Chapter 78
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
NICOLE
Fluorescent lights hummed above us, casting a sterile glow over our science class the following Monday. Akio and I sat side by side at the lab table, about to work on our science project. It was the first time I’d returned to school since my father’s death.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt refreshed.
Curious eyes looked back at us every now and then, and I almost couldn’t believe that this was where it had all started. This was where I had met Akio. This was where he had … saved me all those weeks ago.
I glanced over at Akio, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his deep brown eyes fixed on our teacher. The chatter and giggles of our classmates buzzed around, and I shot everyone who decided to laugh at us a dirty look, making them look away immediately.
My father might’ve pushed me around for so long, but I wasn’t going to let anyone bully Akio. He was mine to protect and mine to fight for. If anyone so much as hurt him with their words, I’d throat-punch them.
“You know,” I murmured, leaning closer to him and placing my hand on his thigh, “this is where we met.”
“This is where you met me ,” Akio said, glancing at me. “I’d had a crush on you for years.”
Warmth rushed through me at the thought of anyone truly liking me and not just wanting to get in my pants. I gently bit my lip, watching Akio’s gaze drop to it, and I glided my hand further up his pant leg.
“Nicole …” Akio froze, leaning closer to me. “We’re in public.”
“Remember the last time we did this?” I asked with a smirk.
He swallowed, his eyes turning a shade darker.
I slipped my hand into his pants, gripped his already-hard dick, and stroked it discreetly underneath the table in the back of the classroom, so if anyone did want to look back and laugh, then they’d see my boyfriend—the geeky anime nerd—getting his dick stroked by me.
They could get jealous all they wanted, but we all knew that they weren’t as lucky.
“Well, you’re going to come for me like that again,” I said, tightening my grip on him and moving closer so my tits rubbed against his upper arm. I jerked his cock faster until he let out a soft grunt. “And it’s going to feel sooo good.”
While Akio stared at our teacher, I pulled the head of his cock out of his jeans and leaned over to let a wad of spit drip from my lips onto his dick. When I swiped my thumb across it, he shivered.
“Fuck, Nicole,” he murmured quietly so nobody else could hear. “You’re going to make?—”
“You come?” A small giggle escaped my throat, and I shook my head. “Not yet.”
Before he could stop me, I slipped off my seat, and when Mr. Woodward turned to the board, I dropped to my knees and crawled underneath our table. I pulled more of his cock out of his pants and crawled between his legs.
Akio stared down at me through huge eyes from behind his dorky glasses, dick twitching. I wrapped my hand around the base to keep it still and swirled my tongue over the pre-cum on his head.
Stiffening, he gripped the bottom of his seat and watched as I took inch after inch of his dick inside my mouth. I sucked every bit of him, down to his balls, into my throat and stared up at him through teary eyes.
While I thought he expected me to pull back, to use his dick to throat-fuck myself, I stayed completely still and swallowed around him. His hips jerked up harsher against my lips, and suddenly, I felt hot cum roll down the back of my throat.
The power I felt, watching him squirm without making a sound, was so fucking unholy.
Once he finished, I finally pulled back and licked my lips. He had earned that.