ROCKED

ROCKED

“One legged split.” He ordered.

I haven’t done splits in ages, I don’t know if I can pull it off without pulling a muscle or two. But my professor has demanded and i intend to deliver.

My eyes land on the digital clock above his head, Sarah must still be waiting for the pizza I went to get. She was against greasy food but she cannot say no to a girl grieving the loss of her grandmother.

“Can you show me? I don't know how half a split looks like.”

I had an idea but his hands all over my body was what I needed at the moment.

He eyes me for a second before walking towards me. I stare at him through my mask and i don’t know if he can tell that I want him desperately.

“A split with one leg stretched and the other folded.” He instructs as his hands guides my left leg into a split, I pretend I don’t hear a few bones pop and focus on spikes of pleasure that shoots from where our skin touch.

“Like this?” I ask as my core kisses the bench.

He swallo