The footsteps grew louder.

Jake’s cock was still buried inside me, thick and twitching, his cum already starting to leak out around where we were joined. My skirt was shoved up to my waist. My bra was yanked down. My breasts were bare and wet from his mouth. I tried to scramble off his lap, but his hands locked on my hips and kept me firmly seated on him.

“Don’t move,” he muttered.

The classroom door opened.

Three guys from our class stepped inside—Tyler, Brandon, and Chris. They were talking and laughing about something until their eyes landed on us. The laughter died instantly. For one long, frozen second nobody...