I attempt to work another finger into her but fail. I’m not going to hurt her. We need lube and more time. Focusing on her orgasm, I lick and bite until she comes so hard the entire bed vibrates beneath her. While she’s still shaking, I kiss my way up her body, easing my finger out of her pussy as well.

“Are we—”

I silence her with a kiss, letting her taste her sweet honey. She groans against my mouth. I fumble with my belt and jeans, needing to feel more of her.

“Callum?”

“We’re not having sex,” I assure her. “I’m just so fucking hard for you. I want to rub against you. Can I do that, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

She whimpers the second I get my jeans down and grind against her. Her pussy is soaked, drenching me through my boxers. Our breaths come out in ragged pants as we have the wettest dry-fuck known to man. I work her into another orgasm, just from friction alone, and the way she claws at my biceps has me losing the final thread of control.

Cum jets out of me, soaking the inside of my boxers. It’s messy as fuck and yet I don’t care. I just want to rub my scent and seed all over her. I want to fucking claim her in the most primal way.

Thunk.

Something hard bangs on the door as though someone is trying to get in. I jolt up, glaring toward the door. Her nightstand has been pulled in front of it, and someone is pushing against it.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

I snatch up her shorts, unable to find her panties, and toss them at her. Holding a finger to my lips, I prowl over to her closet. She jerkily yanks on her shorts.

“Who is it?” she croaks out. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Open this door, dammit,” Darren snarls.

I feel like a fucking twat hiding in the closet, but it’ll be worse on her if I’m discovered. I stand in the shadows with the door cracked so I can see into the room. Willa smooths her hair and then moves the nightstand out of the way.

Darren pushes into the room, nearly knocking her over. “What are you doing in here?”

“I was sleeping.”

He sweeps his stare over her. “You look like…” His hands land on his hips. “Like you’ve been up to something bad.”

If only he knew her teacher was in her closet with jizz-soaked boxers and his jeans hanging off him, there’s no telling what he’d do.

“Nope, just tired.” There’s an edge to her voice. “Did you want something?”

“What happened this morning…” He clenches his jaw. “You know better than to speak of it, right?”