Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“YOU HAVE TO stop,” I pant as she sucks on my neck. “I want to be crazy
for you tonight.”
I want to be starving for her.
But she slides her hands up my skirt as I straddle her in the desk, her
fingers digging into my ass. “I can’t help it. Those pictures drove me insane.”
I dive into her lips again, unable to fathom wanting to ever be anywhere
else.
The abandoned woodshop classroom at the end of the second floor sits far
away from any remaining students in the school. Most have gone home for
the day, but athletics is still going on and I’m late to meet my friends, but I
don’t care.
The desktop cuts into my back, but I thread my hand through her hair,
gripping it at the base of her skull, and pull her head back. I stare down at
her, keeping my eyes open as I come in for kiss after kiss after kiss. She’s so
soft. I grind back and forth, loving the feel of her slender body between my
legs.
“It’s just fucking, right?” I whisper.
She gazes up at me as I roll my hips, her hands pulling me in harder but
nice and slow. “I just wish time would stop,” she tells me.
I kiss her mouth. Her face. Her cheekbone. Her mouth again.
Four hours. I’ll see her in four hours.
The final bell rings, signaling the end of the teachers’ work day, and I
growl, knowing we have to go.
“I have to get to the theater,” she says, but makes no move to stop