As if she had been doused in cold water, Orimura-sensei shivered above . She held her breath as Sachi's voice pierced the haze of our shared afterglow.
With widening eyes, a flicker of panic flashed across her face before her usual composure snapped back into place. Her thighs, still trembling from the intensity of our lovemaking, tightened around my hips as if to anchor herself.
I could feel the rapid thud of her pulse where our bodies remained pressed together, her warmth still enveloping in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else.
"Shaless brat. Of all the timing…" She hissed under her breath, not wanting to make too much noise but she could barely suppress her amusent. She planted her arms firmly on my chest and pushed herself up slightly to straighten her back. However, she didn't dare move too much, not with my cock still buried inside her and the risk of making any telltale sounds.
I couldn't help the grin that tugged at my lips, even as my own heart raced at the thought of Sachi potentially walking in.
"Sensei, you're the one who dragged in here," I teasingly whispered as my fingers drew lazy circles against her sweat-laden skin. "Are you going to answer her or should I handle this one?"
She gave a playful glare that promised retribution later but there was no missing the flush that was still coloring her cheeks or the way her lips twitched, fighting a smile.
"Don't you dare open your mouth, shaless brat." She warned with a commanding voice.
Unfortunately for her, the effect was sowhat undermined by the way her walls tightened around , a lingering reminder of how thoroughly we'd just unraveled each other.
Another knock rang out, this ti a little more insistent. "Orimura-sensei? I just need to grab my notes inside for the eting later. Are you… okay in there?"
Grabbing her notes, huh? Did she really not hear us? Well, there's no point trying to figure that out. Regardless of whether she did or not, she'd probably not openly admit to it… Perhaps I'll find out which is which if she approaches after I leave this room.
Orimura-sensei's gaze darted to the door, then back to , her expression a mix of calculation and barely contained mischief hidden behind veiled exasperation. "Stay still, shaless brat. Let deal with this."
Carefully, she lifted her hips just enough to ease off , the sensation of her sensitive walls sliding free nearly drew a groan from my throat.
I held it back as my hands tightened on her hips to ground myself as she carefully adjusted her position. She switched from straddling my thighs instead of nestling my cock deep inside her. Her track pants and panties were still bunched around her ankles, her sports bra pushed up to expose her glistening breasts but she moved with the grace of soone who'd never been caught off guard in her life.
"Give a second, Sachi!" She finally called out with a steady and authoritative tone as if she hadn't just been riding into oblivion monts ago.
She shot a warning look, silently daring to make a sound, before reaching for her tracksuit jacket and draping it over her lap to cover the most incriminating evidence. Her fingers worked quickly, tugging her sports bra back into place, though the flush on her chest and the faint sheen of sweat betrayed the truth of what we'd been doing.
I stayed silent, my grin widening as I watched her pull off the act. My own shorts were still down around my thighs, my cock sohow regained its energy from this situation as it stood in attention while lightly resting against her wet crotch.
I made no move to cover myself, partly because I knew it'd rile her up, and partly because the thrill of almost getting caught had its own exhilarating rush.
Of course, it's also because I'm confident that the door is locked and there's no way for Sachi to co in unless she produces a key to it..
Orimura-sensei grabbed by my shoulders and whispered, "If you make a single sound, shaless brat, I swear I'll make you run laps until you collapse."
"Promise. I won't," I answered with a teasing grin as my hands slid up her thighs, teasing the edge of her exposed skin just to see how far I could push her.
Her eyes flashed, but before she could retort, Sachi's voice ca again.
"Sensei, I can co back later if you're busy…"
"No, no, it's fine!" Orimura-sensei called, her tone just a touch too quick. She slid off my lap entirely now, standing on slightly unsteady legs as she yanked her track pants back up, wincing faintly as the fabric brushed against her oversensitive skin. I don't know if she's going to hide the mixture of our essences flowing down her thighs but I guess she'll let the track pants absorb and dry it.
She shot one last glare, then moved toward the door, smoothing her hair and adjusting her jacket to look as composed as possible.
I took the opportunity to pull my shorts back up, tucking myself in and wiping the sweat from my brow.
My shirt was still on the floor, but I figured I'd grab it later. Right now, the priority was not giving Sachi any reason to suspect what had just gone down, or rather, play along with Orimura-sensei's plan.
Orimura-sensei cracked the door open just enough to poke her head out, keeping her body angled to block any view of . "Sachi, sorry for the delay. I was… going over so training plans with Onoda-kun. What do you need?"
I could hear the hesitation in Sachi's voice, like she wasn't entirely convinced. "Onoda-kun is inside? Oh, uhm, just my notebook. It's on the desk in the corner. I can grab it quick if—"
"I'll get it for you," Orimura-sensei cut her off. "Wait there."
She closed the door with a soft click, turning back to with an expression that scread 'you owe big ti'.
I don't know what she's thinking but didn't she just act more suspicious by doing that?
I just shrugged and acted nonchalant as I stood up, grabbing her hips and planting my lips on hers before saying in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Nice save, sensei. I cannot do it any better."
"Shut it," She broke off our kiss and pushed just enough to move over to the desk, grabbing Sachi's notebook.
Surprisingly, it was really there. I didn't notice. Maybe because I got too occupied by Orimura-sensei.
Anyway, her movents were brisk but I didn't miss the way her thighs pressed together, as if she was getting a little comfortable from what was dripping out of her.
She paused, glancing back at , her eyes narrowing. "You're lucky I'm quick on my feet, shaless brat. Next ti, I'll 'correct' you sowhere else."
"Next ti, huh? So you're already planning another session?"
Her lips twitched, but she didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, she grabbed my shirt from the floor and tossed it at my face. "Put this on and get out of here before Sachi starts asking more questions. And don't think this ans you're off the hook."
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