her so perfectly the night before. The sterile smell of the lab and the hum of equipment did little to calm her racing thoughts.
Frustrated, she pushed back from her bench. "I need air," she muttered, slipping her lab coat over her shoulders. She stepped out into the warm sunlight, letting the breeze wash over her, clearing her mind—or so she hoped.
And as fate would have it, there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe of an empty classroom just across the hall. Their eyes met, and that slow, knowing grin of his told her he was thinking about the same thing she was.
Anna walked over, feigning casual. "Skipping lab already?"
Jake tilted his head toward the darkened room behind him. "It's empty. Locked from the inside once we're in."
Her pulse spiked. "You're trouble."
"You love it." He held the door just wide enough for her to slip inside, then closed it with a soft click, the sound making her stomach twist in anticipation.
The classroom smelled faintly of chalk and floor polish, rows of desks bathed in sunlight streaming through the blinds. Innocent enough—until Jake pressed her back against the teacher's desk, his lips crashing down on hers.
Anna gasped, melting into the kiss, clutching his shirt as he lifted her onto the desk. Her skirt rode up, and he was already sliding his hand between her thighs, fingers finding her wet and ready.
"Fuck, you came looking for this," he muttered, lips brushing hers as he circled her clit with slow, torturous strokes.
Anna moaned, arching into him. "Maybe I did."
Jake tugged her panties aside, slipping two fingers inside, curling them expertly. She bit her lip to muffle the sound as her hips rolled helplessly into his touch.
"Shhh," he teased against her neck, grinning wickedly. "Don't want anyone hearing us, do you?"
Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Then don't make me so loud."
That earned her a dark chuckle. He freed himself and, in one swift motion, pushed inside her. Anna clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes rolling back as the desk rattled beneath them.
"God, you're tight," Jake groaned, thrusting deep.
The classroom echoed with the muted sound of their bodies colliding, the squeak of desk legs against the floor. Anna's moans were muffled behind her hand, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity of him stretching and filling her.
He grabbed her thighs, spreading her wide on the desk, pounding harder. "Look at you—falling apart in a fucking classroom."
Anna's head thrashed side to side, the forbidden thrill only making her wetter. "Jake—I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he growled, slamming into her relentlessly. "Come for me, right here."
Her climax hit like lightning, tearing through her as she clenched around him, muffling her scream. Her body gripped him perfectly, and Jake groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, shuddering with release.
They collapsed against each other, breathless and sweaty, the classroom air thick with their scent.
Anna laughed softly, brushing hair from her face. "You're insane."
Jake smirked, still inside her. "You love it."