The handle jiggled a third time.

Elias’s cock was still buried deep inside me, throbbing. My legs were locked around his waist. Neither of us breathed. Outside the classroom, a soft metallic scrape sounded—like someone testing the lock. Then a quiet huff of frustration, followed by footsteps fading down the hallway.

Silence.

For five full seconds we stayed frozen. Then Elias exhaled hard against my neck and started moving again—slow at first, then harder, deeper, as if the near discovery had only made him hungrier.

“You feel that?” he muttered, thrusting up into me. “How your cunt just clenched when you thought we were about to get caught? You’re dripping...