Lexi

The feel of his body against mine, the feel of his lips on my skin, it's driving me crazy. I can't think, I can't breathe, all I can do is feel. His touch is everywhere, setting my skin on fire, igniting a primal need I never knew I had igniting a primal need I never knew I had. All I know is I need more, I need all of him, and I'll do anything to have him. I know the risk. I know we could get caught, expelled, hell, even suspended for this. But right now, I couldn't care less. The only thing that matters is him, his touch, his taste, the way he makes me feel. I ignore the voice in my head warning me to stop, to think clearly, to be sensible. I wrap my legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me, my body moving against his on its own accord.

His hands roam over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and all I can do is cling to him, riding the wave of desire that's threatening to drown me.Instead, I focus on him, on the way he's holding me, his body pinning me to the wall, the feel of his lips against my neck. I run my fingers through his hair, my grip tight, wanting to pull him impossibly closer. I can feel his need, his desire, mirroring my own, and it only adds to the fire burning inside me. He breaks the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from mine. His eyes are dark with desire, his voice a low growl.

"We should stop. We're in public, anyone could see us. This is too risky." I can tell he's trying to be the voice of reason, but his body betrays him, his grip on me tightening, his hips pressing against mine.

I nod out of breath "Yeah we probably should". He groans at the movement, his hands gripping my thighs tighter. He seems to be torn, caught between his rational mind and his primal need. His breathing is ragged, his eyes locked on mine, as if he's silently asking for permission, silently begging me to give in to the desire coursing through us. I can't resist him any longer, the fire in my veins is too strong. I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my hips rocking against him, seeking that delicious friction. "I don't care. I don't care who sees us. I need you. Now."

He lets out a guttural sound, a mix of desire and surrender, as if he's been given a green light to let go completely. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he presses me even harder against the wall. I hop down from his hold and i kneel down before him, as he looks down at me, his eyes widening in surprise as I kneel before him. He's still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving with each ragged inhale.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire. I don't answer him, not with words at least. I look up at him through my eyelashes, my hands slowly sliding up his thighs. My intentions are clear, and he realizes what I'm about to do. He lets out a gasp as my hands reach the waistband of his pants, his breathing becoming even more ragged. He's still trying to hold on to some shred of self-control, but I can see it's slipping away with each passing second. I undo the buckle of his pants, my heart racing in my chest. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, his body tense and coiled like a spring, ready to snap under the slightest touch.

My fingers find the zipper, and I slowly start to pull it down, my eyes never leaving his. He's watching me intently, his gaze dark and intense, his expression a mix of anticipation and desire. I reach in, my hand wrapping around his length, and his hands slam against the wall behind me, a guttural moan escaping his lips. He's already hard, his body responding to my touch like it's been starved for it.  I start moving my hand, my grip tight, slow, teasing, his head falls back, his eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His breath hitches, and his head falls back, his eyes closing.

"Lexi..." he gasps. I look up at him while I keep the steady movement and whisper "Yes?". He looks down at me, his eyes wild and darkened with desire. His voice is thick and hoarse as he responds. "You're driving me crazy.... This is torture..." I look up at him through my lashes and whisper "I can stop if you want" knowing damn well he doesn't want that, and almost as he read my thoughts he lets out a strangled noise, a mixture of a moan and a laugh. He reaches down, his hand burying in my hair, his grip tight.

"Don't you dare... I need this. I need you. Don't stop," he rasps, his voice edged with need. His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a new wave of pleasure. So much so I continue to my steady movements on his length as I reach my other hand down the front of my skirt. shit i think as i feel how wet my panties are. He watches me, his eyes zeroing in on my hand, following the movement of it under my skirt. He seems to realize what I'm doing, and a low, needy moan escapes him. His hands ball into fists against the wall, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He's fighting against the urge to reach out, to touch me, to take control. He's hanging on by a thread, I can see that. His eyes are fixed on my hand, watching as it moves beneath the thin fabric of my skirt. He's panting now, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body trembling with need. No longer is he watching the hand that is still moving back and forth along his length.

At some point i stop my movements on his length and grab his leg as the pleasure that I feel from rubbing my spot starts to overwhelm me. He lets out a guttural sound, his hands tightening in my hair. He's watching me, his gaze fixed on my face, drinking in my every expression. The sight of me, lost in my own pleasure, is clearly driving him wild.  I know he can't take it anymore, so it doesn't come as a surprise when he grabs me roughly by the shoulders, pulling me up to my feet, his mouth finally  crashing down on mine.

I moan into the kiss as i feel utter contentment wash over me.