XXII
I remained weighted against the stone arch, watching her slip her way down the corridor before smirking and disappearing inside.
My blood felt like it was as thick as molasses, coursing through my veins with each heavy thump of my heart. My stomach contained a nervously exhilarated yearning, influenced only slightly by the fear of being caught or interrupted.
What we were about to do was far more prohibited than anything else thus far. And that was really saying something.. because what we students get up to when the Professors aren't around is sometimes devilish, and honestly would give most of them heart attacks.
And admittedly, as guilty as sin, I had always fantasised about rearranging someone's insides in public. Merely a few footsteps from humiliation. My vision zoned out as I imagined her bent back, her throat exposed to my lips as I pressed my hand on to her mouth to force her in to silence; whilst furiously fucking her in to a mess.
"Which way is the fucking cupboard?"
My head snapped back, dazed and confused, I saw a young first year stood sheepishly waiting for an answer to what I had thought they'd just asked aloud. "What the hell did you just say?!?"
"I said," they took in a long breath. "Which way is the um, the bathrooms for the, um.."
The kid was getting flustered, embarrassed that they had managed to get lost again. It isn't unusual in the first and second year. "Sorry."
"No it's alright, where are you trying to go?"
"Bathrooms and then the charms classes."
"Up the stairs two flights and then take a left where the Grindylow is and there's bathrooms, and then when you come back out go straight on passed the painting of Old Nick okay? That's where charms classes are."
"Um, fanks.."
They darted on their merry way, only reminding me that I needed to move too. My sumptuous prize would be in waiting and requiring my most urgent assistance. So stopping at the door I took in a shaky breath, landing a palm against the oak.
My skin was already littered with goosebumps and risen hairs. But when the door cracked and began to creak open... my attention was stolen by the thick air that leaked out, accompanied by that strong perfume again. "Y/n?" I whispered, sneaking in to the dark.
It wasn't very big looking from the outside, but once inside and even in the dark, it felt like it had increased in size tenfold. "Yes?" She whispered back, malice and deviance coating her voice like dark chocolate. "Come find me, pretty boy."
A swift Lumos lit the place up, revealing stacks of quidditch equipment that seemed like it hadn't been touched in forty years. Old stools, folders, just inanimate junk was strewn everywhere, but no flicker of y/n was to be seen.
"Y/n?" I smirked, asking out again; carefully shifting my feet forward. "Don't mess me around.."
"Why not?"
Her voice crept up behind me, hands curling around my waist and threading to the front. I peered back over my shoulder to see her eyes smouldering up at me. "That's the sole purpose of us even being in here right now is it not? To.. mess around?"
Her hands slowly drifted down the front of my shirt, pinching at my waistband. So I turned to her and leant myself back against an old case of quidditch brooms, giving myself a semi-sitting position. "We've not got any protection with us?"
"It's okay, we don't need protection for this," she replied, biting at her bottom lip as she watched herself slowly unbuckle my belt. Although she began to struggle to untangle the leather from the metal as she grew more eager.
Stopping only to look to me full of desire and whispering through a shaky breath.
"Please, I've waited for this all day."
I almost came there and then, knowing that I had been on her mind all day; her brain filled with images of what she wanted from me.
Fuck, just her wanting me so badly. Nothing had ever come close to turning me on in the same way that did.
Not to mention the fact that she had 'waited all day' but we were only just approaching lunch time. That would mean that she woke up this morning knowing damn well that she wanted to do this.
I helped her yank open the belt, drunk on oxygen so it seemed, but so incredibly hard and in need of the relief of her mouth. That viper tongue that tasted so sweet, I needed it to grant me what I craved and desired so deeply that it felt like my knees were already trembling.
Once my trousers had been picked upon her hand slid in to my waistband without hesitation, forcing me to tense all over as I gulped in a sharp breath. Her hand is so delicate but so fucking warm and her fingers move like liquid around my cock, it's almost life changing.
I couldn't help but pull her forward on to me, begging her mouth to latch on to mine. Her sweet kisses were wet and loud, unplanned and completely ravenous.
Butterflies inside of me began to attack each other with each turn of her head, until I released her tongue to mutter in desperation.
"Fuck," I quivered as she gently sucked my saliva from her bottom lip, letting it roll out from between her teeth. "I've never tasted a kiss or a mouth quite like yours before. It's like tasting colour. -- No, it's exactly like tasting what it feels to need something so fucking badly."
"I know."
That was all she said as her eyes darted back down, followed by her slowly sinking to the floor in front of me, taking to her knees even though the floor was uneven and cold.
No doubt red marks forming against the skin that would be more than visible beneath her skirt for me to admire afterwards.
A rampant fire ignited inside of me, seeing her simper up at me through her pretty little lashes as she carefully removed my cock from the fabric. I was fairly certain this was the hardest I had been in a while, a glistening tear of pre-cum sitting patiently on the slit.
"And I've absolutely no doubt in my mind Draco, that you taste just as addictive."
Y/n followed her perfectly provocative statement by showing out her tongue and arching forward, base still in hand and lightly flickered the tip of her tongue over me. A sharp gasp preceded a deeper, more hungry breath.
"Yeah I was right, just as I expected. Addictive."
The next movement saw me tense all over and my eyes hammer shut. I felt the roughness of her tongue as her mouth enveloped the rest of my needy cock, taking it with an impressive amount of ease and no hesitation to push me right in to the back of her throat.
I began to unravel pretty much immediately. The hollowing of her cheeks felt smooth and welcoming, each inch that grazed them more than happy to do so. "Fucking hell y/n, my god, hm."
Now it was my turn to be a whiney mess. Gratefully receiving the favour, I jerked my hips outwards; unable to stop myself from wanting her to claim even more of me for her own. Even if it might be a struggle.
And she didn't cower back, only moving to grab at my thighs with her hands to give her more leverage. And as my eyes opened again to appreciate the act, scared that if I didn't she might stop, her own reddening eyes as they became glossy with tears remained looking for my approval.
"I feel like I should say something, but all I can think of is something wholly indignant like you've never looked as pretty as you do than when I'm fucking your face."
Her eyes smirked even if her mouth couldn't. Buzzy tingles sparked all over my body. Each twist, lick, suck, gag and choke reminding me exactly why she had been my most favourite fuck.
She made me feel good, really fucking good actually and it wasn't even a matter of skill. It was just raw attraction. My gaze must of become misty and dream-like because she sped up, her hand coming to join the motion that followed her lips back and forth down my shaft; that now throbbed with prominent veins.
Fingertips twitching, I found them curling in to her hair mindlessly. And she could of stopped and ask me why I thought I could have the audacity to do such a thing but she didn't; she just allowed my grip to guide her, welcoming it's pitiful suggestion that I just can't get enough of her.
And she was right. Somehow we had gone from two strangers who had zero respect for one another to two maniacs who starved and craved for the other.
Throaty groans sounded from her, and whimpering moans from me which were all the more dangerous since I hadn't bothered to cast that Muffliatio.
Only a Lumos shone, which would spotlight us almost immediately to anyone that happened to open that door.
"I'm really fucking close," I warned, wondering if she'd want me to release my ropes of cum on to her taste buds or elsewhere. "I'm gonna cum y/n."
Yet y/n only continued, watching me descend in to a complete mess just for her. I was able to feel my stomach contract to a rigid board as my body readied itself to explode in to climax.
And she must of felt it because just as I took several sharp in-breaths my thighs clenched, hips jutted outwards and she withdrew; leaving only the tip of my cock rested on her tongue, and worked me with just her hand until the glistening white began to pump from me.
"Oh my god."
My loss for words only meant that they were replaced by heaving gasps and satisfied hums. Each drop of salty liquid that shot from me rolled on to her lips and took refuge there, until I could no longer handle the stimulation and snapped my hips back again.
And I watched as she closed her mouth and her throat dipped.
She just fucking swallowed, jesus fucking fuck, it was spectacular.
Y/n said nothing as she rose back up on to her feet. Her cheeks were painted red with a heat rash, lips pink and plump as they swelled from the repeated friction but she breathed calmly.
Or at least a lot calmer than I was.
"How was that?" She asked, smiling smugly as she used a sleeve to wipe any left over moisture away. My voice was shaking. "I don't think words would be able to describe at the moment darling."
"Darling?" Tilting her head, her voice dropped to a sweetly mocking tone before her hands moved to return me back to my shorts and trousers. And my belt was returned to its rightful position immediately after. "Well your welcome, darling."
"Now what?"
"Well, now we simply go to lunch and face our peers knowing that they haven't a fucking clue about what we just did; and relish in the danger of it all."
If she continued to be so menacing and seductive I might wind up hard again and pining for her.
"But, we can't leave together just in case. So I'll go first to let you catch your breath and I'll see you later hm?"
I just nodded, like the needy little pup she'd just managed to reduce me to in a matter of maybe ten or fifteen minutes at best.
And she picked up her satchel and shuffled to the door, never breaking eye contact until her silhouette swept out from the darkness and I found myself alone again, feeling encased in a chemical high; whilst internally kicking myself for considering that I'd allow her to ruin my entire life whilst watching my cum fill her mouth so beautifully.