Shhh... Or we'll be in trouble

His deep, husky voice made her legs feel weak; her heart stopping as she recognized its owner.

She immediately relaxed under his touch, his hands releasing her finally. He didn't step back, though, his body still close to hers.

"Y—You scared the shit out of me." Isabelle said, turning around. The only thing she could see was a tall shadow in front of her. One of her hands reached out, looking for his.

He felt her touch, letting her take his hand. "I'm sorry." He squeezed it a little, taking a step forward even though he knew there was no space left between them; making her take a step back.

He continued until her back hit the wall, cornering her. She felt her belly turn, her heart pounding as she understood the situation she was in. With ease, he grabbed her face with both hands, turning her face up and clashing his lips with hers.

His tongue immediately started looking for hers, making its way slowly but demanding. She gave in to the tingles in her belly, allowing him in with delight. The kiss was deep, wet, slow; their bodies slowly starting to heat up. As their tongues danced together in a dangerous ball, his hands started to move from her face to her waist.

His fingers eagerly found a gap to sneak inside her shirt, the warm touch over her skin making her gasp. They took the chance to catch their breaths, their faces now visible to each other as their eyes were used to the darkness. Isabelle could feel the tingles now between her legs, not minding at all about where they were.

They looked at each other in the eyes, assessing the situation. Allen looked at her flushed face, how she tried to keep her eyes on his, but ended up going back to his lips. Oh, I want this too, he though, cutting the distance between them again. She received him with her mouth already open, her tongue slightly out, waiting for him.

That image alone turned him one more than he already was, starting to feel his dick pressing against his pants. And he wanted her to feel that.

Allen grabbed both her legs and wrapped them around his waist, roughly pressing her against the wall. Isabelle inhaled air harshly against his mouth when she felt the bulge press between her legs, her head spinning as she felt her belly tighten. Allen enjoyed that reaction, slowly caressing her thighs as he started moving his hips against her.

The slow, sensual moves made her core tighten, feeling how he fucked her with clothes on made the orgasm build inside of her. And she could not believe it. Her hips started circling too, shamelessly looking for her release. Allen was already having a hard time controlling his impulses of just fucking her right there, but her body rubbing against him were too much.

He grunted, deep and desperate, when he felt her soft moan scape her parted lips, tracing his way up her leg to her stomach. Allen searched for the button of her pants, unbuttoning it and making his way under her underwear.

Isabelle gasped again, this time breaking the kiss and looking for his eyes. Allen looked at her with dark eyes, memorizing her features as his hand traveled slowly to her clit. He felt her wetness all over her as soon as he arrived, his dick starting to ache at how ready she already was for him. But he had to keep that intentions to himself.

Her mouth half opened, her breathing stopped as she felt his warm touch stroke her with slow circles. This time, her moan came out louder than she expected; so she covered her mouth with one hand.

Allen crooked a smile, enjoying himself as he touched her. I like that sweet face of hers, he thought. I also like that I'm the one provoking it. That last thought made him feel greedy.

His fingers came to a stop, only to slide their way to her entrance. Her eyes widened, and her core tightened at the same time for the expectation of what he would do next. Slowly, he thrusted his middle finger inside of her. She bit her lip hard, desperately trying to silence her pleasure, grabbing his hair hard as he slowly started to move in and out of her.

This moment felt unreal for both of them. She never did anything like this at school; he has done it a few times before, but have never felt so aroused to actively drag a girl in the nearest room to fuck her. And he was very much in the mood right now. As he slid his middle finger out, he positioned a second finger and trusted both of them in; kissing her hard at the same time.

She felt that thickness kick in, the kiss adding to the already building orgasm.

As she felt his fingers inside, the bell rang outside the tiny room. It was time to go to class.

Isabelle broke the kiss and pushed him away a little, suddenly fluster by the whole situation.

"Shit. We've got to go before—" she could not finish the sentence when Allen pressed her body firmly against the wall. He started moving his fingers deeper inside of her, looking for her eyes.

His sudden reaction made her gasp, finally landing her eyes on his. They were dark, dominant, but you could tell there was a hint of playfulness in them too; he was having fun.

He opened his mouth a little as he made his way to her ear. "I suggest we stay quiet." His purring voice commanded, adding a third finger to his thrusts.

He watched her close her eyes, delight obvious in her features. His movements kept striking her core, deep and rhythmical. Her hips started rolling again, enjoying how his hand pressed against her as his thrusts came in harder. The sound of her wetness whispering how good she was feeling.

Isabelle could hear people walking down the halls by now, the noise mitigated by the haze she was in. It was so intense, she could feel her legs starting to tremble. She felt her walls tighten, throwing her head back as she felt she was about to come.

One of her hands released his hair, flying to her mouth as she reached her climax; her moans muzzled in her throat. Her body trembled against his without control, his fingers slowing the pace as she contracted again and again around him.

Both stood there in the same position for a couple of minutes, footsteps outside now faint and scarce. Allen slowly slid his fingers out of her, placing his now free hand on her butt.

Isabelle's breathing started to normalize when she felt the warm touch of is lips on her forehead. "Good girl." His voice made her finally open eyes.

Those couple of ice-blue orbs were already on her, a tiny smile on his lips. She could feel her cheeks grow hot under her skin, pursing her lips as she tried to hide a smile.

"I've never—" she started, but came to a stop when she realized she didn't have to give any explanations.

"I know," Allen replied. "Can you stand?"

Isabelle thought about it for a second, nodding right after. Allen placed her delicately on the ground, still holding her just in case.

Her legs felt a little wiggly, but other than that she felt fine. "Thanks."

Now that she was on the ground, her shyness started to kick in. Her eyes moved from one side to the other, her whole face feeling hot again.

"My pleasure." Allen said with a laugh. One of his hands took hers, locking their fingers with ease.

"Not that!" Her voice was now on a higher pitch. "I mean… Yeah, thank you for THAT, but—" she felt silent again as his smile grew bigger. She pushed him playfully. "I meant thank you for looking out for me."

Allen shook his head and tilted it to one side. "It's my pleasure." He repeated.

Her hazel eyes looked at him with intensity, weighting his words carefully. He was completely fine a couple of minutes ago, feeling her wetness all over his hands. He felt confident sneaking her in there and having his way with her, even when there was only a door between her sweet muzzled moans and the rest of the school.

Now, her gaze was starting to make him feel nervous. He cursed in his mind.

"You have to go," he stated. "Classes are up."

Isabelle nodded. "You too, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm skipping the rest of the day."

"Why? Are you ok?" her voice rose out of concern.

Allen chuckled. "I'm fine. It's just… I'm not in the mood right now." He answered, looking down towards his pants.

It was a simple gesture, yet enough for Isabelle to grasp the idea in a second.

"O—Oh…" Her face dropped shyly.

His smile widened, reaching a hand to caress her cheek. "Cute," he whispered. "Listen, today I have to pick up my sister at the airport, so I'll get home late."

"I see," she nodded. "Please be safe."

"I will," he said, leaning down and pecking her lips slightly. "Now go."

She smiled, finally turning around and leaving the place in a hurry.

To her relief, there was nobody around that could tell she was having extracurricular activities. Nobody, except for her best friend's accusatory stare when she arrived to the classroom.