Ruined Sinner by Becker Gray

Chapter Eleven

Phin

“Please tell me you know what you’re doing,” Keaton said at breakfast the next morning.

“I take it this means you heard about the fight.”

“Even if I hadn’t been just outside, Rhys was there,” Keaton said dryly. “You’re lucky he’s not sending a newsletter about it to the entire school.”

I looked around the dining hall for Aurora as I bit into an apple. “I know what I’m doing.”

“I hope so,” Keaton said. “Because there will be a line to kill you if not, and I think you’ve permanently pissed off your best friend no matter how things go.”

“What would you have risked to have Iris?” I asked, still scanning the room. Aurora and I shared a bio class first hour, and while normally we sat in pre-assigned groups at our lab tables, today we had a guest lecturer from Dartmouth coming down to talk about sifting through cave dirt for traces of Neanderthal poop. Or something. The why didn’t matter so much as the where, because we’d be sitting in the lecture hall. And the lecture hall would be dark, with tables running the length of each row and blocking everything below our waists from the lecturer’s view, and I planned on making very good use of that environment.

Keaton sighed in defeat. “Anything. I would have done anything to have Iris.”

I saw a glimpse of black hair and bright red lipstick from the doorway. My dick started to swell in Pavlovian response. “I know you would have,” I said, standing and grabbing my latte.

“But why now?” Keaton asked. “Why do you want her now?”

I paused to look at him, not needing to think about the answer. “I’ve always wanted her,” I said. “But now is the only time I could do something about it.”

And it might cost me my friendship with Lennox, it might cost me everything else I held dear, but I would have her, even if I had nothing else.

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“And so as you can see here,” the lecturer droned, clicking to another slide which was another picture of a cave, “we were able to go back to the site with our new hypothesis and take samples, hoping for ancient genetic material. Excrement, blood, and other sources would have accumulated in the cave soil…”

I pressed my knee to the outside of Aurora’s. The tables, which ran in front of each row of seats, had wooden fronts on them, ostensibly to preserve the modesty of students wearing uniform skirts, but which also made a very nice privacy screen for horny boys like me.

I pressed my knee against hers again, and she shot me a death glare. I gave her my sultriest grin in response.

I sent her a DM using my laptop.

I’m on the hunt for genetic material too.

I looked over in time to see her make a very cute face. You’re disgusting. Please do not attempt to make Neanderthal DNA extraction sexy.

Joke’s on you. I make everything sexy. Want me to show you?

PHIN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I’m showing you, remember? Spread your legs for me.

Is it time for me to settle up? Is that what this is?

No, no, I’m doing this foryou. If I were your real boyfriend, I’d have my hand up your skirt in every class. I’m just making the ruse realistic, that’s all. Adding verisimilitude and whatnot. Fuck, your skin is so soft. Are you wearing lacy panties?

Yes. And I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. And I can’t believe you can type so well one-handed.

You haven’t even seen all the things I can do one-handed yet, princess. And you haven’t spread enough for me. Do it. I want inside.

[no response]

That’s a good girl. Try not to squirm so much though, or this lecturer might think you’re even more excited about Neanderthal DNA than he is.

Aurora’s pussy was so wet when I pushed her panties aside that my fingers were immediately slick with her. I gave her a quiet grunt of approval as she pushed against my touch, trying to find some friction for her swollen clit.

I teased her before I granted it, running my fingers over her soft folds and then gently working into her hole, finding where she was tight and hot. Tight enough to make my jaw clench. God, to have my cock in there, with her slickness squeezing me like a fucking glove…

Just when she started to reach down to rub and do the job herself, I gave her what she wanted. She sucked in a sharp breath as I pressed against the ripe little bud and gave it a few firm circles, and then she shuddered as I changed to side-to-side strokes, light and fast.

I had her. I had her about to come right here in the lecture hall, my adorable hellcat princess, like any good boyfriend would. It was worth the rigid ache currently throbbing behind my zipper and begging to be let out. It was worth feeling my crown leak pre-cum on the inside of my boxer briefs, worth feeling my stomach clench with unmet need.

The victory of making her come like this was better than any orgasm. And hell, the memory of the way she looked right now, with my hand up her skirt, would be enough to get me through self-care sessions for years to come.

But she surprised me. Right as I thought I had her, she slowly reached over with one hand—

keeping her body angled to the front and her shoulders as still as possible—and carefully tugged at the button of my uniform pants.

I froze, my heart thudding, my dick surging up against the fabric, as if it knew freedom was close at hand. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the plan, and yet how could I stop her? How could I stop that slender hand with its black-painted fingernails and its silver thumb ring from popping my button open and then unzipping my zipper?

How could I stop her from stroking me over the fabric of my boxer briefs?

From reaching inside them to touch me?

My hand stuttered in its work servicing her pussy, and I had to force myself to breathe as I hooked my thumb around the waistband of my briefs and pulled it down as far as it would go. When I looked down, I nearly died. The sight of her hand wrapping around my length, the way my pre-cum rolled right off my large crown onto her fingers, the sheer filthy wrongness of having my uniform pants open and my hard cock jutting into the cool air—I couldn’t stand it.

I barely even had the brainpower to glance around us to make sure no one could see, although I did, because I wasn’t about to have this delicious moment interrupted. I shifted ever so slightly so that my hips were angled up and she could jerk me easier.

“This is the first time you’ve touched my cock,” I whispered to her.

“Whatever,” she whispered back. “We both know that you’ve had girls giving you hand jobs left and right. When you weren’t fucking them.”

I didn’t bother to correct her about the particulars of my love life for the last two years—mostly because I was the one who’d made sure everyone thought I was fucking my way through every boarding school between here and Toronto when that wasn’t really the truth. Oh I was dirty, for sure, and I’d fooled around tons, but home base?

I’d tried. And I just couldn’t.

There was something about looking at someone and knowing that there wouldn’t be those gorgeous golden eyes looking back at me.

There would be time to deal with all that later, though. Because right now, she was stroking me with a firm, rhythmic grip that made me remember she’d hardly been living like a nun. I couldn’t blame her, but God, the hot swirl of jealousy I felt at that. Thinking of all the time we’d wasted chasing cheap thrills with other people when this could have been us the entire time.

I returned to rubbing her clit, loving how she had to bite down on that red lower lip to keep from moaning, pleasure scissoring its way up my groin from her hand on my needy cock. Maybe it was a good thing we hadn’t done this before, because if I’d known how good it would feel to have her jerking me off, I’d have had her do it every morning and every night. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to go to sleep without this now, much less walk around the halls of Pembroke Prep.

I felt the slow return of her coming climax in the tense set of her thighs and the rush of her breath. And then, gorgeously, she bit down on her lip even harder and came against my hand, her gold eyes on mine, gold even in the dark.

Her cunt got even wetter as it quivered and her hips rocked, and then she abruptly slumped back in her chair, her legs spread wide and her skirt pushed up to her hips.

It was so fucking hot, and that’s what I stared at as her hand continued to work me—although it worked slower now as she caught her breath. I would give anything to fuck her, to have her ride me in this seat, to drag her on stage and mount her where everyone could see me screw my way into that sweet, snug cunt.

When I looked at her face, I realized she was watching my cock, watching it as she jerked me off with renewed hunger etched all over her face.

It was that hunger that tipped me over the edge, and with a soft exhale, my orgasm erupted all over her fingers, my dick pumping and pumping milky-white fluid all over my belly and her hand and even my uniform pants. The pleasure tore its way up my shaft and stabbed through my gut and even up into my chest, driving the breath right out of my body.

God, just emptying—releasing some of this awful need I had for her—would have felt amazing, but that it was a hand job under the table in a room full of people made it so wonderfully fucking dirty that I came all the harder for it, giving her everything I had to give.

When the waves finally stopped, my chin dropped to my chest. I could barely see, let alone think. My only thought was again, again, again.

Idly, I brought my fingers to my mouth to lick her taste off them, and it wasn’t until I was finished that I realized she’d cleaned her own fingers, wiping them on the back of my tie.

I gave her a grin as she finished wiping her fingers and then watched as she patted my tie back into place. If I hadn’t been obsessed with her before, then I certainly would be now.

“All done, hellcat?” I asked in a low voice.

Her scarlet mouth hooked in an evil smirk. “If you’re so worried, you could lick me clean.”

She obviously thought she was issuing an impossible dare, because when I grabbed her hand and did as she said, her red mouth dropped open into a stunned O.

“Phin!” she hissed.

I just gave her a sultry look as I licked her fingers and then put them into my mouth. When I finished, I set her hand back in her lap and then unknotted my tie, using it to clean up the worst of the mess off my pants. I’d have to change uniforms anyway.

When I finished cleaning and buttoning up, I looked and saw a new message from Aurora on the laptop.

You did it. You managed to make a lecture about Neanderthal DNA sexy.

A beat passed and then another message from her popped up underneath it.

And I owe you a new tie.