CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER 7

The final bell rang, echoing through the now-empty halls like a starting pistol. Yuria ran out the front doors, her pulse pumping with nerves and excitement.

Caleb's beautiful sports car was already idling on the curb when she arrived. He cranked the engine anxiously as she got into the passenger seat, and the roar sent shivers down her spine. Without saying anything, he stepped away from the school, one hand firmly operating the gearshift.

The short journey to his house was spent in tense quiet, the tension building with each sidelong glance and half-smile they shared. By the time Caleb pulled into his vacant driveway, Yuria could not breathe from her need for him.

He turned off the engine but did not make any attempts to exit the car. They locked eyes and stared at one other for a passionate minute. With an animalistic grunt, Caleb surged across the desk, smashing his lips against Yuria's in a searing, desperate kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, grabbing his shirt, as need washed over her in dizzying waves. Caleb answered with a low growl, pulling her across the gear shift until she was straddling his lap, his roaming hands leaving burning tracks wherever they went.

Yuria caught the tight confines of the automobile, as well as the creak of leather upholstery beneath them, somewhere in the haze of her thoughts. But it all faded into the background as Caleb's teeth brushed against her neck, her breath caught in eager tremors. This was what she craved: his whole, undivided attention...his smoldering intensity directed solely towards her.

They eventually separated, panting heavily, disheveled, and flushed with excitement. Caleb's gaze flared with a quiet challenge as he looked at her through heavily lidded eyes. "You'd better not be having second thoughts," he said with a menacing tone. "Because I'm not stopping until I've had every last inch of you."

Yuria shuddered at the silent promise hidden in his gravelly tones. She leaned in slowly, bringing her lips up to the curve of his ear. "Then take me inside," she sighed. "And make good on that vow."

Caleb released the parking brake and flung open his door, dragging Yuria out with him. She screamed at his rush, tripping against the thick wall of his chest as he pushed them towards the front door, exchanging searing, open-mouthed kisses all the way.

Caleb surrendered to Yuria's passionate onslaught as the front door closed behind them. The world faded away, leaving only searing caresses, wandering hands, and mingled gasps and murmurs of longing.

She unbuttoned his trousers, removed his D*ck, and placed it in her mouth. The one difference from before was that she did not remove her clothes. She wore her school uniform the entire time. Caleb attempted to move, but it seemed as if his body was bound by invisible threads. Caleb felt his D*ck grow large and hard inside her mouth.

Caleb noticed her artificial eyelashes and curly hair tips twitching. Her bracelets made a dry sound against one another. Her tongue was long and silky, and it appeared to wrap around me. Just as he was ready to c*m, she moved away and started carefully undressing him. She removed his jacket, tie, jeans, shirt, and underwear before forcing him to lie down on the bed. However, she continued to remove her pant. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and tucked it below her dress. My hand felt warm from her v*gina. It was deep, warm, and quite wet. My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. …

Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

It attempted to engulf him, bring him in, and simultaneously press me out. My erection became larger and harder. I felt like I was going to explode open. It was the weirdest experience, something above mere sexual pleasure. It felt like something inside her, something extraordinary, was slowly pushing its way through my organs and into me."

Caleb felt he was going to c*m after nearly half an hour, so he pulled Yuria away and dashed to the toilet to avoid messing up his bed.

The afterglow faded as Yuria lay tangled in the rumpled sheets, her skin quivering from Caleb's passionate caresses. She stroked lazy patterns across his carved chest, amazed that such a sculpted figure could contain such intense passion.

Caleb looked satisfied to soak in the moment, his fingers casually toying with strands of her tangled hair. However, Yuria felt a gnawing tendril of disquiet coiling in the pit of her stomach.

"Caleb?" She kept her tone carefully neutral. "What are we going to do about Miranda when she gets back?"

He jerked slightly at the mention of his girlfriend's name, his palm still resting against her hair. "What about her?"

Yuria twisted to face him more directly, nibbling her lip with trepidation. "Well, she is my best friend." "If she discovers...this..." She gestured loosely between them. "It could ruin everything."

Caleb remained silent for a long time, his brow furrowing. Finally, he moaned and shifted to prop himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her. "Miranda doesn't have to find out," he stated calmly. "What occurred today was simply...a release. "You know how upset I get when she's gone for too long."

Yuria wanted to believe him, but she couldn't shake the nagging doubts in her mind. "But what if -"

"No 'what ifs'," Caleb told her sternly. He trailed a calloused finger down the contour of her cheek, keeping her eyes fixed. "This is between us. Miranda is my girl, you know that. But sometimes a guy just needs to let off steam.

His words were meant to reassure, but they felt like a heavyweight in Yuria's gut. Simply a means to an end, a technique to "blow off steam." Was that all she was for him? A warm body to satisfy his pent-up desires?