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The teacher starts passing out sheets of paper. “Pop quiz,” he says as he slams a worksheet onto our desks.

“Fun.” I smirk at him, pissing him off. This teacher hates me for effortlessly completing every problem he gives the class.

“Shit.” Aurora sighs, her fingers twirling a pencil through them as if she’s holding a knife. Then again, she did stab me with a pen once. I wouldn’t put it past her to use a pencil the same way.

“It’s okay,” I tell her.

“I know it’s okay.”

“No talking,” Mr. Asshat shouts in our direction. “Time starts now.”

I want to offer Aurora some words of encouragement. I can see her sitting there attempting to calculate the problems. I get through them as quick as I can; then I reach over, take her sheet from her and replace it with the one I just finished.

Returning her glare with a wink, I complete the problems again, the fingers of my left hand skirting up the inside of her thigh and under the hem of her skirt. I will miss this school uniform. Something I never thought I’d admit.

“Connor, stop,” Aurora hisses under her breath.

“You don’t want me to stop,” I tell her. “Just let me help you relax.”

Before I know it, something sharp is pressing against my dick. I glance down and see a tiny blade. Where the fuck did she even get that from? “You’re not going to cut my dick. You like it too much,” I say with more confidence than I feel.

The thing about dating someone like Aurora is that anything is possible. You should never underestimate her.

“I don’t know. My dildo did a mighty fine job last night. I don’t think I need your dick anymore.”

I look at her. Horrified. Not because she’s holding a knife to my dick, but because she used a dildo in place of me. “Why do I feel cheated on?” I ask her. “That’s… We’re exclusive.”

“It’s a toy, not a person. It doesn’t count.”

“If it pleasures you, enters you, it counts,” I tell her, my fingers riding higher before slipping underneath the fabric of her panties.

“You’re insane,” she says.

“But you love me that way.” I push inside her. Aurora opens her legs wider.

Shifting my body to shield hers from the rest of the class, I slowly move my fingers in and out. A blush forms on her chest, creeping its way up her neck and then her cheeks.

“I love this look on you,” I tell her.

“Connor,” Aurora seethes. The tip of her blade presses against me harder. I should stop. Heed her warning. Because, let’s be honest, no one wants their fucking dick cut.

Do I do that smart thing, though?No, because I can feel her wetness coating my hand, and I want more. I want to feel her cunt pulsing around me. I want to give her the release she desperately needs right now. Relieve her stress.

“Mind moving that blade, babe?” I ask her.

“Mind moving your fingers?” she replies.

My lips tilt up as I pump my hand faster. “Not at all. Anything you ask, I’ll give you.”

Aurora drops the blade. It lands on my chair between my thighs. Her hand grips my arm, her nails digging in. I wouldn’t be surprised if they break skin. Not that I care. Nothing is going to stop me from feeling her come on my hand right now.

Looking across at her, I can see that she’s close. I canfeelthat she’s close. “Please,” I whisper. “I need it just as much as you do.”

I can’t explain it, but seeing her come, feeling her come… it’s euphoric. It’s up there with experiencing my own orgasm.

She comes. Her thighs squeeze together and her back goes rigid. Her teeth biting down into her bottom lip. Fuck, I want to kiss those lips. Once she stills, I remove my fingers from her and suck them into my mouth. My eyes close as the taste of her hits my tongue.

“You’re perverted,” Aurora whispers, straightening herself in her seat.