Riley
I stare down at my assignment but find my attention quickly lifting away from it. I have barely written a single word. My focus keeps traveling to William, helping another student further down the lecture theatre.
She is batting her eyelashes at William and giggles—freaking giggles when he explains something to her. Blonde hair is twirled around her finger, and her lips are parted. She is sizing up William's chest in his suit as he stands over her; I can see her eye-fucking him.
Jealousy bubbles in my veins. My stomach has turned into a cauldron, and, taking a deep breath, I lift my hand.
It takes a while, but I feel guilty when William's eyes search the classroom and land on me. I don't need help with anything, but I want to have him close.
His lips form a curious smile, and heat travels underneath my clothes. My legs clench together on instinct. I'm already getting aroused since I can't stop visualizing those lips on mine.
I watch William walk to the top of the lecture theatre. No one is sitting with me, and he sits next to me. "What do you need help with?"
My heart clamors in my chest. I'm nervous and sweating, yet I hastily point at something in my textbook. "I don't understand this..."
William peers down into my book, but his hand travels to my leg. His strong fingers sink into my skin and draw little circles. "Oh, this is perfectly explained on this page—"
He flips back the page and talks in an easy-to-understand voice, but I can't focus on what he says. That big, manly hand is stroking the inside of my thigh, stopping beneath my pussy.
"See, very easy," William says. "Any more questions?"
I say nothing, afraid my voice will betray me. My heart is racing, and I don't want William to sense I'm completely captivated by him. But he must be able to smell my arousal.
His nose twitches, and an evil smile spread over his lips. A quick look down below tells him no one else requires help. The radio is playing music on low, and some students are even sleeping.
"Why don't I explain to you too—" William flips the page and talks about things that don't matter.
His hand got my entire focus.
William slightly pulls down my black leggings and freezes once he realizes I'm not wearing any panties. His hand stills where the lace band should have been, and I hear him exhale. He plants a quick kiss on my neck and slowly slides his fingers down lower.
I'm forced to resist the urge to moan. William is crazy? What if we get caught? Yet I don't want him to remove his hand. I can feel the dampness between my thighs, and William stifles a groan.
Fuck, that's how.
I should never go command around him again...
"You're a very ballsy girl," William whispers. His breath is on my ear, causing a barrage of shudders to wrack my body.
Without asking for permission, William pushes one finger inside me and torturously moves it in and out. The rhythm makes it hard to sit still, especially when he adds a second finger.
"Did you plan for this to happen, Riley?" William asks darkly. "Is that why you pretended to need my help, even though your grades are impeccable?"
He is holding my body entirely still with his other arm while punishing my pussy at a steady pace. Since no one is looking, he kisses my bare shoulder and whispers my name—waiting for an answer.
I'm afraid to give him the truth. "No, of course not..."
William slowly pulls his fingers out of me.
I expect him to leave me alone, but he uses his thumb to massage my clit, and build a delicious pressure. I shut my eyes, biting down on my lower lip when he pushes his two skilled fingers in and out of me again.
Oh-my-god...
His force is perfect. His rhythm is ruthless. I will explode at any given second if he doesn't stop.
"Mr. Rossi—"
"William," He corrects me in a whisper. "For you, it's William when no one else is listening."
"I...I..." My breath hitches, yet I grit out the word needed. "Stop..."
William chuckles softly. "Not until you answer my question, and this time you shouldn't lie to me, Riley."
One hand slips underneath my hoodie, and his eyes flash with inner mischief once he realizes I'm not wearing a bra. He cups my breast and flicks my nipple with his thumb before pinching it. It pushes me further to the edge, and I swallow down a moan.
"The class is ending soon, but I will stay close to you, and I won't move until you answer me with the truth." He is rubbing my clit, faster when I spread my legs. I'm so damn wet for him, and these intense tremors are building inside me.
"Yes." I bite my lower lip to prevent myself from crying out in pure ecstasy.
Fuck me, William is a Demon. I want to moan, but I don't want anyone to know what is happening.
"What is the yes supposed to mean?" William continues his rhythm, and I can't hold back anymore.
I orgasm in waves in my seat—shuddering and convulsing, biting down on my lip so hard it's bleeding. It takes every bit of energy not to lean over and collapse against William's big, muscular body. Had I been standing, my knees would have given out.
"Yes... I did it on purpose..."
"What a nice confession," William withdraws his fingers and sucks on them before the other students rise from their seats. He places his hand on the table, keeping his eyes on mine.
My heart is pounding at an incredible speed, and when the last student is about to leave the classroom, William speaks. "You can close the door. Mrs. Archer still needs help."
The last student closes the door, and William pulls down my leggings further down without a word.
If William had been another man, I would have found it offensive, but I love being touched by him. He is my mate, and even when he pleased me, I loved every second.
"Spread your legs further," William orders in a husky voice, holding a tissue in his hand.
I slide my legs apart and stare down at his hand as he gently wipes the inside of my thighs. He smiles briefly and cleanses me in a slow, teasing motion that nearly sends me toppling over the edge again.
I'm experiencing an intense high, and I can't stop it from growing when William locks his eyes with mine. He discards the wet tissue in his pocket and then picks up another, caressing me while studying my face.
We keep looking at each other, and I expect him to say something, or even better—kiss me, but he simply smiles and grabs my hand to help me up from the seat.
"You have lunch now, right?"
I nod.
He gives my hand a slight squeeze. "You may leave. I think my sister is waiting for you outside the classroom. I can hear her thoughts."
I smile. "Oh, I better join Isabella then."
"Yeah," William walks away from me. "Have a nice day, Riley."
I watch William head for the door and can't help but feel disappointed.
Back when William stared into my face, I was close to begging him to make our relationship be about more than sex.
I want him to kiss me; crazy, right?